StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The C-14 Gauss rifle has a rate of fire of 30 rounds/second. The electromagnetically accelerated bullets are far faster than the speed of sound, producing 15 sonic explosions every second. The bullet tore through the night like a blazing torch. The infected people it passed were either cut in half or their bodies were separated in an instant, spraying out a thick mist of blood. The piled corpses were as high as a hill.

Andre no longer remembers how many bullets he fired or how many enemies he killed, and there is no point in talking about it now.

The number of infected people on any hectare of land in front of him was much more than the bullets in his hand, not to mention those giant mutant creatures whose carapace was so hard that even depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets could not chew it.

A few minutes ago, the Shrike automatic turret above the bunker was spitting out a torrent of metal, killing mutant creatures that came into range one by one, but now it has been silenced for some reason and cannot even fire a spark.

In other directions of this position, two-thirds of the sentry turrets, bunkers and Presteel bunkers have been or are in ruins, with flames shooting into the sky and black smoke rising.

Looking at it, the army of infected people is like a thick gray-brown blanket spread out on the ground. Not only did the number of enemies show no signs of decreasing, but they became more and more numerous. At the same time, the support promised from above did not move at all.

It's obvious that they've lost their battle.

"Captain, there are at least three wights, 1,500 yards directly in front of us. There are also a large group of bomb monsters and choke monsters!" O'Neill was shooting from another shooting hole. This former veteran of the UED expeditionary force In the days since Andre had known him, he had never said so many words in one breath.

"Our weapons can't deal with such a big guy." Lawrence came over carrying a heavy gauss rifle and carrying a secondary grenade launcher on his back. The grenade mounted on it looked larger than him at first glance. His forehead is even bigger.

He said: "I heard that the carrion's armor can deflect siege tank shells."

"This is a common thing. You know, the immortal shield of the protoss is even more evil than this." As Andre said, he used the Gauss rifle in his hand to blow up the head of an explosive infected body. Look. It immediately exploded into a puddle of charred minced meat flowing with highly corrosive acid.

Not far away, a missed cannonball landed among a large group of infected people. It also hit a bunker beast that had been dead for a long time. It immediately blew up many severed limbs and arms and a fat tail into the sky.

Andre vaguely caught a glimpse of the big tail, which seemed to be made of rotten meat and rusty mechanical parts, with the surface glowing with the gray-white sheen of dead skin. All in all, it was ugly and disgusting, as if it had just been plucked from a dead rat.

At this time, other nearby bunkers that were still firing intensified their firepower at the same time.

The carrion monsters O'Neill was talking about are already very close. They are filthier and larger than other types of thunder beasts. Their huge crowns seem to be floating in the clouds, with long bone blades nailed on them. And the giant king's blade that oozes pus is really unimaginably terrifying, and the single horn on the forehead is like a majestic halberd.

Just one carrion monster can completely destroy this place, let alone three of them now. Andre also counted at least thirty choke monsters, bomb monsters, several times this number of aberrations, and a seemingly endless number of infected people.

There are also a large number of infected marines in this army of infected people. They are extremely large in number, and they can still shoot according to some instinct. Even though they are just holding some rags, their firepower is stronger than that of real marines.

God knows what the hell is going on, these people just seem to grow out of the ground.

One of the carrion monsters came straight to Andre, and he could even see the terrifying miasma surrounding the former. Its giant green eyes were like two small suns hanging in the sky. It is a truly behemoth. Its skeleton alone is equivalent to the volume of the new Palatine Forum in Augustgrad, and its own weight can collapse the ground.

The carrion's digging ability is also extremely amazing, and it can dig through mountains.

Andre and his comrades used all the weapons at hand, but they still couldn't stop it at all. All kinds of cluster bombs, rockets, and ion guns were summoned to it, but only the railgun could stand up to it. Leave some traces.

A few bunkers cannot stop those behemoths. They will crush this place just as easily as humans crush the small mounds dug by ants.

Whether it was one's own or the enemy's, this monster easily crushed everything in front of it, as if it came to Andre in the blink of an eye.

With a loud noise, the pair of giant blades were seen opening and closing, tightly embedded in the upper structure of the bunker like a can opener. Amidst the teeth-piercing sound of metal tearing and roaring, everyone including Andre saw that the walls made of fine steel were cracking and collapsing.

Countless infected people desperately threw themselves on the precarious electroplated protective plate, and the sound of flesh and blood hitting steel could be clearly heard.

"Get out of here! Run!"

Andre grabbed Fergis, who was still crazy and shooting, and kicked him towards the reserved rear hatch behind the bunker. The remaining people didn't need to say anything. They ran away as soon as he finished speaking and didn't have time to take them away. The heavy weapons were thrown away together.

Today is different from the past. Thanks to the current level of military industry in the empire, ordinary weapons and equipment are still not as valuable as human lives.

When Andre ran out of the bunker and looked back, he saw it being uprooted.

A large group of infected people just crawled out of the ruins of the bunker and immediately chased after them like a group of soul-locked undead. Although their running posture was very funny, their speed was not slow at all.

Andre injected a shot of stimulant and ran the power armor's gravity boots out of the sparks before he could get rid of these terrible life-seeking ghosts. If they were civilians, they would have no chance of escaping.

"We were hit, the attack came from - we suffered heavy casualties -"

"A large number of carrion monsters! The defense line has been breached!"

"We need support!"

There was chaos on the public communication channel, and Andre knew that they were dead.

"Fall back, repeat, fall back - Ruger Hill 12 is lost, everyone retreats immediately to the Chalcedon Line. I am General Lance Williams and I am ordering you to abandon your position and immediately retreat!"

For those soldiers who had died, this order was really too late.

Some soldiers also evacuated the bunker at this time, like small animals in the jungle that were frightened and fled in all directions. But more people didn't have time to evacuate, and they were torn apart without any suspense before long. The infected people tore them apart like a pack of hungry wild dogs.

It didn't take long for the infective flood to flood the entire highland.

There were two full Marine companies guarding this high ground, as well as a dozen large Marine mechas and more than 300 people, but Andre estimated that only a small part of them would escape in the end.

Fortunately, Andre's subordinates were all still alive, and they were all running very fast. The old chief could not catch them. He himself could not escape even these bastards.

It was still midnight, and there were no stars in the sky. Andre could only rely on armored searchlights and three-dimensional maps to identify directions. The scene was extremely chaotic.

But what is certain is that the city of Chalcedon is just ahead.

This alpine city built by two generations of colonists remained unmoved, its steel and glass domes reflecting the gleaming silver light. There is also a defensive position in that direction. The bronze-colored barriers of multiple Iron Fortresses are hidden in the sky-high flames. Thousands of gun barrels dyed red by the flames make earth-shattering roars.

The Ruger No. 12 Highland where Andre was stationed was actually just a forward protruding position in front of the entire defense line. There were far more such positions than this one, just like nails protruding out. Its main function is to block the offensive of the infected army and serve as a buffer so that the artillery troops can concentrate their limited firepower to eliminate more enemies.

Infected people are not very "smart", they will be attracted by these protruding positions, and then flock to them.

When the infected people's attack in the front is blocked, those behind will still continue to advance. Eventually, a large number of infected people will be crowded into a small area, and then they will be hit hard by the imperial artillery and fleet firepower, just like the scene of a tragic car accident.

These protruding positions are also essentially victims of decoys. For example, they can be regarded as temporary dams built to store water, and sooner or later the dams will be washed away by the rising river water.

The troops on the position are also in the most danger. Once the position is surrounded, they have almost no possibility of successful evacuation. To put it coldly, these men would be victims in the commander's eyes, and they would say that this was a necessary sacrifice.

Just like that, Andre looked for the direction of Chalcedon City and ran all the way. At least one or two hundred thousand infected people were chasing him, and they didn't even dare to look back.

He had no doubt that even if he just stopped to take a breath, he would be torn into pieces immediately.

Andre has been in the army for more than 20 years and has fought with private security, mercenaries, interstellar pirates, rebels, local militia, old federal regular army, UED and even various alien forces. The most dangerous scenes he has ever encountered are also Nothing more.

He has seen insect swarms that spread hundreds of astronomical units, he has also seen protoss fleets destroying planets from orbit, and he has watched countless suns set and melt the earth.

Even when Eamon was squandering the golden fleet in his hands like a ruthless tyrant, the whole army of zealots rushing towards Andre on the ruins of the Heart of El Council never frightened him.

The only one that can provide support to them at the moment is the Minotaur battlecruiser in the sky. Balls of hot fire that can melt metal are sprinkled on the ground. Countless infected people are like dried up people in the fields. Stacks of grain burned like that.

But judging from the polarized force field that lit up, it was clear that the battleship was too busy to take care of itself, but he couldn't figure out what kind of infected creature was attacking such a huge interstellar battleship.

A Banshee fighter plane tried to provide fire support to the Marines on the ground, but the brave pilot only lowered his altitude slightly, and thousands of rockets flew out of the infected army.

The giant steel bird that unfortunately had its wings broken off didn't even flutter a few times before falling down. It fell straight to the ground like a burning stone, killing at least dozens of infected people and causing a fire.

Several medical transport ships landed under tremendous pressure and tried their best to transport the wounded away first, but none of them landed with Andre.

God seems to have been favoring Andre, or perhaps he was not destined to die. Finally, with two injections of stimulants, he managed to shake off the infected person and climbed into the fortification wall of another position.

Inside the fortification wall was an open space, with two Wolf Warrior mechas and a dozen fully armed marines standing on the open space.

"We just walked through hell." As soon as Andre landed on the ground, he said to the leading imperial officer.

"Welcome back to the world." The officer replied: "Captain Madrid, I am Lieutenant Haig, the person in charge here."

"Stay there and don't move!"

When Andre wanted to walk over, the other party immediately stopped.

Only now did Andre notice that Fergis, Wade and several other soldiers who had escaped here were standing in the corner of the fortification wall, being examined by a medical soldier, and they were spreading their hands innocently towards him.

But he clicked and was pleasantly surprised to find that everyone was there. There was nothing more joyful than that.

"The Black Death, I am sure that neither I nor my people carry this virus." Andre said.

"It doesn't matter what you say." Haig's attitude made Andre very unhappy: "At first, this symptom was not obvious, and even when you are terminally ill, you won't feel much pain."

"But eventually, everyone who gets this virus will die, without exception. Forgive me, but fortunately, it only spreads widely when the infected person dies, and if someone dies here, we Everyone will be infected.”

"This means that people who are still alive will not spread the virus." Andre said.

"This is currently the case." Haig nodded and said: "Fortunately, we can easily determine who is carrying the virus. This is the credit of Dr. Ariel Hansen. But even she can't cure Heig. Death disease.”

"Then what will you do?" Andre nodded, expressing understanding: "Then what will you do to the sick person?"

"Patients will be sent to the medical station and receive the best treatment." Lieutenant Haig said.

"You said there is no cure for this virus," Andre said.

"Yes." The other party just answered him.

Soon, everyone fell silent.

Due to the special nature of the Black Death, infected people could only be sent to the ward to wait to die. In this way, every hospital used to accommodate patients is equivalent to a huge morgue.

Andre simply couldn't think more about what this meant to those who knew all this.

No one said anything, and Andre just stepped aside and waited for the medical staff to check.

At the same time, there are countless infected and mutant organisms attacking outside.

Looking up, in the center of Chalcedon, all available spacecraft that can travel between the atmosphere and outer space orbit will be used to transport refugees.

But even if these ships can successfully escape from the planet before the infected flood the city of Chalcedon, unless they are willing to stay on the overcrowded nano transit planet, it will be difficult to find a place to stay on other worlds in the Imperial Star Domain.

People on other planets may show great sympathy to Chasidon, but they will not allow refugee ships that may carry viruses to land on their planets.

Things like this happen from time to time in star fields where the swarm virus is raging. Based on the extreme fear of infection, militia groups and even the Planetary Defense Force will shoot down refugee ships outside of synchronous orbit, and even the wreckage of the spacecraft is not allowed to fall. on the ground.

But even so, if reinforcements ultimately fail to arrive in time, Andre and his comrades must at least hold on until all civilians are safely evacuated.

Such was their duty, the order of the Emperor Augustus.

Unless the situation is exhausted and there is no other choice, the Tyran Empire will not give up any planet easily. Even as long as there is hope, they will regroup their troops and regain their homeland.

Suddenly, Andre noticed that a huge gate of time and space was opening over the city of Chalcedon, and a large fleet of Protoss Void Glow Ships was sailing out of it. Each battleship is gorgeous in style, with graceful curves, and the complex patterns engraved on it can be traced back to the golden age of culture and art in the Protoss Empire.

There are also a large number of void array ships in this fleet. These creations filled with Xel'Naga aesthetics and brilliant technology are like strings of green jewels scattered from the sky.

A huge Xel'Naga structure appeared in a burst of terrifying psychic energy. It seemed to come from the huge Xel'Naga structure that stood like a god in the Ujari shrine in the Urna Temple. , but completely different. It seems to be made of plexiglass, diamonds, gems and other extremely gorgeous things in the universe. The whole body radiates a magnificent light like the sun, and the light seems to contain all colors.

"Is it a star spirit?" Lieutenant Haig also saw all this and looked very surprised.

"It's really weird. Chasidon is hundreds of light years away from the nearest star world." Andre said this, but in his heart he felt that these star spirits were here to support them.

Since the Battle of Aiur, in order to repay the favor of the Terran Empire for saving the Firstborn clan of God, the Durham Protoss has not hesitated to provide the empire with all support including resources, time and space routes, and troops, and even sent an expedition fleet thousands of miles away. The earth came to rescue an imperial world that was originally beyond the reach of eight poles.

Even the Tal'darim Protoss occasionally sends fleets to clear out the swarm troops that have entered their sphere of influence, indirectly helping the Empire relieve the pressure on the front line, in the name of "Don't die under my nose."

Of course, the high-ranking lords didn't care about the lives of human civilians at all.

Tal'darin despises the weak, but cannot tolerate the existence of losers.

If the Imperials want the support of the Tal'darin, then they must prove that they are truly strong, and if they can withstand the enemy's attack, they will not need anyone else to save them.

It's a strange cycle.

"These battleships seem to belong to the Duram Protoss and the Ihanli Protoss. But I heard people say that these two protoss factions have never been in contact with each other and rarely fight side by side. Who can bring these warships together?" Are the arrogant and arrogant stars united under their own command?" Andre couldn't help but asked to himself.

"I don't know, but it looks like we're saved." Wade walked over, looking very happy because the test showed that he was not infected with the Black Death.

Instead of waiting to die slowly, he might as well rush into the pile of infected people with explosives and die with them. (End of chapter)