Sherlock Holmes

It's hard to imagine how to describe the atmosphere at this moment.

If the scene just now was silent, now it is like the absolute silence. The sound of the wind has stopped at this moment, and some small snowdrops have fallen from the mid-air, falling gently and softly between Sherlock and the veteran. , rolling quietly, as if wanting to run, but not daring to move.

A chilling feeling slowly rose in the hearts of the people around him.

No matter in which era, the hierarchy in the army is extremely strict. The subordinates must listen to the superiors' instructions. Even if they are scolded to the point of being scolded and embarrassed, they must hold their heads high and continue to scold them until they are dismissed.

So, this sudden interruption!

Moreover, he said the title "old man" to a major general, which made him look a little tired.

…

The short, rock-like old man standing next to Major General Ulysses couldn't help but be startled. Then he turned his head very slowly and looked at Sherlock with great confusion.

The next second, he shouted loudly:

"Which fucking war zone are you from! The commander is giving you a lecture, how can you speak?"

It's really hard to understand how someone at such an old age can have such a good voice. Sherlock was not too close, but he tilted his head as if to avoid those non-existent spittle stars.

Following this loud shout, the veteran took a few strides and headed straight for Sherlock. In the process, Second Lieutenant Millsap suddenly broke out in a nervous sweat.

"Report. This is..." He seemed to want to explain for Sherlock.

It has to be said that it took a lot of courage for him to dare to speak for Sherlock at this juncture. It is hard to imagine that just a few days ago, this person was determined to kill Sherlock.

But before he could finish speaking, the veteran raised his arm and pointed fiercely at Millsap's nose: "Shut up! It doesn't matter which war zone you are in. You are leading the troops now. If your subordinates contradict their superiors, I Let’s take care of this little bastard first, and I’ll take care of you later!”

After saying that, he glared at Sherlock fiercely, the smell of alcohol flowing from his pores in the ice and snow: "Soldier, tell me your name!"

"." Sherlock tilted his head slightly, half-squinting his head, with a shocked expression.

"Didn't you hear me?!" the man continued to yell.

"I heard it~"

"Then why don't you answer?!"

"Because I'm not a soldier."

"???"

A few extremely simple words of dialogue suffocated the old guy. He couldn't even say a single word out of ten thousand words in his stomach at this moment. His face was full of alcohol and he was about to wake up:

"No, not a soldier?"

"This is Sherlock Holmes, who comes from lower London and is just a private detective." He said lightly, and then continued to add at the right time:

"Although I'm not a very competent detective, I know a little bit about the laws of the empire.

During preparations for war, during the execution of military missions, and when clear civilian redeployment authority exists, the military may require appropriate cooperation from Imperial citizens.

I don't know what key tasks you are performing now. You can show me the document "Temporary Deployment of Citizens' Assistance Rights". I am a law-abiding citizen and I promise to cooperate. "

His words made the veteran in front of him glare even more angrily, but he still didn't know how to respond. After more than thirty years on the front line, from joining the army at the age of 20 to being in his 50s, this The veteran had never left the front line, and had never interacted with people outside the military. Now a civilian suddenly appeared, and for a moment he felt like he was meeting a rare species with a language barrier.

This is indeed a bit embarrassing, because in the army, you have a higher position and can crush people to death, but you, a school-level officer, are walking on the street, flashing your epaulettes and yelling at a waiter in a cafe to stand at attention. People will just treat you as a fool.

After a few seconds of absurd confrontation, the Major General Ulysses behind him finally walked over slowly with a big gun in hand, then patted his old comrade on the shoulder, and then looked at Sherlock with a gloomy face: "I don't care. Who are you? Since you are not from the military, someone will naturally take you to the reception desk in a moment, and you don’t have to worry about the things here."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze, and then casually whispered to Second Lieutenant Millsap, who was standing upright: "You brought him here, I don't care whether he is a member of the medical consolation group or a frontline sent by some newspaper company. Reporter, if you bring non-military personnel to the camp, you have to go through the reception process. Fortunately, this is not a big deal. You and your soldiers should run around the base three times before dinner and return to the team."

After saying this, the old lieutenant general turned around and prepared to return to his barracks. In fact, in his opinion, this was not something worth paying attention to. If his comrades hadn't drunk too much, they had to come out and yell. In other words, such an embarrassing scene will not happen, so just let the person on the opposite side run a few laps and the matter will be over.

Lieutenant Millsap immediately saluted with a military salute! Although the other party does not want to pursue the matter anymore, it is a good result, but for such a large frontline base, if you really have to run three laps before dinner, you will probably be too tired to get up. But if you run slowly, you will not be able to catch up with the meal. Food, the military camp would not open a small stove for a group of people like myself alone.

I thought I was just passing by, but I was humiliated by a drunken officer and was forced to run in circles. I felt a little aggrieved. Even the more than 40 soldiers behind me felt extremely uncomfortable. Why should I be punished? It’s you who gets scolded, and you’re the one who gets punished.

But in the end no one dared to say anything.

And just when the words ‘obey orders’ are about to blurt out,

"What mistake did they make?" Sherlock's voice suddenly sounded, still in the same light tone, but it was an obvious question.

I don't know if Sherlock has any magical character. As long as he wants to, he always seems to be able to say the most irritating words at the most inopportune times.

"I'm going on a mission with these people tomorrow. Can't I be with them now? Do I have to go through the reception process?

So what should I do if I can’t hear them when they lay out their plans?

And now you are asking this large group of people to run around the camp, which is very tiring. The physical exertion is so great, how can we carry out the task tomorrow?

Yes, I admit that you are the highest in terms of military rank, but you can't bully honest people like us like this!

Or.

Are you afraid of losing tomorrow? "