"It's just a small injury." Augustus felt something blocking his throat, making it ache slightly.
"We have to do something for Tom," Renault said. "We have to take him and Benjamin."
Before Augustus could make a decision, another federal army gradually caught up behind them. They had about a platoon, led by a lieutenant, and judging by their designation, they should be part of the second brigade.
"Who is your commander?" The lieutenant walked up to Augustus, and his troops also stopped. The lieutenant obviously noticed the Goliath walking mecha lying aside.
"I am Corporal Mengsk. Anyway, as you can see, we need medics here, and the sooner the better." Augustus stood up and said to the captain.
"Now you can talk about the situation here. It's best to briefly summarize it in one or two sentences." After a two-second pause and a few words on the communication channel, the captain said.
"A Camorian Goliath was hidden in an underground parking lot in a street and attacked us." Augustus said, "As you can see, we killed it."
"Are you commanding these people? You did a good job." The lieutenant glanced at the Goliath: "The Camorian Goliaths brought us far more losses than their Rippers.
No matter how much loss or sacrifice, it is worth it."
"Take your men and follow me. There is still a long way to go before we can capture the Camerian command center. This city is full of Camorian bastards, like rats in the sewers. In order to take it back
In this ruins, too many people have died in order to seize this damn stinking ditch," he said.
"We have only one way to go until dark, young sergeant."
"This is fucking war."
While Augustus was reporting to the lieutenant, four medical soldiers walked out of the company with a stretcher. They used laser components to remove Omo's breastplate and plastron, and spent a few minutes removing other parts.
After a simple bandage, they carried Omo, who had fallen into coma, onto a stretcher and walked in the direction they came from. When leaving, the medical soldiers dropped several more body bags.
"These bags are made using the latest nanotextile technology and can preserve the body before recycling." A soft, but emotionless female voice came through the loudspeaker.
"Recycle, recycle what?" Renault put away the body bag.
"Power armor," the medic said.
"How was he injured? Where are you going?" Zander asked, chasing after the stretcher.
But the medical soldiers just shook their heads and did not answer.
After putting the bodies of Benjamin and other dead marines into body bags, Augustus led the remaining people to follow the lieutenant's team. During this time, no one spoke anymore, and everyone was in a mood.
It was terrible, especially for Renault. For a while, he was so sad that he was shaking.
Sadness and self-blame were also tormenting Augustus, but it was not enough to defeat him. On the contrary, the pain made his thinking clearer and more thorough than ever before.
Gradually, they were getting closer and closer to the exit of A-220 Commercial Street. The exit was a central square composed of large buildings such as a bookstore, electronics mall, and department store. In the center of the cobblestone square was a dry fountain.
As long as they pass through this square, Augustus and others can get back on the road. At this time, the bright light is getting closer and closer to them, and in the surrounding streets, the sound of gunfire and cannons is getting more and more intense.
Federation forces entering the commercial district were ambushed by the Caimorians.
The lieutenant of the second brigade walked at the front and was the first to step out of the commercial street. At the exit, the officer waved his hands back vigorously before turning around and continuing to move forward.
"Don't stop!" he shouted loudly.
But suddenly, without warning, the officer staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. Almost everyone watched the lieutenant fall. From Augustus's position, he could just see
to the bullet hole in his helmet.
"Sniper!" a noncommissioned officer of Lieutenant Pali yelled, which triggered a series of chain reactions. Because they didn't know where the sniper was, the Marines fired at the surrounding shops and high-rise buildings. After that, they smashed the
The gunfire stopped only after there were only a few dozen pieces of glass left in the area.
"Rick, can you kill him?" Augustus asked on the communication channel.
"Yes, but the location of the enemy sniper must be determined." Rick replied: "Did you see those tall buildings in the square? He may be on any floor of any of them, with his gun pointed at it.
The entrance to this street. He may have left there long ago, or is still quietly waiting for the next target worthy of his shooting to appear."
"That shot just now might be just the last shot. He just needs to let us know that there is a killer staring at our heads."
While Augustus was talking to Rick, the lieutenant's squad leaders were having a heated discussion on their platoon's channel, but what they were arguing more about was who would command the platoon after the lieutenant's death.
"We can only rush over with all our strength," Hanak said.
"If we don't get rid of the sniper, we will die as many times as he can fire before we rush out of the street," Reno said.
"How about going around to other streets?" Zander said, "Or we can wait for the troops from other streets to go out first."
"But what if that bastard is already targeting us? As long as he's still there, who knows if his next shot will hit one of our people among hundreds of people." Ward said.
"Rick, how do you determine the location of the enemy sniper?" Augustus asked.
"I need him to shoot again." Rick had climbed to the top of a department store at the exit of the commercial street. He set up a sniper rifle at a window on the top floor and aimed it at the central square.
Move slowly from left to right at half an inch per second.
Rick's sniper rifle is specially designed for warriors wearing power armor, and is born for sniping. The trigger of the Boatswain FN-92 is designed to be a two-step pull mode. After the first step is pulled, the second shot only needs
A slight touch can cause the firing pin in the gun chamber to pop up.
After hearing Rick's words, Augustus fell silent. His most rational thinking told him that they could not stay in this business district for too long, otherwise who knows whether a tearer force would suddenly appear nearby.
Or a Goliath.
"Lerid." While the squad leaders were still arguing, Augustus suddenly turned to the resocialized soldiers he had met before. Now, there were only three of them left. Without any hesitation or hesitation, Augustus
Stuart chose what he thought was the most effective way to solve the problem at the moment, and he wanted these resocialized soldiers to attract enemy snipers to shoot.
Benjamin's death and Omo's serious injury are making Augustus hardened.
Lyrid immediately went to Augustus' side.
"Rick, you have three chances." Augustus said.
"Once is enough." Rick said, "What are you going to do?"
"You can try to induce him to shoot, but you can't take too many risks."
"From now on, Rick, concentrate on finding the sniper's location and kill him before he escapes." Augustus cut off the communication channel after saying that.
"Private First Class Lyrid, come here."
At this time, Augustus was very close to Lyrid, and he found a string of ID numbers in small fonts on the helmet of the resocialized soldier. After entering this number, Augustus passed
The built-in computer detected the following message:
Ryred Guyon, killed ten grown men, ate six of them, and salted the rest.