Although it seemed a bit redundant, Augustus issued another ceasefire order after the gunfire completely stopped.
Augustus took Renault and several first-class soldiers down the train track. The penetrated assault cavalry reconnaissance vehicles were full of unidentifiable stumps and flesh. This was the first time for these new soldiers to see them.
Even Augustus, who had been mentally prepared for such a bloody scene, looked very unhappy.
"This is a beautiful ambush." Renault felt his stomach turning.
"Go and see what's in that truck?" Augustus endured the psychological and physical discomfort to check the damage of the reconnaissance vehicle. Then he realized that unless they could find water to clean the residue and repair the damage,
engines and fuel tanks, otherwise these cars would be of little use.
The driver of the truck driving at the end of the assault cavalry convoy was also hit by a stray bullet and broke into several pieces. Augustus walked to the end of the truck, and several soldiers from the squad, including Renault, fired at the carriage with guns.
After emptying two magazines, he opened the compartment door under the cover of others.
"How many boxes?" Renault slowly put down the electromagnetic rifle in his hand, and looked at one of the metal boxes with Augustus.
There are a total of five such giant metal shipping boxes with the KM flag pattern printed on them. They are about eight and one-third feet long and five feet wide. When lying on the ground, the height can reach Augustus's waist.
In addition to the combination lock, each metal shipping box also has a fingerprint lock and a genetic lock. It is extremely strong and heavy. Even after spending a long time, Augustus and Renault were unable to move any container.
"It's a safe, the highest priority government strategic material." Augustus found a few lines of words on the metal shipping box: "From the Raffin Brothers Mine, to... Moria Satellite Blue
A starport on Tus."
"I guess it's gold, or something else valuable. Those Camorians have always been unable to afford early gains." Renault said.
"The Raffin Brothers Mine, I have seen this place name on the news... these should be Adien crystals, boxes and boxes of Adien crystals." The corners of Augustus' lips could not help but rise.
"That's much more valuable than gold." Renault and the other recruits looked at each other with joyful smiles, but they still didn't know what this meant.
"Together, these are worth about two million federal credit coins." After Augustus finished speaking, he sat down on the metal shipping box filled with crystals.
"Holy shit!" Renault and the recruits let out a burst of exclamation and cheers. Hanak and Josephine hugged each other directly, much happier than when they just knew that they had won the battle.
In the world of StarCraft, high-purity crystal ore is not only a hard currency more precious than gold, but also the cornerstone of the industrial and technological development of the Tyranids. It is a high-quality raw material for casting weapons, building tanks, spaceships, and interstellar battleships.
These precious and expensive crystal mines are the most important minerals in the entire Koprulu sector and even the galaxy. They are strategic resources that all human governments attach great importance to.
It was for these resources that the war broke out between the Tyranid Federation and the Kaimorian Federation.
"But we can't get the money." Augustus said, looking at the jubilant soldiers, and poured a basin of cold water on them.
"We have no way to sell these crystals, so we can only give them to our superiors. Then, if the officer in charge of the seized materials has the conscience to write us a report, each of us may be able to get a little bonus. What's in it?
If you have a lot of cash, then you have made a fortune."
The cheers died out in the blink of an eye, and the soldiers' enthusiasm for these shipping boxes immediately diminished significantly.
"Ah~ Those drunkards really should give you a medal, Augustus." Renault joked: "Not only did we kill an assault cavalry squad, but we also gave them a large sum of money."
"That's what they should do," Augustus joked.
"This truck should still be usable. In my opinion, it should be no problem to carry thirty people." Renault withdrew his eyes from the boxes. Like many recruits, he, when Augustus said that number,
He had the idea of taking these crystals as his own, but almost at the same time, he hated his own greed from the bottom of his heart.
Renault accidentally thought that if he could get this money, his family's farm would be able to repay the debt signed due to the high fuel prices and pay for the business license certificate that the Terran federal government forced all farmers to purchase. After paying,
After all the taxes are paid, the Renault family can still live a stable and prosperous life.
But that's just thinking about it. Old Renault has told Renault countless times about the meaning of "justice". His mother has taught others since they were young that they should rely on their own hard-working hands to get what they should get.
With Augustus as an example, the soldiers did not behave too badly.
"Let's see if those reconnaissance vehicles can still be driven. If not, we will put more people on the vehicle. If there is no information from the command center, we must leave here as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, Augustus walked out of the car.
, beckoning other soldiers on the platform to come down.
Although the soldiers above hesitated because of the sight of bloody flesh and limbs flying everywhere, they looked at Augustus and finally walked down. With livid faces, they collected the remains of the assault cavalry, cleared the weapons and debris on the ground
and blood-stained vehicles.
The temporary squad leader of each squad rushed over to report the casualties to Augustus. This was obviously an extremely successful victory, because after the battle, this recruit platoon did not even have any minor injuries or scratches.
At this time, Omo rushed down from the platform on one side and ran towards Augustus. Augustus had previously arranged for him to take care of the wounded and pay attention to the messages from the radio transceiver.
Augustus could only pray in his heart that Omo brought good news.
"The Pork Pride command center sent a message five minutes ago. The closest company to us is a scout company. Their number is 3423. The command center said that this company will arrive in fifteen minutes at the earliest." Omo
He ran up to Augustus and said breathlessly.
"Thank God." Renault breathed a sigh of relief.
"What happened to the seriously wounded man? Where is Lieutenant Warfield?" Augustus asked.
"Lieutenant Warfield is still the same, unconscious but still breathing." Omo's face sank: "The seriously injured man is about to die. He passed out several times. I'm worried that he won't wake up next time.
coming."
"Jim, come and clean up the mess and rearrange the sentries." After Augustus ordered Renault, he followed Omo back to the waiting hall where the wounded were placed. Only Zander who was left behind and a bunch of messy piles were left there.
medical kits and kits.
"Squad leader, I can't save him." Zander's eyes were moist. He knelt in front of the seriously injured man lying on the stretcher and couldn't help wiping his eyes.
"You are neither a doctor nor a savior. You did your best, Zander, and it was the damn Camorians who took him away, not you." Augustus knelt on one knee and the man had closed his eyes.
Next to the soldier, the young face is still so calm.
"What else did he say in his last moments? I want to know his wish."
"He said he was going to die. He said he was turning into a snowflake and the wind from his hometown took him away." Zander cried while talking. He was so kind and emotional that he could not bear the pain of losing his comrades.
- Even though they had never spoken before today.
Zander Marks was born in the slums of Tarsonis City and grew up there. He was semi-illiterate because he had not gone to school since he was a child. But even so, Zander did not become as poor as other people in the slums.
He is becoming more and more indifferent, on the contrary, he still loves the world.
Augustus' aristocratic classmates often referred to people in the slums as untouchables, but he never thought so. He believed that one's origin could never determine the virtues a person possesses.