StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The number of gathered townspeople has reached seven or eight hundred, which is several times that of the first company. However, with the cold weapons they have for cutting wood and turning over the ground and the hot weapons from the last century, they can still deal with the federal security. officials and local police.

Compared with the nobles and civil servants in the office buildings on the main planet of the Terran Empire, the people of the colonies have honed their tenacity and fearlessness in their struggle with nature.

There is little information here, and the power of the power armor and the federal government's massacre policy against the Revolutionary Party are not yet known to the ignorant villagers in the remote areas.

So, you are a 'revolutionary'? And all you want is to get Loon Town out of the control of the federal government, or to gain more autonomy? Warfield's face was twitching. He didn't want to talk to the civilians. shot.

The representative from Runen Town shook his head: “We are not revolutionaries, we just want freedom.”

Listen, I sympathize with what you're going through, but as a Marine who feeds the government, I swore an oath to protect every federal citizen and eliminate any insurgents intent on dividing the Union, Warfield said.

With what little kindness and patience I have left, I give you a final warning, put down your arms or we will shoot. Think of your family and friends and you will know how stupid your actions are!

At this time, under the order of Lieutenant Warfield, with each squad as a cross section and each platoon as a unit, the first company formed four side-by-side, closed hollow squares. In the middle are soldiers carrying rockets and heavy machine gunners. This formation was used to deal with cavalry in the Middle Ages. Now the commander of this unit is used to deal with situations where the enemy is attacked from the front and back.

Suddenly, with a shout, the crowd surged towards the First Company. They seemed to be sure that the federal army would not dare to shoot at them for the crime of massacre of civilians, completely forgetting that they could already be counted as gun-wielding thugs and terrorists.

In Augustus's class, Tom Omo, who had never seen such a big scene, his hand trembled so hard that the people next to him thought he was going to shoot.

Don't wet your pants, Omo, said rifleman Curt Josephine, standing next to him.

You're the one who peed your fucking pants! Omo tried to use the curse words he learned from Harnack to give himself more power, but he always lacked confidence when speaking, so he was a bit like a A lamb was bleating ferociously.

Josephine, say a few words, said Augustus.

After another ten seconds, among the townspeople still walking towards the center of the square, the one closest to Augustus was less than two hundred yards away. At this distance, with the help of the helmet's automatic aiming system, even Renault will not miss.

What the hell are they doing? This is not a demonstration, and we are not police officers with sticks and stun guns. Leno said on the channel: Do they really think we are going to turn around and run? Maybe this is a pair of police officers It will be useful, but if it really happens, we will be the ones who lose our heads when we go back.

That's enough, go back! We will really shoot! At this time, as the moving crowd got closer and closer, Zandermax's voice became more and more shrill.

Nearly a thousand residents of Loen Town armed with various weapons surrounded the central square, and more than 200 guns were pointed at Augustus and his comrades. The Marines were unmoved and uniformly raised their guns and aimed at the townspeople.

Now we wait to see which side will retreat first or fire the first shot.

Augustus firmly grasped the Gauss rifle in his hand. If these people desperately attacked him and his comrades, he would definitely shoot without hesitation.

Both sides stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the entire central square was tense and seemed to be stagnant.

Suddenly, Augustus also felt that those people had gone crazy. Several modified trucks rushed towards the Marines in the central square from the streets and behind the houses. As if they had rehearsed in advance, the townspeople immediately spread out to both sides to leave a passage for these trucks.

The outer frame of the front cab of those trucks was reinforced with stronger Presteel. Red copper-colored Presteel tubes and plates were fusion gun welded to the original, more fragile aluminum frame. In some trucks with more crude and wild modification methods, steel pipes and steel plates are directly tied to the original frame with thick iron wires.

Ordinary glass windows should also be replaced, because there are always one or two pieces of glass that do not match the size of the window frame.

These Presteel steel pipes and steel plates are covered with deep red rust spots and brass-colored oil stains, as if they have just been plucked out of the garbage dump. There are more than a dozen scrap metal sticks stuck in the front of each truck. Sharpened spikes and blades.

The same design can be seen throughout the entire body of these trucks, with dissonant extra parts forced together without regard for overall beauty and symmetry.

Each axle has a spike standing on it. At first glance, these violent trucks look like violent metal hedgehogs.

If this doesn't make the Marines realize the danger of these monsters, the Kemorian Cutter electromagnetic cannons mounted on the front and roof of the truck are enough to show that the other party is evil.

Sitting next to each electromagnetic gun were four or five operators wearing miners' helmets or wide-brimmed peaked caps, each holding a Kemerian standard electromagnetic gun.

There were three modified trucks in total, speeding in from the east, west and south of the central square.

After the modified truck passed through the crowd, the townspeople quickly ran and charged behind the truck, shooting with their crude weapons. This was by no means the first time for some of them to touch a gun, and they shot so accurately that two or three bullets hit Augustus' power armor.

Augustus just watched calmly as the few small-caliber bullets bounced high after hitting the breastplate, only scratching off a little of the silver-gray new paint.

Damn it, it's Kemerian's car. This is indeed something they can do. Warfield immediately issued an order over the communication channel.

Fire! Soldiers, use up all the bullets in your hands!

Shoot! Shoot your enemies!

In an instant, everyone began to pull the trigger and shoot.

There was a modified truck directly in front of Augustus. If it was not stopped, at the speed of this truck, it would rush into the hollow phalanx of the Marines in less than ten seconds.

At the same time, the electromagnetic gun on the truck fired, but the operator was not accurate, and the landing points of several shells were ridiculously crooked. One of the electromagnetic artillery shells landed more than a hundred yards away from Augustus. The spreading light blue pulse wave immediately swept away the land where it hit, blasting a crater dozens of feet wide.

In a flash of lightning, Augustus made what he thought was the most correct choice. He avoided other parts of the armored vehicle and only aimed at the right front wheel. Augustus turned on the capacitor safety and fired high-frequency bursts at the fastest speed. The butt of the Gauss rifle hit his armored shoulder armor again and again due to the recoil.

At the same time, at least five people on the first shift, including Augustus, took the same approach. Although the fenders of the truck were also modified, they were still unable to withstand the Gauss rifle, and the tires instantly Exploded.

The truck immediately lost control, but it still plunged into the midst of the Marines. Fortunately, Augustus and others reacted in time and started running to avoid the shooting.

The tires of the other two trucks were blown out in the same way by people from other squads. One of the trucks rushed into the Marines who were dispersing. The truck weighing dozens of tons ran over a soldier who was unable to dodge. Falling to the ground, a heart-wrenching metal scraping sound and a desperate wailing came from the communication channel.