Sherlock Holmes

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

With an empty stomach all night and the work ahead for the next day, skipping breakfast will not do any good to the body. Of course, everyone knows this.

However, on the battlefield, it is a bit weird to let this large army of ten thousand people wait for a few people to finish their breakfast.

wrong! This can no longer be called weird, but a strange phenomenon that should not exist in theory.

But no one would really express their annoyance. These soldiers have an extremely serious concept of time. Their thinking is based on obedience and using their own lives to complete all the instructions issued by the military. It is arduous training and survival. An iron-blooded spirit forged in death.

In the military camp, no one could delay the entire army's progress plan just because of a meal, so they were instinctively disgusted with the more than 20 minutes of waiting.

But at the same time, in this era, the existence of the servant of God is so special. As a human being, we naturally know that the survival of the entire race depends on the Holy Light. If you think about it from this point of view, the responsibility of the soldier and the Holy Light have always been there. Everything we do has the same goal, which is to protect human safety.

Moreover, the Holy Light's ability to protect human beings is much more powerful than the army.

Then think about it again, the arrival of the servants of God in the barracks is to bring this frozen land into the scope of the holy light again, and the duty of these tens of thousands of frontline soldiers is, to put it bluntly, to protect these few Servant of God.

Therefore, since they had not finished breakfast, the soldiers naturally had to wait and had to wait. How dare they be impatient, displeased, and anxious.

Major General Ulysses lit a cigarette, leaned on his spear, and stood in front of the undead army he led. His eyelids drooped due to aging covered his already gray pupils, making it impossible to see his emotions. , but it can be felt that his eyes have never left the barracks.

This time we set foot on the expedition route, the accompanying troops responsible for the safety of the medical team and the servants of God are precisely this veteran regiment. As for the reason, it may be because they have the smallest number, but their combat effectiveness is surprisingly strong, even if they really encounter a demonic tide. , with the tens of thousands of legions in front unable to withstand the terrifying offensive, these veterans were able to lead some important figures out of the battlefield and escape safely.

Of course, the demonic tide does not appear suddenly. It is all due to the long-term existence of a large number of void cracks, which leads to a sharp increase in the number of demons in a fixed area. After several days or even weeks of long accumulation, it will gradually form. And with so many vanguard troops fighting bloody battles and opening up routes in the front, it is basically impossible for the troops in the rear to suddenly be attacked by a demonic wave.

but.

Major General Ulysses was not angry at the behavior of the servants of God because he deliberately did not show it, and the soldiers waiting in the distance could remain silent because they had some kind of feeling towards the servants of God. The psychology of awe.

But the veterans standing behind Major General Ulysses, they have been fighting on the battlefield for decades, and none of them take their own lives seriously. How can they still indulge others? They are the most typical soldiers, He is also the most typical veteran ruffian. Even if the head of the military region stands in front of him, he will look at him with contempt without restraint when he should not like him.

Therefore, they did not restrain their inner dissatisfaction, and stared at the barracks not far away with disdain and anger. If the sight was also lethal, the barracks would have exploded with a bang by now. These veterans didn't understand why the military would send themselves as the escort team for this group of people. Everyone knew that during the march, this group of people was surrounded by four large armies. This position was absolutely safe.

And the troops to which I belong have strong mobility and powerful firepower comparable to that of the entire army. Why not put this force into the advance army? Only on the real battlefield can the strength of our team be reflected, not Here I play house with a group of deformed servants of God.

"Captain, have we been following these losers all the way?" A veteran wearing glasses walked up to Major General Ulysses and asked with some worry: "If this is really the case, then how can we Isn’t it possible that there will be no war in a few months, or even in the next year or two years?”

For a group of people who have been fighting for their whole lives to suddenly become idle and travel around with a group of non-military personnel who have no fighting ability is simply the cruelest torture. If they really have to stay like this idle, it is estimated that it will take up to two weeks. , someone in the team has to start causing trouble.

"I reported it to the theater headquarters yesterday morning, but they insisted on using us as an escort team." Major General Ulysses whispered.

"Why do you listen to those coward commanders?" the bespectacled veteran said grimly. He dared to call a commander of a war zone a coward. It is estimated that only people in this group of undead legions can do it: "Just call the commander. , asked him to transfer us back to the advance army, he has already spoken, how dare that person who is tired of living still dare to keep us here."

The [Regiment Commander] mentioned by this veteran was none other than General Patton, the top person in charge on the front line of the war. Although Major General Ulysses was a few years older than General Patton, he had been working under the other party when he was young. In life, the two of them fought many extremely dangerous battles through life and death.

Now, Barton has become the commander-in-chief of the entire human coalition, leading several elite guards at the forefront of the advance army to guide the direction of this human expedition.

Major General Ulysses retreated to the war zone along the Redeker Strait. He led the old veterans behind him to form a team of less than a hundred people, wandering between the war zones, and forcibly killed an undead veteran regiment. reputation for brutality.

Now, on the entire frontline battlefield, who doesn’t know that these veterans just want to die on the battlefield, in the fiercest battle? So today, mankind has begun to march towards the gate of hell, and the frontline is in urgent need of elite combat power. , at this juncture, if you call the commander of the regiment back then, who is now the commander-in-chief of the human coalition, and tell him that a group of veterans who followed you back then are actually working as nannies here, how could the other party just sit back and watch? in spite of.

However, Major General Ulysses just shook his head and was silent for a while before he said leisurely: "I also called that old bastard Patton a few hours ago."

"Oh?" The old chief of staff on the side frowned. He didn't care that the other party called the old leader an 'old bastard', but he was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Major General Ulysses turned his head and said with a rather puzzled expression:

"Although it's hard to believe, he personally gave the order for us to be nannies here."

"." The bespectacled veteran in front of him was silent for a while, and then he finally said a word: "Huh?"

No one can understand why General Patton would let a team with the most shortage of front lines and such powerful combat effectiveness stay in the most useless place. This is of course not because he is afraid that his old comrades will die on the front line, but because he takes special care of them. How could the top leader of the coalition forces on the front line not understand the heroic demands of these soldiers who have no relatives or care and want to die on the battlefield?

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible for a genius general who has been strategizing on the battlefield for decades to make such an inexplicable decision.

So no matter how much I think about it, I can't figure out the reason.

Inadvertently, Major General Ulysses glanced at a man standing on the other side of the field.

It was that guy who, not long ago, successfully stole a victory that should have been his own using extremely shameless means under his own nose.

Of course, shamelessness is used to describe character, but there is no such word as shamelessness on the battlefield. There are only successes and failures. Therefore, under the blazing sunset that day, the figure flying through the smoke of gunpowder truly gained the respect of this veteran.

And after that, when the demonic tide came, this guy named Sherlock walked into the wind and snow alone, and then returned to the camp with a bloody remnant. According to some rumors, Neng Bo vaguely caught this man. What an amazing performance there was in that rescue mission.

He was so shocked that he even ignored all the rumors about this man and the girl who could cure diseases. He just thought like a cautious soldier. Fortunately, this guy is on the side of mankind. If one day, he becomes If the enemy is defeated, how many soldiers' lives will it take to kill this person on the battlefield?

Well, these are the random thoughts of this veteran when he is bored and unhappy. What he cares about now is that the old bastard General Patton left himself next to these servants of God, and Sherlock also stayed here. Next to the servants of gods, although everything seems to be following and logical, is this really just a coincidence?

Just when he was about to carefully speculate on whether there was any deeper meaning here, the door of the barracks finally opened.

Several ascetics walked into the snow with their bare feet and slightly lowered bodies, and behind them, seven deformed and ugly servants of God slowly walked out.

Sherlock's eyes swept over the fingers and lips of these people, confirming that these people did not eat too much for breakfast. They just ate slowly and leisurely as usual, and did not care about how many people were waiting. They, and judging from their attitude of turning a blind eye to the soldiers outside the barracks, it can be guessed that they don't care about this at all. It is estimated that in their eyes, they should be respected by everyone, which is a matter of course.

"I have to say that from a beauty point of view, these people are really unlikable."

Beside, Watson's voice sounded leisurely.

In recent days, the frontline military doctor disliked seeing Sherlock very much, and thanks to the appearance of these divine servants, Watson seemed to have people he disliked even more, so he was finally willing to say a word to Sherlock. .

"Yes." Sherlock nodded: "But so what if they are not lovable. You can't expect a madman to go over and kill them all."

As soon as they said this, the two people were suddenly stunned.

Because they both recalled that night in the ancient Roman city a year ago, the two looked at each other and shook their heads in embarrassment.

Soon, a man in a straight military uniform walked towards those servants of God. It was Lieutenant Millsap who had taken the airship with Sherlock and performed that mission together, but he was still far away from these people. When he was several meters away, he was stopped by an ascetic, as if being too close to the servant of the Holy Light was an offense.

Next, although Captain Millsap did not kowtow to the servants of God, he showed great respect and simply asked if it was okay to set off. One of the servants of God seemed to nod, so The newly promoted officer turned and left, making a military gesture to the people around him.

Finally, in the severe cold, countless steam turbines idled for half an hour, and countless soldiers waited quietly for half an hour. The team finally embarked on the journey that should have started long ago.

The cold wind, heavy snow, and the endless white majestic scenery are not unfamiliar to the soldiers on the front line. Then they looked at the dark marching team in front, and their feet were cracked by the heavy wheel marks. With such a thick layer of ice, no matter how indifferent his personality is, he will inevitably give birth to a sense of ambition.

The roar of those chariots is slow and long, representing the collective strength of all mankind. The heat emitted by the surrounding steam mixes with the cold wind, and the tiny water droplets condensed into it are like charming wine, but there is only the excitement after drinking, but No drunken dreams.

This is not a dream, the decisive battle between humans and demons is about to begin, and I am a witness to this glorious history, and even a member of this magnificent battle. This is acceptable to any soldier. Written on an epitaph for future generations to admire and remember.

As a result, 300 years of peace have become like melting ice and snow in an instant, and the murderous intention accumulated for 300 years burst out wantonly in the hearts of these frontline soldiers, like a surging tide, like a strong wind passing through a canyon, like a mountain burning in the forest. Fire, no one can stop it.

but

When the time came to one o'clock in the afternoon, the team that had just embarked on the journey suddenly stopped moving forward.

"What??" Captain Millsap looked at the ascetic in front of him with an incredulous look. He hesitated for a long time before finally repeating: "Are there some bumps?"

"Yes." The ascetic replied expressionlessly: "The shock absorption function of your car is extremely poor. It is very uncomfortable to sit on. The Lord Servant of God doesn't like it very much."