StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

This is my order to you, Lyrid. Augustus pointed to the exit of A-220 Commercial Street: Go in that direction.

Yes, sir. Ryder made an exemplary military salute, turned around and ran towards the exit.

Augustus watched Lyrid pass through the previous squads. Amid their astonishment and shouts, the Marine who had been transformed into a resocialized soldier as a murderer walked out of the entrance at a steady pace.

Get ready, Rick.

Got it, Mengsk. Block my sniper badge, there's no way I'll miss.

Rick Kidd tightened his grip on his sniper rifle. The built-in computer in the armor was calculating temperature, humidity, altitude and air pressure on the display in the eyepiece, and could also help him calibrate the altitude and deflection differences. In a heartbeat, Rick pulled the trigger. At this time, the sounds and everything from the outside world seemed to be cut off.

Now, he has to pay attention to the flash of fire from the sniper rifle on the tall building opposite, then catch the sniper and kill him before he retreats and changes his sniper point.

After Rick focused all his energy on the crosshairs of the scope, somewhere where he couldn't detect it, a very light golden color appeared in his wide eyes. This is one of the characteristics of psykers when they activate their psychic powers. one. Stronger human psykers can cause their eyes to turn the color of molten gold when using their powers.

At this moment, the rain fell slower.

In Rick's world, the flow of time slows down, as if he is in another decelerating space that overlaps with the real world.

This makes it easier for Rick to seize the opportunity to snipe. With a slight twitch of his fingers, he can lift the skull of every target. So far, Rick has never failed except when interrupted by irresistible external factors.

At a certain moment, Rick caught a fleeting flash of light on an electronics building opposite. In less than one breath, he locked onto the target. Before the sniper in the hooded gray robe pulled away, with a heavy impact between the rifle butt and the shoulder armor, the flow of time returned to normal.

A sense of satisfaction and accomplishment came over him, a feeling that Rick had never experienced in the eighteen years he had grown up as the heir to the Bennett family. The joy of sniping fascinates Rick and is gradually transforming him into a skilled and ruthless killer.

Rick has accepted his new position and is content with it.

I killed him, and I will continue to monitor the place as you cross the square. Rick quickly left his original position.

Very good. Augustus replied on the other side of the communication channel.

When Rick set up his sniper rifle on another floor, he could see a troop of troops in silver-gray power armor running through the central square through his eyepiece, watching the last of them pass through the square entrance and enter the next level. The open stretch of Route 40.

Suddenly, Rick began to think about how Augustus allowed the sniper to shoot so decisively. But he soon put this problem behind him. In Rick's heart, there was nothing that Augustus couldn't do.

After Augustus' troops set foot on Highway 40, they gradually merged with the 5th Battalion and other battalion companies. Along this road, the Confederate forces encountered only resistance from a small number of Kaimorian troops and a few tanks.

Kemorian's tanks are not so much tanks as they are tracked heavy armored vehicles converted from mining tractors. These tanks converted from tractors are welded with Presteel steel plates, skirt armor and tracks. The steel plate of the front fender is covered with sharp spikes. The turrets also come in various styles and calibers.

Some Kemerian tanks are even equipped with two main guns at the front and rear, but the turret cannot be moved.

The tractor engine is cooled by an external water tank. When the engine roars like a giant, bursts of steam will rise from the hood of the tank.

The fighting style of these Camorian tanks is also extremely wild. The crazy tank drivers are more willing to drive the tanks towards the federal marines and crush them alive when there are still quite a few shells left.

However, the small number of tanks was not enough to defeat the federal army, and these tanks were quickly destroyed by federal anti-tank weapons. The road to the city center was now open, and Augustus' troops followed the other companies heading west.

At the same time, federal offensive forces from different directions have already entered the city. The fortresses and defensive positions established by the Kaimorians around the command center, satellite communication base stations and heavy factories have also been conquered one after another.

The fleet battle in Turasis II's synchronous orbit has also come to an end. The Alpha and Delta squadrons' nearly ten Leviathan and Behemoth-class battlecruisers, as well as their assault ships and frigates, are fighting against each other. Under the blow, the last three Kaimorian battlecruisers jumped out of synchronous orbit.

In deep space, the wreckage of the battleship fell into eternal silence after burning out the last trace of oxygen inside. Thousands of fragmented steel fragments rotated around the planet, and each crushed and molten cabin and deck They have all become cold graves where dozens or hundreds of souls are buried.

Due to the lack of fleet and air force support, the armies closest to Pork's Pride were also fighting the federal forces. By 14:00, even the toughest war supervisor in the Kaimorian command center believed that their defeat was certain.

By the time Augustus Ban arrived in the city center, the few remaining Kaimorian forces began to surrender to the Confederate forces under orders from their commanders.

At 17:00 in the afternoon, the last Kemorian force still resisting was defeated by the federal army.

The 5th Battalion of the 4th Brigade gathered on an apron at the Kaimorian Command Center. Then Augustus, a sad-looking Renault and others sat on the apron waiting for the arrival of the transport plane.

At 19:00 in the afternoon, a heavy-duty APOD transport aircraft flew Augustus's squad across the Padick River and returned to the Fifth Battalion station. As soon as they got off the transport plane, a sergeant major at the camp called Augustus to tell Augustus that Omo had been in bad condition since he was sent to the Marine Corps Hospital at Poker Pride.

Augustus immediately got on the supply truck with Renault from the fifth battalion station to the hospital. Along the way, he looked unusually tired and silent. Reno showed much more sorrow and pain than Augustus, and he didn't even know how to mention it to his family and Omo's parents.

Even if Omo can survive, he will most likely have to rely on artificial organs and mechanical prostheses to live a normal life in the future.

To be more realistic, their trip was just to see Omo for the last time.

Originally, before entering the hospital, Augustus and Renault had already adjusted their mentality, thinking that they must not let Omo be affected by their bad mood. But when the nurse pushed the flatbed truck carrying Omo's body past them, neither of them could hold back and shed tears.

A week later, the ashes of Benjamin and Omo were returned to their hometown for burial. The 5th Battalion of the 4th Brigade was transferred away from Pork's Pride. Augustus's squad followed the company by train to Howe Fortress, a thousand miles away, and garrisoned the fortress on the night of arrival in order to relieve the garrison there. The increasing pressure brought by the increasingly active Kaimorian sea dragon army in its vicinity.