Sherlock Holmes

Perhaps it was due to the feedback of the sedative that Sherlock slept soundly and deeply, just like he had fought with a third-level contractor after the London airship crash and consumed all his energy. It was as if all the energy had finally fallen asleep.

In the dream, he did not seem to appear in hell, but once again saw the green liquid, bubbling and gurgling, and he was immersed in it. Through the liquid, he seemed to be able to see The light spots kept flashing, but they were blurry. I didn't know what they were. I could only continue to float. I couldn't feel the temperature, hunger or pain. I could only feel the boundless sleepiness, which made me fall into my dreams countless times. Wake up, then drift off again.

He went back and forth like this countless times, and he seemed to hear the noise and shouts gradually becoming clearer in his ears, as well as the whistling wind that appeared and disappeared with the rhythm.

Finally, after a sudden twitch of his fingers, Sherlock slowly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw the ceiling of the old barracks above his sight. Next to him was an even older machine for monitoring breathing. He was wearing a mask on his face, and his exhaled breath entered the machine along the tube, sending out bursts of Some unpleasant noises.

Looking around again, we can see several hospital beds, and there are people lying on them at the moment. Either they have bandages on their heads or wooden boards on their legs, but at this moment, they don't seem to care about their bodies. Pain, just staring straight at myself.

Sherlock remained as hazy as he had just woken up, and looked at one of the younger Imperial soldiers for a moment. Suddenly, the man suddenly came to his senses as if he had realized it, and let out a cry.

"Come on! This gentleman is awake! Wake up!"

On the frontline battlefield, it is really uncomfortable to hear the word 'sir'.

But it was this voice that directly caused an even more intense noise to be heard outside the door, and dense footsteps came closer and closer. Then, the door of the ward was roughly pushed open, and a vote People were so excited that they wanted to squeeze in.

Fortunately, a young nurse at the front shouted loudly!

"Everyone, please be quiet! I am a member of the medical team accompanying this front line. If anyone dares to make any noise again, I will go back and tell Miss Nightingale!"

For a moment, there was silence all around.

In fact, Sherlock didn't even understand the logic of this sentence. Tell Nightingale? What did you tell her that there was a group of people making a fuss in the ward?

So what, in a place like the front line, no matter what you do, you will make a fuss.

And the little nurse didn’t say anything about what would happen after telling Nightingale.

But such ambiguous words were more effective than holding a gun to the heads of these soldiers. Not only did they shut up immediately, but they all exited the ward very obediently. Some of them tried their best to rush in to see Sherlock at first. The man lowered his head and did not forget to close the door before exiting the room.

That's right, Sherlock just relied on his own efforts to lead these people to an incredible victory, and wrote the most brilliant and glorious chapter in their military careers.

Nothing compared to Miss Nightingale.

So after that, the obviously grumpy nurse began to conduct a series of health checks on Sherlock without being disturbed. In fact, there was nothing to check, because when he first came in, there were already front-line medical staff. The team conducted the most detailed examination on it, and the results showed that Sherlock did not suffer any injuries and was just asleep.

As for why he slept so deeply and couldn't wake up, it might be because of excessive fatigue or feedback from the devil's sedative. Who cares, in short, in less than 10 minutes, all the medical instruments on Sherlock's body were disassembled. After coming down, after a lot of routine instructions from the nurse, I was allowed to leave the ward.

Pushing open the door of the ward, he stepped into the corridor outside the door. At this time, the corridor was already full of people, all of whom were the same group of people who had just followed Lieutenant Millsap on the mission. Seeing Sherlock coming out, everyone couldn't hide their excitement. Fortunately, because of the nurse's warning, they suppressed their emotions and did not rush towards him screaming.

So, under the watchful eyes and surrounded by countless eyes, Sherlock walked out of the large barracks that had been converted into a medical station. The setting sun remained in the sky, covering the entire military base with a layer of brilliant colors, and the roar around him became increasingly louder. Very clear, looking from a distance, you can see some huge cranes lifting large war vehicles, passing through the camp from a high place. These were all damaged by Sherlock's hammer in the previous mission. The collective is now being sent to a workshop at the rear of the base for repairs.

Soon, another battlefield transport vehicle drove past, carrying a huge demon sedative container. Through the thick glass, you could see a third-level demon soaked in it, which was none other than [Crimson].

Compared with Sherlock, this demon's injuries were obviously more serious. The exoskeleton on its body was full of broken lines, and the surface of some muscles was filled with charred blackness after the explosion. The unhealed bullet holes kept oozing blood. The bright red color slowly floated in the demon sedative, making it particularly eye-catching.

Fortunately, the empire has an extremely efficient repair method for these demons: soaking in repair solution.

Um. Although it is a little hard to believe that the liquid that has a repairing effect on humans also has a strong repairing effect on demons' injuries. It is obvious that two species that grew up in completely different worlds can share the same medicine, but the fact is That's it, and it's been in use ever since the repair solution was developed over 160 years ago.

Large military weapons all around began to be put into storage in batches, and the amount of ammunition or shells consumed was also being reported. A little further away, imperial soldiers marched in a certain direction with neat steps and stern expressions, and then Some soldiers are already getting ready to go, and they don’t know where they are going.

In this military base, this scene has been playing out every day for decades, but at this moment, Sherlock walked out of the barracks and bathed in the sunset again.

It seemed that everyone stopped what they were doing and began to look at him involuntarily.

It was silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly, a burst of applause sounded from behind him.

This was just a very monotonous single syllable, the most ordinary applause, and it appeared a little abruptly, but then, a large group of applauses sounded one after another, and became more and more intense, and continued into a large roar like a violent storm, and then, All the soldiers who followed him out of the medical barracks came to him one after another, lined up in a row, stood upright, then stretched out their right hands in an extremely orderly and solemn manner, and hit their chests hard.

The sound of "Boom" was like a sound of joy and muffled thunder exploding among the clouds.

Soldiers value honor, and soldiers worship the strong. So if a strong man brings an honor that is difficult to have in a lifetime to these imperial soldiers, then he will definitely receive the most sincere respect and thanks, and he will not even be given a chance to refuse. .

Second Lieutenant Milsam stepped out of the queue. Because the man in front of him did not have a military position, he could not talk to him in a reporting or ordering tone. However, he still used a military tone:

"Mr. Sherlock, we win!"

Although his voice was not loud, it was full of energy! Although the old saying goes, don't be arrogant in victory and don't be discouraged in defeat, but at this moment, all the soldiers in front of them could not hide the pride in their hearts.

This scene was seen by everyone passing by in the base. In fact, yesterday, Sherlock was just a non-staff member that not many people knew, although he is still the same now.

But from this moment on, his name should have begun to be transmitted in this military base, and as expected, after the photos taken on the battlefield, accompanied by the most exciting frontline battle report text, were sent to various war zones, he His name may be known to every front-line soldier.

Of course, what kind of combat power the demon named Crimson under his control and the wild demon that had just established a contractual relationship for half a year would be clearly understood by all the imperial soldiers. Know.

Isn't it just for this result that the entire frontline military has wasted so much effort, shamelessly confused, and even forced Sherlock to come to the frontline.

But suddenly

The applause that should have been more intense suddenly stopped.

Sherlock looked at the dozens of soldiers in front of him, all looking over his shoulders, so he turned around in the direction of his eyes, and then he saw a veteran holding a long gun at some point. , standing not far behind.

In fact, it is not a secret that the military wants to use this mission to change the war thinking of those old-school soldiers who have been adhering to it for more than a hundred years. Anyone with some brains can think of this.

Therefore, it is also the most convincing to find Major General Ulysses to participate in the mission. After all, the undead regiment under his command has absolute strength and is highly respected on the front line.

But there is actually a paradox here. Because the other team has double the amount of demon sedatives, and the team led by Major General Ulysses has nothing. Even a lot of large war weapons have been scrapped, and they only have Those ground infantry groups completed the task of clearing the entire area without leaving any one behind. In terms of time, it was not much slower than the other side.

In fact, if the other party also spends some time to find and kill those wandering demons, then the outcome of this mission will not be determined.

Therefore, from the perspective of the entire battle process, what was demonstrated was that the old-school strategy summarized over the past few hundred years was still more powerful.

But human nature is like this. Almost everyone subconsciously didn't care about this. Those surprised and respectful eyes were all focused on the unreasonable 'thief'.

Because his performance represents endless possibilities. These possibilities represent change and hope, and hope is what mankind needs most at this stage.

"In order to wait for you alone, the entire battalion wasted the most precious offensive time." Major General Ulysses slowly walked towards Sherlock, his tone was like the chill seeping out of his old cotton jacket: "You How dare you be so conceited?"

For a war group to change the rhythm of the mission because of one person, this behavior is absolutely ridiculous in the eyes of a normal soldier, and in the eyes of this veteran, it is an unforgivable felony.

Sherlock smiled, as if he didn't notice the faint fierceness in the cold eyes of the veteran in front of him: "You may not understand me. I am a person who is not as conceited as a day or two. I can't be cold just because I come to the front line." After one night, the habit will be frozen."

This kind of answer is like sophistry. On the battlefield, how can there be any character? Moreover, the discipline of the army and the dangerous fighter opportunities that race every second on the battlefield, do they have to give in to a person's character?

But the veteran in front of him had no way to use this common sense to refute the other party, because the other party won.

It was extremely unreasonable to win, but I still won in the end.

"Maybe you are very powerful, but you have to understand that this mission is only a small single-line combat mission. On the entire front line, even the smallest encounter will involve four or five times more people than the number of people participating this time. In this case, even if you can support a whole battalion by yourself, it will be of no use at all.

Besides, do you think that what you face today is the limit of my battle group?

We were concerned about your life and were unwilling to waste ammunition and supplies. We did not request air-to-ground bombing. I even just fired a shot at you, which hit your devil, not your head.

We simply didn't show all our strength? "

Hearing this, Sherlock was silent for a moment. In fact, if the old major general really wanted to kill himself, the bombing he had suffered before would indeed have been more ferocious.

But after just thinking about it for a moment, he smiled.

"Yes, I was also afraid of hurting the lives of the soldiers under your command, so I restrained myself a lot, if I didn't just want to take the container of demon sedative out of the war zone."

Speaking of this, Sherlock suddenly looked at the other person's pale eyes, and then imitated Watson's smiling look and said briskly:

"How could I blindly rush towards that outpost? I will definitely go straight to you.

As long as I kill you, there won't be so many things to do next. "

A veteran who has been galloping on the battlefield for half his life and whose glory in life no one dares to look directly at.

A civilian from Lower London without any military rank, he looked down upon the strongman when he first entered the battlefield.

A very simple conversation, spoken by two people, both had a harsh tone of tit-for-tat, but what is interesting is that the scene at this time seems to be closer to the street brawls of the lowest-end gangsters, because The two people were just separated by a few centimeters of air in front of them, telling things that would never become reality:

They sure knew how to kill each other.

But it is impossible to actually kill the other party.

After all, both of them are human beings, and there is no essential reason to kill each other.

Unless one day, these two people stand on opposite sides of each other's representative camps.

However, in this world, the only ones standing tit-for-tat with humans are the demons on the other side of the gate of hell.

Therefore, the day when these two people hate each other and kill each other will probably never come.