Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock once overlooked this planet in the universe in his dream. Even in the plane called hell, Antarctica was still not covered in corrupted scarlet, and remained white unchanged for tens of thousands of years. There is no sea water, no grassland, only pallor and heart-stopping snow-white mountains, and endless desolate snowfields. The day here sometimes lasts for weeks, and the light from the hot stars that shine down all day long will shine on the snow. Under the reflection, a beautiful but terrifying light curtain is formed.

I once visited the holy city of Jerusalem and said that if the light is too bright, it will actually be a kind of pain for those bathed in the light. This statement is most relevant to those living on the Antarctic continent. Experienced, the bright sun refracted from all directions in the sky, from time to time will make people feel like some kind of cold explosion in the depths, stinging the eyes, feeling empty and panic, so that those newly sprinkled large tracts on the snowfield The blood and the corpses of giant demons are like bright embellishments on an oil painting, making people unable to help but take a closer look.

The landing speed of the airship was very smooth, but also very fast. Sherlock stood in front of the window, looking at the majestic scene below divided by white and blue, looking at the desolate snow-capped mountains, which kept beating on the window. Clusters of snow, as well as the non-divided water mist caused by the swaying of steam, make everything in sight seem to be dragged into the clouds and smoke of the mountains, looming.

Naturally, Redeker Strait cannot really only have war troops. During the three hundred years of bloody battles with demons, hundreds of millions of people have lived, fought, and died here. The soldiers here have been holding on for a long time, and they often stay there for ten years. For a few years, they married and had children here. Behind the defense line was a battlefield city that had been expanding for three hundred years.

There is a huge arc-shaped semi-enclosed building complex surrounding the coast of the strait. There are also markets, bars, hotels, gathering places for gun exchanges, gathering places for different troops, and countless war supplies businesses that also attract a large number of people. Merchants have built huge ports everywhere that are several times larger than the hinterland of the empire.

But all this is still not the main theme. Looking forward from a high altitude, the steel chariots, densely packed power armor, and some huge third-order demons standing calmly on the border of the Snow Sea have all been covered with the most beautiful clothes. The solemn iron-blooded feeling, and occasionally even the roaring explosions coming from far away, shocked people's hearts so much that they only dared to beat secretly.

This is the front line of Hell's Gate Battlefield, the bloodiest and most dangerous place on the planet, and also the place where glory shines.

Fifteen minutes later, the airship squeezed through the thick clouds in the sky like a giant egg, and finally landed on a military airship landing platform. It rolled up a roaring hurricane, raising the surrounding heavy snow and white dust all over the sky. It was one o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun on the Antarctic continent is the most abundant. In fact, the sun above the head has not set over the mountain for a week. Opening the hatch, Sherlock walked into the cold wind and heavy snow. , looking at the white open space ahead, shining with a dazzling light like a sharp edge of crystal.

I can't help but think about it

Here is the battlefield.

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After the airship landed, the wind pressure gradually dissipated. Not far away, the busy field receptionist and the heads of various departments rushed over immediately. Although the textbooks issued by the government were compiled on this airship, in name, this This voyage is still the transportation of medical teams serving the front line.

In fact, putting all this aside, just the fact that Miss Nightingale came to the front line in person was enough for the officers and leaders on the back line to rush over early and wait. According to some unclear data, as long as this girl is on the front line, After a week, the casualty rate on the battlefield will be reduced by 16 percentage points compared to usual, and the resulting offensive situation and consumption of war weapons will be an immeasurable figure.

Therefore, if it weren't for the fact that he had a military position and there were too many people watching, the leaders of the military region would probably have wanted to kowtow to the girl in front of them on the spot.

During the handover of the itinerary, the frontline soldiers also saw the beautiful girl wearing a thick and simple cotton coat at the front of the medical team from a distance. They couldn't help but marveled. They didn't expect that Lord Nightingale was better than the legendary one. It became even more beautiful. At the same time, I finally understood why General Patton prohibited the release of the list of this trip in advance. Otherwise, if the soldiers knew that Miss Nightingale was personally on the battlefield, the lift area today would not be crowded. It is estimated that then A few more arrogant troops will fight with real swords and guns because they want to seize the front row.

Soon, the representative of the airship transport party signed the handover document with the manager of the frontline logistics department. Then, a large number of medical team members boarded the transport vehicle that had been waiting for a long time and drove away, eventually disappearing in the wind and snow. , only some people who were on standby were left.

These people are all members of the teaching material writing team. Most of them are soldiers from the front line, so they are not shocked by the huge war metal facilities around them. They just wait quietly for their reception team to appear. Of course, in this process, there are Many people were casting unkind glances at Sherlock intentionally or unintentionally.

It's like waiting to see if a domineering domestic pet cat finally breaks away from the protection of its gentle mistress and enters the world of the jungle. How long can he hold on before crying for father and mother? Can't stand it anymore?

Sherlock didn't care about this gaze at all, he just felt the coldness in the air around him, listened to the howling wind that was blocked by the metal barrier, squinted at the sky, and thought about the smoke filling the sky more than a hundred kilometers away. The blood-soaked war front line, and further away, in the center of this frozen land, is the source of all disasters, the crack in the void called the "Gate to Hell" that is as huge as several kilometers... I can't help but feel Feeling his heart surge, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

And just as he smiled curiously, Sherlock suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and saw someone in the airship transport warehouse busy loading and unloading many things.

This is not surprising. On a long journey to the front line, a hugely expensive airship cannot only transport a hundred or so people. The accompanying people must also bring a lot of supplies or military equipment.

But why is there a giant demon sedative container seven or eight meters high among these transported materials?

Moreover, why does this container look so familiar? It's like the one wearing [Crimson] that I saw in the Academy of Life Sciences before?

Obviously, the old Franklin guy who was good at hiding his treachery as a scholar deceived himself into coming to the front line, not just to write a textbook for himself.

But Sherlock was not annoyed by this deception, because for him, this trip was interesting enough.

He even vaguely felt that if he could approach the door of hell one day, he might have a chance to enter hell through another way.

Then can I also see what Master Dante saw back then? At that time, I will finally know what kind of things the old man with extremely poor painting skills described in the Divine Comedy.

As I was thinking about it, the roar of a steam locomotive in the distance quickly approached.

There is no way for horses to survive on this frozen soil, so almost all means of transportation are locomotives. Maybe many years after electricity is popularized, the equipment here will usher in a batch of major updates, but here again In the past three centuries, the frontline city area was built entirely on the interplay of scorching steam and freezing white snow. Therefore, the temperature difference here is also huge. We are in a world of ice and snow, but in some places, it can even be so hot that you will sweat. .

Soon, a transport vehicle appeared in sight. This vehicle would take them to a hotel in the city. As for any further instructions, a notice should be issued tomorrow morning.

At this time, watching the vehicles approaching from a distance, several frontline soldiers who had made rude remarks at the reception walked up to Sherlock. They seemed polite, but said with a sinister air:

"Mr. Holmes, after you have settled down later, our forty-odd brothers on this mission would like to invite you to get together with us as a thank you for taking care of us along the way."

He said, he seemed to be very happy mentally, with a sense of pleasure that "the hard work along the way has finally paid off", and then looking at Sherlock's unchanged expression, he added:

"This is the front line, and we are all familiar with the people here, so don't think you can lock yourself in your room and be embarrassed to keep your appointment, because if you don't come, we will go find you."

A very straightforward warning

In fact, this was something Sherlock had expected, so he just smiled, thinking that the behavior of these frontline soldiers was really simple and arrogant.

But then he saw something he didn't expect.

The transport truck in front of him slowly stopped, and then the door opened. After Sherlock got on the bus, he saw several soldiers in the corner of the transport vehicle, and a man sitting upright next to the soldiers. officer.

The other party had obviously seen him, or in other words, the other party's eyes had been staring in the direction of the car door, waiting for Sherlock to appear.

"Sir Barbasqueville!"

The soldiers who boarded the transport vehicle obviously did not expect to encounter this terrifying being who was famous in the war zone in such a place. Each one of them did not even dare to sit down, and immediately put on their best expressions. With a standard military posture, he was afraid of making the opponent even the slightest bit unhappy and ending up in a miserable situation.