StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

As I write this, it is already ten o'clock in the evening, and Augustus is still not sleepy at all, so he turns on the lamp and prepares to read.

Suddenly, his personal terminal rang, and the caller ID was Hanak: Augustus, it's bad, Zander and Jim were arrested by the gang when they went out tonight!

Don't worry, tell me carefully what's going on? Augustus closed the computer, frowning, thinking about the meaning of Harnak's words.

A few seconds later, Augustus stood up and walked towards the bedroom door, holding a personal terminal in one hand and taking off his flat cap and coat from the hanger next to the door. He was only wearing a shirt at the moment and walked towards the main entrance of the living room as he spoke.

Normally, the impudent Harnack and the unsmiling Ward would always remind Augustus of being mindless and unhappy when they stood together, but Harnack was not someone who would call and harass him in the middle of the night to play pranks. Man, only Josephine can do this kind of thing.

Wetburg refugee camp, let's go to the town of Howe to buy food for the refugees... The more Augustus told Hanak not to worry, the more excited he became, even to the point where he couldn't form words.

Let me tell you... The person next to him took the phone, and the voice sounded like Tychus Finley. There was a loud noise on the opposite side, indicating that the two of them were probably in a wilderness somewhere.

Mengsk, this is probably what happened. Tychus's speech was not slow but clear. The disadvantage was that he talked a lot - of course, not as much as when he was fighting. Augustus usually spoke directly. Shielded.

When we went to have fun in the small town of Howe today, Jim and Zander heard someone talking about the Wetburg refugee camp, saying that the people there were starving to death and freezing to death. You know Zander's character, he She is as kind as an ice princess and can shed tears even watching a movie that looks like playing house, Tychus said.

I didn't take it seriously at all, but they insisted on meddling.

He said with a bit of schadenfreude: I don't know where Zander got so much money, but he actually bought two trucks of clothes and bread to send to the refugee camp. Jim and Harnak didn't trust him, so they followed him... Of course, these two people must have contributed a lot of money.

Not long after we entered the refugee camp, they robbed the people and their cars to the gangs in the refugee camp. Hanak and I happened to go to pee together and escaped.

Wetterburg Refugee Camp... Augustus had already walked out of the living room and was struggling to put on his coat in the elevator going downstairs. He didn't have time to wonder why Tychus also went there: I haven't heard of it.

The refugee camp is far away from Howe Fortress, and it is in a basin twenty miles south of the ruins of Fort Waite. It was established by the city residents who escaped after Fort Waite was razed to the ground by the Seagoron Army. It's the same old way, the federal government just doesn't care and just treats the refugees as if they're dead, Tychus said.

Don't they know who those refugees are? I'm sure someone must have secretly gone to find the local gangs. We went there wearing regular uniforms, and those bastards didn't know we were Marines.

Send me the location coordinates. Augustus walked into the underground garage and jumped into his command vehicle.

Stay where you are and don't move. I'll be right back.

We're not going anywhere, boss. Hanak's voice suddenly sounded.

Hell! Don't get in my face! Tychus hung up the phone while roaring.

It looked like they were in a good place, at least still having the energy to argue.

Major Warfield. Augustus opened Warfield's personal terminal as he drove toward the third platoon's barracks.

Say. Warfield spat out one word.

Two of my soldiers were caught by gangs in the Wetburg refugee camp. I want to take people to find them. Augustus said.

I don't have time to write a report.

Do you want me to send another platoon over? Warfield said after a moment of silence: I will immediately notify the parking platform to prepare the transport aircraft.

A resocialization platoon, Augustus said. They are to be under my command.

There was no need to send so many people to the refugee camp, but the refugee camp was a mixed bag, and Augustus was not sure whether the gangs there had dangerous weapons.

As much as possible, avoid harming civilians, Warfield said at last.

I know. Augustus' command car stopped at the entrance of the military camp dormitory, and the two sentries guarding the gate saluted immediately when they saw him.

Notify all classes that we have to work overtime today. The two sentries belonged to the second class of Augustus's third platoon, and they were two privates.

Yes, sir!

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The two APOD light transport ships have been in the air for about twenty minutes. In the darkness, the transport ship's lights flashed like fireflies flying into the sky.

At some point, the transport ship began to descend, its thrusters perpendicular to the ground and hovering in the air.

The movable hatches on both sides of the spacecraft slowly opened, and a marine in power armor jumped from a height of dozens of feet, landing in the soft snow with the help of a jetpack.

The power armor of these marines is painted in the exclusive black and gray color of the Demon of Heaven. There is a white skull on the mask. One of the soldiers holds a winged demon flag of the Demon of Heaven in his arms.

One after another dilapidated houses appeared in the eyes of Augustus and others.

Refugees use car frames, containers, prefabricated panels and other materials obtained from the city to build houses. The shape of these strange and colorful buildings depends entirely on the sturdiness of the materials and the whims of the builders.

No refugee house is the same; the only thing they have in common is that they are crude and appear to be prone to collapse.

The builders of the refugee camp obviously did not consider the issue of sewage discharge. Between the adjacent shacks was frozen domestic sewage and excrement. Industrial waste was piled in large open spaces, and useless garbage was discarded at will.

The simple shack was crooked and crumbling in the wind, covered with engine oil, mud stains and other filth. Large pieces of dark red, like scabs and mold, adhered to the walls and roof, like an ugly skin.

Even so, these houses can be called mansions in the refugee camp. A considerable number of houses are shacks without four walls and made of beams and scrap metal sheets, which are no different from cowsheds. On this cold night, it was filled with people dying of cold and starvation.

Lundstein, take the first team to find Tychus and Harnak. Augustus said on the communication channel.

Brace yourself, there are ordinary refugees here, as well as gangsters, large gangs, smugglers, terrorists and separatists who hate the government and hate the Marines.

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