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 Harnack's words.
A few seconds later, Augustus stood up and walked to the bedroom door. He held a personal terminal in one hand and took off his flat cap and coat from the hanger next to the door. He was only wearing a shirt at this time, and he walked towards
The main entrance of the living room.
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 and give it to 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 answered the phone, and his voice was Tychus Finley. There was a loud sound of wind on the other 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 like playing house." Tychus said.
"I didn't take it seriously at all, but they insisted on meddling in their own business."
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 Hanak didn't trust him, so they followed him...
Of course, these two people must have contributed a lot of money."
"Not long after entering the refugee camp, they robbed the gangsters in the refugee camp, including the people and the car. Hanak and I happened to go to pee together and escaped."
"Wetburg 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 had no 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 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 touch my face!" Tychus hung up the phone while roaring.
It seemed like they were in a good situation, at least they still had the energy to quarrel.
"Major Warfield." Augustus opened Warfield's personal terminal as he drove toward the third platoon's barracks.
"Say." Warfield spit out one word.
"Two of my soldiers were caught by the gangsters 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, harm to civilians should be avoided," 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 squads that we have to work overtime today." The two sentries belonged to Augustus' third platoon, second squad, and were two privates.
"Yes, sir!"
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The two APOD light transport ships have been flying in the air for about twenty minutes. In the darkness, the transport ships with flashing lights were like fireflies flying towards the horizon.
At a certain moment, the transport ship began to descend, with the propellers 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 Demons of Heaven. There is a white skull on the mask. One of the soldiers holds a winged demon flag of the Demons 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 camps 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. It was covered with engine oil, mud stains and other filth. Large pieces of dark red were attached to the walls and roof like scabs and mold.
An ugly skin.
Even so, these houses in the refugee camps can be called mansions. A considerable number of the houses are shacks without four walls, made of beams and scrap metal sheets, which are no different from cow sheds. In this cold
It was a dark night filled with people dying of cold and starvation.
"Lundstein, take the first team to find Tychus and Harnak." Augustus said on the communication channel.
"Cheer up, there are ordinary refugees here, as well as gangsters, large gangs, smugglers, terrorists and separatists who hate the government and the Marines."