Sherlock Holmes

The power of words is sometimes better than fists. At least the word "fear of losing" alone is enough to make the veteran in front of him stop.

Tomorrow's mission process is simple and clear. It is a competition between Major General Ulysses' reorganized assault battalion and a group of temporarily formed wild demon-controlled soldiers.

And the competition is also the most direct and brutal one of 'see who can kill faster'.

So, this group of undead soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield for decades are afraid of losing?

Of course they were not afraid of losing, and no one thought they would lose, but Sherlock, a civilian who had never been on the front line, became very lethal after raising such a question.

It feels like an ignorant little girl staring at her questioning but extremely innocent eyes and asking: 'Uncle, have you never been in love before?'

So this moment!

Forehead.

It was okay for Major General Ulysses. After all, he led a group of powerful subordinates and must have a calm personality, so he just frowned. However, the short and stocky veteran next to him didn't have much authority. He almost stopped instantly. !

And the moment he turned back, the drunkenness on his body was almost completely transformed into the strongest anger and murderous intention, which surged out from the pores all over his body, and a large amount of white mist evaporated under the severe cold. His eyes, which were bloodshot due to the effects of alcohol, stared straight at Sherlock, and his knuckles cracked, as if in the next second, all the bones in Sherlock's body were going to be crushed and turned into a lump of flesh.

Similarly, the group of people standing next to Sherlock were also a little shocked.

No one could have imagined that Sherlock would say such a thing. He was a civilian, but because he was not used to the way of dialogue between superiors and subordinates in the imperial military camp, he subconsciously acted bravely. This is understandable.

But now, he is outright provocative.

The veteran in front of me had a bad temper at first glance, and his personality was extremely irritable. He was so angry that he almost exploded. But as a soldier, he certainly couldn't attack a civilian casually, so his muscles all over his body could only bulge and tighten. There was nothing to do but glare at Sherlock.

This scene can be called dangerous!

But in the eyes of Second Lieutenant Millsap, his psychological resentment inexplicably found a window to vent. And just now, Sherlock clearly said the word "we". Maybe he didn't realize it himself. The unobvious wording seemed to make this group of frontline soldiers, who put military orders first, subconsciously regard each other as a whole.

"What did you say? We are afraid of losing?"

Sherlock continued to use the toe of his shoe to scratch the snow that was as hard as stone under his feet: "Tomorrow we will carry out the mission. Today, we are using our military position to increase meaningless consumption for the soldiers and reduce our long-term efforts to nothing. value.

I am a detective, so at least logically, you are reducing our fighting spirit and physical strength, so isn't it reasonable to say that you are afraid of losing? "

It does sound reasonable, so.

"Hahaha." A sudden laughter interrupted the confrontation like a child's fighting spirit. Major General Ulysses turned around slowly and looked at Sherlock with interest: "So, you are the one who was invited The guy who came here to write a textbook on how to control wild demons?”

The compilation of teaching materials is not a trivial matter. Given the opponent's military position as Major General, he should know about it, so it is not difficult to guess Sherlock's identity.

"I don't like you," he said solemnly in an emphatic tone: "In fact, I don't like the whole set of experiments you conducted.

This battle has been going on for three hundred years. The blood of the imperial soldiers extends to a hundred meters deep under the frozen soil and ice here. However, the results of the war gained with these blood and lives are actually going to be lost to a group of people who have not come up. People who have been on the battlefield were replaced by some experiment that was suddenly developed.

Maybe I am old, a little pedantic, and unwilling to accept new things.

But I want to make it clear that I don't like any of this.

I don't know what the military is planning, but since they dare to send this competition to the battalion led by me, then I won't let you win.

Not only will it not let you win, but it will also make you lose miserably and terribly. "

Major General Ulysses' tone was exceptionally calm. If you just listened to his voice, it really seemed like an old man was having a calm conversation with a junior, but the content was as hard as reinforced concrete.

No need to be hysterical or argue with reason.

The veteran in front of him held a big gun and reluctantly passed the group of soldiers, and finally walked in front of Sherlock, and then took the initiative to extend a calloused hand, which was exposed to the dry and cold air all year round. Under its thick blue-black skin, you can clearly see the splitting red meat.

He is inviting Sherlock's handshake.

Sherlock was not a gentleman, but a stubborn veteran extended his hand to him. Even if the handshake did not mean that he was friendly, he would never refuse. Therefore, in the cold wind, the two of them held their hands firmly. At the same time, the wind stopped and the snow fell, and the brilliant, nearly stationary flame in the sky seemed to finally lazily tilt a little towards the horizon, making the shadows of the two people in the snow lengthen by a few inches.

"Tomorrow, on the battlefield..."

"See you there or see you."

The two spoke briefly and then separated. The cold wind picked up again. The old and hunched figure turned and walked towards the barracks. His gray and dry hair was like a bunch of dead branches. The big gun hit the ground and made a sound. There was a rhythmic sound until the slightly hunched silhouette disappeared from sight, and the surrounding soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lieutenant Millsap, who was standing at the front, rubbed his stiff face, and finally got a chance to breathe with his straight posture, and then walked towards Sherlock:

"Brother, you are the most daring person I have ever seen to stir up trouble. But this battle will eventually be lost. At least we won't feel aggrieved today!"

He tried his best to think in a good direction.

But when I lowered my head, I saw two very clear crack lines under Sherlock's feet and on the snow about twenty centimeters in front of him. It was like just now, two iron hoops with extremely heavy weight fell from the sky. , as if it hit the frozen layer solidly.

He knew that this was caused by the handshake in those few seconds.

"Is this Major General Ulysses a contractor?" Sherlock suddenly asked an impossible question.

"No, he is an ordinary person." Millsap shook his head and responded.