Sherlock Holmes

The frontline medical team was picked up by a special vehicle after landing in the Redecker Channel and has been arranged in a hotel in the city. Therefore, over the past week, the soldiers in the war zone only gradually knew who The great and beautiful holy girl came to this frozen land, but she has never really been seen.

And because the temporarily formed battalion led by Second Lieutenant Millsap achieved victory in the mission, the military set Miss Nightingale's frontline station at the 404th Military Base in a high-profile manner, and at the same time made this matter seem unintentional. informed all other theaters.

It seems that he wants to hint to everyone in a very eloquent way that as long as he practices his ability to control wild demons, it is possible to see Miss Nightingale with his own eyes.

Although this suggestion is as stupid as a scammer defrauding an old man's pension, there are really many people who are jealous and jealous of the 404 War Zone, secretly thinking, what if they also control a wild demon? How nice.

It was early morning, but it was still dusk in the sky. The setting sun, which had lasted for several months, shone from the mountains and fell on the silver sand and snow outside the base. White particles covered the sight, twinkling. Shining like diamonds, and on the intersection of the blue sky and the white sea-like scenery, a fleet of vehicles drove toward the base with an increasingly clear buzzing sound.

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The perimeter of the defense line of the military base is already full of people. The person in charge of the base and the chief staff usually receive higher-level generals or commanders. The welcoming ceremony has been held many times, but I thought that the convoy was there. Among them, sitting was the god-like girl. Even though they had seen too much of the world, they could still feel complex and changeable emotions such as curiosity, excitement, reverence, gratitude, etc.

When I thought that this young girl had worked tirelessly to come to the front line and was about to save the lives of countless imperial soldiers, and would live in this base for a long time in the future, the excitement in my heart became even higher.

Then even these generals who are usually good at hiding their emotions under their masks couldn't help but feel nervous and excited inside. The group of soldiers standing around were even more impossible to remain calm. Even their usually standard military postures were standing still. What's worse, some discussions can even be heard faintly.

"To tell you the truth, I think Miss Nightingale is interested in me."

A soldier standing in the middle of the team muttered with great pride to a 40-year-old veteran next to him.

"You fart?" The other party scolded directly: "Why do you?"

"Hey, don't believe it. When we were on the airship, we held a cocktail party before. I was standing in a corner at that time, but Miss Nightingale always looked towards me."

"Stop dreaming. Don't even look at what you look like."

"Everything I said is true, I dare to swear to the Holy Light!"

"The Holy Light doesn't bother to care about you."

In this atmosphere of narcissism, emotion, panic, or heartbeat, the motorcade finally slowly stopped in front of everyone.

Some of the medical team's entourage got out of the car, and the person in charge of the base quickly got up and exchanged relevant agreements with them.

Of course, no one cares about these formal processes. Everyone's eyes are fixed on the steam locomotives in the long queue behind them, waiting for a scene they will never forget.

Finally, after a few seconds.

The door of a car slowly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a girl wearing the thick winter coat most commonly seen in the military stepped out of the car and appeared naturally in the cold wind.

At this moment, the entire frontline greeting team fell into silence for an instant. The figure was shining golden and holy under the light of the setting sun, but it was like a charming black hole, attracting all the eyes. The hair, The skin, the contours, the face that makes one feel so flustered that they dare not look directly at it. Some people feel that their breathing has become a little unsmooth, as if they have seen the most beautiful scene in a dream, and they dare not blaspheme it. I wanted to look away from him, but I couldn't control my body at all, and couldn't even close my eyes.

The accompanying medical team members also gradually walked out of the car. They saw that everyone in the welcoming team seemed to have had their souls taken away, and they couldn't help but smile, because they had experienced such a feeling not long ago, and these front-line The soldiers shed their blood on this land for the peace of the empire. They stayed in the severe cold for many years. They were injured, shed tears, and missed their distant hometown. Most of them were not married and had no chance to fall in love. , some people will even die in a certain mission in the near future, and their bones will be buried after a heavy snowfall, leaving only a name that will not be remembered for long.

So, who will bother these imperial soldiers now?

Nightingale just stood in the cold wind, feeling her cheeks were chilled by the dry cold air, but she insisted on not wearing a hat, just like an elf standing gracefully in the snow.

She knows she is beautiful.

So, why not just let these soldiers take a look.

I don't know how long it took, but these soldiers who had experienced the war had much stronger willpower than ordinary people, so they finally recovered in the hazy and cautious happiness.

Soon, those war reporters who had been on the front line for many years behind the formation of soldiers also came to their senses.

Although they are war reporters, although they have encountered demonic waves on the battlefield, they have also held guns, carried artillery shells, and even faced dangers of life and death, this group of reporters has also had a taste of iron blood in their bones.

But reporters will always be reporters. At this moment, the occupational diseases flowing in their blood suddenly broke out. They completely ignored the disciplines strictly ordered by the previous leaders. They took out their cameras one by one at an incredible speed, click, click, click, click——— —The sound of the shutter actually drowned out the howling cold wind around. The excessive burning of white phosphorus gave the surroundings a burnt smell.

Fortunately, this kind of newspaper propaganda is tacitly approved by the military. After all, it can greatly improve the morale of the front line. Otherwise, even if they send a company here, they will not be able to stop these red-eyed news maniacs.

In the camera, Miss Nightingale stands under the beautiful sunset, with huge defensive walls and solemn and cold weapons of war behind her. Iron-bloodedness and beauty coexist in the same picture without any interruption. If someone in the news industry evaluates this scene, it would be that if you can take such a photo, then your life will be worth it.

However, some reporters keenly noticed that the girl's extremely beautiful eyes in the camera seemed to look around from time to time, as if expecting to see something among the crowd.

Is she looking for someone?

At this thought, several reporters also began to look around, but except for the soldiers who were so fascinated that they forgot to blink, there seemed to be no one worth noting. Fortunately, they focused their attention on In the lens.