The tail of the APOD four-engine near-earth transport aircraft was dragging black smoke. Although the pilot tried his best to control the balance of the spacecraft, the transport aircraft was still like a rag falling from the sky and piercing towards thousands of people.
Feet away, the earth's gravity is pulling it toward death.
"We're about to land, hurry up," Warfield said over the loudspeaker.
At the last moment, the transport plane finally regained its balance. After gliding smoothly for dozens of seconds, the passengers experienced the first impact. The belly of the spacecraft touched down first. Augustus felt as if he was hit head-on.
He found a piece of hard granite, and his internal organs were squeezed into a ball.
For a moment, the fear of death occupied Augustus's heart.
The transport plane slid on the ground, and every time it encountered a small hard bump, it would jump high and fall heavily. Augustus was completely speechless, and he couldn't even shout. He only felt that his bones
It's all falling apart.
It took a few minutes or even longer for the transport plane to stop. Fortunately, they did not hit a ridge or any other obstacle that was enough for everyone to finish the game.
The alarm sounded endlessly, and the warning lights flashed dangerous red light. In his dizziness, Augustus saw a pair of hands reaching towards him.
"We have to leave quickly." That was Renault's voice: "This ship is a living target on the ground. Damn it, where are our military planes? Are they all pigs?"
Augustus soon regained consciousness. He unbuckled his seat belt and stood up while holding Renault's shoulders. The situation was a little bad. There was bright red blood flowing on the floor of the cabin. Augustus looked around.
, some people have struggled to stand up, but more people are still slumped in their seats.
"Shake them all up," cried Augustus.
"Kemorian is right above our heads. As long as a heat-seeking missile is fired, we will all go to God." He saw Hanak and Zander already standing up: "Hank, bring a few people to open the cargo bay and put the weapons in."
Get them all out. Max, you and the others wake up everyone here."
"Open the hatch and take out all the people who are still alive. Hurry. Those who don't want to die, please take action!"
"Omo, go to the communication cabin to find the radio transceiver terminal."
Since they were all new recruits, the officers in the training camp also stayed in the main base of Turasis. Everyone was panicking and didn't know how to deal with it. After all, the instructors in the recruit training camp had never taught them how to deal with this kind of situation.
Condition.
At this time, no one except Augustus stood up to command these recruits. Even if the other classes were not very familiar with him, they had no time to question him at the critical moment of life and death.
"Jim, Benjamin, come with me to find Warfield." After saying that, Augustus squeezed through the crowd and walked to the cab. Warfield had not spoken again until now, which made Augustus suspect that something might have happened to him.
Both of them followed Augustus without saying a word. The cabin door of the cab, which was originally locked tightly, had been bent and damaged due to the impact. Benjamin hit it with his shoulder again and again at Augustus's signal.
The hatch was badly damaged. After Augustus's heart beat nervously for a few times, the hatch was knocked open.
As soon as he stepped into the cab, Augustus stepped in a pool of blood, which made his heart immediately sink to the bottom. The glass windows of the cab were full of spiderweb-like cracks, and the driver was Warfield.
The adjutant, his chest was penetrated by several pieces of broken glass, and he was no longer breathing.
The adjutant was also a young man not much older than Augustus. He had obviously carefully managed but still messy brown curly hair and bright dark brown eyes. The rank on his shoulder straps showed that he was a staff sergeant. He stopped breathing.
Before that, the staff officer kept his lips tightly shut and his eyes fixed on the distance.
"He's hopeless." Renault's face looked ugly. This was the first time they had seen such a bloody scene.
"Lieutenant is still alive!" Benjamin saw that Warfield was still breathing. There was a cut on his forehead, and blood flowed down in a stream, but he had not woken up yet.
"Carry him out." Augustus said to Benjamin while taking off an electromagnetic pistol worn by the staff sergeant. Augustus did not have time to close the deceased's eyes to express condolences.
They would never take the time to collect their corpses. Camerion's fighter planes must be hovering above their heads at this moment.
"Let's go!" At this time, Renault helped Benjamin lift Warfield onto his shoulders.
When they returned to the crew cabin where the recruits were, only Harnack and Lundstein were left inside. Each of them was carrying two C-14 electromagnetic guns on his back and an SR-8 shotgun in his hand.
As soon as Augustus came out, Hanak handed him an electromagnetic rifle and said: "Two unlucky guys in the third class broke their legs, and another guy had a big hole in his stomach...
Who knows what happened..."
"What is the specific situation?" Augustus took the gun and ran towards the open hatch, asking as he ran. But this obviously involved Hanak's knowledge blind spot, and he hesitated and was speechless.
"Penetrating injury, he was hit by debris from the exploding engine. We carried him out on a simple stretcher." Lundstein answered on behalf of Harnack. He spoke clearly and without any panic: "How many people are there in the cargo compartment?"
I have an M-1 medical kit. I tried to use nanocoagulant to stop the bleeding, but the effect was not very good. The wound was too big. If I couldn’t send him to a field hospital or an aerial medical spacecraft, I would have to wait for death.”
Augustus stepped out of the transport plane and was shocked to find that their landing place was a ruined city, with an eight-lane sky train circular track at their feet.
This circular track is located in the air more than a thousand feet above the ground, shuttling between hundreds of towering skyscrapers and sky towers. Looking upwards, you can see the clouds that seem to be within reach, and below are ant-like houses and countless highways.
Highways, ramps and bridges.
It was daytime and the weather was clear. Augustus could clearly see a towering white sky tower not far away from them. The sky tower was majestic, a huge gear that was still rotating slowly.
Surrounding its hexagonal pagoda body.
A huge metal billboard hangs on this sky tower, which reads: Welcome to Pork Pride, a tribute to courage, to pilots, and to the Tyranid Federation!
Because of the war, almost all the glass on it was broken, and the white walls were also covered with black marks from flames and scratches from laser beams plowing through the walls.
There were no lights on all floors. From his point of view, he could only see black holes one after another that were supposed to be windows. Some window holes were filled with cables, desks and other large pieces of electronic equipment that had been damaged.
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The recruits who had escaped from the transport plane gathered dozens of yards away from the ship. Some of them were lying on their knees and staring nervously at the sky, while others were looking at Augustus.
"Disperse! Disperse in groups of five!" Augustus walked towards them.
But at this time most people did not immediately obey his orders.
"Who are you? Where is Lieutenant Warfield?" A recruit looked at Augustus.
"He is still in a coma. According to battlefield regulations, the person with the highest military rank will take over the command here." Augustus walked straight to the injured person on the stretcher: "I am the recruit sergeant Augustus, and you are even a private."
Not really. If you are unwilling to obey my orders, then come up with a better plan."
"Aren't you afraid of death? Move! The high-explosive ground-attack missiles of the Camorian Cerberus can wipe out all of us in an instant!" At this time, Renault shouted loudly.
The questioning recruit was speechless, and the rest did as Augustus said.
Augustus walked to the stretcher, where the injured recruit was lying. Zander, Omo and Ward were half-kneeling next to the stretcher. The wounded man was calm, the analgesics and sedatives had taken effect, and his
A blood-soaked bandage was wrapped around his waist, and his light blue eyes looked at the sky melancholy.