Sherlock Holmes

These servants of God invited from the Temple of Holy Light all have varying degrees of disability or deformity. If their noble status is ignored and just look at these twisted bodies, then these guys will be in the society. Undoubtedly, he is the kind of disabled person who deserves the most sympathy. Even if he is lying on the street begging, he can use his twisted body to get more points than other homeless people.

If such a person rides in a vehicle, it will definitely be very uncomfortable due to the bumps. In addition, 99.9% of the vehicles in the frontline theater of Redecker Strait are military vehicles with strong armor, and because of the severe cold and battle, Among them, those useless springs will wear out very quickly, resulting in these cars never being equipped with any shock absorption system.

In short, it is reasonable for the servants of God to feel unhappy about this.

Second Lieutenant Millsap said to himself like this, with a somewhat kind apology on his face: "I'm really sorry, but please, sir, please try your best to overcome it."

"Overcome?" The ascetic in front of him frowned. In such a cold place, this ascetic was still wearing a simple linen robe, and his feet were just stepping on the ice and snow. Judging from speculation, this ascetic The person should be a second-level, or at least a first-level contractor, and the reason why he is still wearing such simple clothes in such an extreme environment is of course not because he is showing off his physical strength, but because he is showing his ability to The pious respect of the servants of God also shows their own humility.

No matter what era or religion, this kind of ascetic monks are not uncommon. Because they have no money, career, connections or other skills, they can only torture their own bodies and humble themselves. position to demonstrate piety.

But even though he was humble, he was also humble towards the Holy Light and the servants of God. When facing the imperial officer in front of him, the ascetic raised his head slightly and said sternly but doubtfully:

“How do you want the respected servants of God to overcome this?

How long do you want the servants of God to overcome?

Are you just going to keep overcoming it until the end of this expedition? "

Millsap thought to himself, "Yes, that's what I meant. It's just bumps. It's bumpy, so I'm used to it."

However, before he could think of how to express his meaning euphemistically, the tone of the ascetic in front of him changed from harsh to reprimand:

"The bodies of the servants of God are very fragile, so do you know why they become like this?

That is because of serving the Holy Light. From a doctrinal point of view, this body is a blessing from the Holy Light. At the same time, the Holy Light is the greatest reliance for human beings to survive. Therefore, the bodies of the servants of God are also for the benefit of all mankind. To survive and become like this.

That is a sacred body, a body worthy of respect.

Now, the servants of God are tired and feel sore from the bumps, but you let them overcome it?

How could you say such a thing?

Don’t you know that what the servants of God want to do when they come to the front line is to bring the shining of the holy light to this land? If you are unable to guide the Holy Light due to fatigue along the way, can you shoulder this responsibility? "

"Uh" Millsap was a little speechless for a moment. The human expedition must be carried out under the shroud of holy light, so no one can definitely bear this responsibility. After a while, he finally asked apologetically: "I don't know. What do these servants of God mean?"

"Rest where we are and change the vehicle we are traveling in."

"Huh???" Millsap was startled and quickly explained: "But... almost all the cars in the frontline theaters look like this. Even if they are replaced, there will be no difference."

"Then find a way to make it more comfortable!" the ascetic said slightly angrily, and then left without listening to the other party's other explanation.

During this time, the sun had already set on the other side of the mountain. The golden sunset that had lasted for several months had disappeared, replaced by an empty deep blue sky and clearly visible stars. The team had stayed in place for a while. After many hours, Sherlock finally couldn't bear the loneliness and came to Millsap's motorcade.

"So, are you going to really modify a few armored vehicles to look like what they want?" Sherlock's expression was a little gloomy: "And... put a sofa in the car?"

His tone was filled with some absurd and incredible feeling.

In most cases, this kind of emotion is brought to others by him, but the absurdity that Sherlock makes people feel usually has a sense of shock. During the march, using the soldiers' cotton-padded clothes and quilts Sewing a sofa and stuffing it into an armored vehicle is ridiculous, but it exudes a sense of ridiculousness.

"Then what can we do? The military left these servants of God in our convoy just to serve them well." Millsap sighed. He probably was still hinting to himself that he would ensure that God The comfort level of the servants along the way is also an important part of laying the holy light. Everything they do is for the victory of the expedition and for the future of mankind.

This kind of self-persuasion was extremely efficient. After all, the whole thing looked like this, so he readily accepted these seemingly unreasonable requests from the servants of God.

For example, you may take a sudden break anytime and anywhere, such as adjusting the marching speed of the team, such as preparing meals according to their eating habits, etc.

And just yesterday morning, a servant of God wanted to eat fresh green beans, but on the front line, fresh supplies must only be available in military bases. The troops traveling far away only had canned food, and he was talking to an accompanying ascetic. After a period of explanation, Captain Millsap had to compromise again and sent a team of three people to quickly return to the base and then return to the team.

During the temporary repairs, in a temporary barracks, Sherlock and Nightingale sat at a table, eating simple food. Due to the deflection of the sun and its continuous movement towards the south, the area where they were located was affected. The light is getting dimmer, and even lamps need to be lit in the room.

Fortunately, in this team, most of the military people are very familiar with Sherlock. As the leader of the entire frontline medical team, Nightingale does not have to worry about anyone nagging behind the scenes. The most important thing is, there are no such nonsense. reporter, which made both her and Sherlock feel more relaxed.

"To be honest, I'm really curious about how those servants of God brought the Holy Light to this continent." Nightingale stirred a cup of inferior coffee in front of her and thought thoughtfully: "What if Just like the legend, if you carry a small box containing holy light, then why do you have to have the servants of God come in person? You can't send this kind of box to the major military areas, and then let the soldiers bury it underground along the way. What?"

"Of course not." Sherlock muttered feebly: "Even the ammunition on the front line needs to be transported by the military in person, and it is impossible for the cargo ships along the strait to transport it privately, let alone the Holy Light.

Besides, the role of the Holy Light is not only to isolate demons, but more importantly, to give the frontline soldiers a kind of psychological sustenance. I can imagine that our advance troops are definitely thousands of kilometers away now. We have encountered countless bloody battles. From beginning to end, the newspapers we read and the news we got were all about the bright future of mankind and what the final results of this expedition will be.

But no one has ever said how many people will die and how much blood will be left.

Because this number must have reached an extremely terrifying level. Speaking of it will even shake the morale of the military. Then, the arrival of the servants of God is to suppress the psychological pressure that death brings to the frontline soldiers. Just like before the war, if the military region If the leader personally practices it for the soldiers, then the morale of this battle will definitely be higher than doing nothing. "

Nightingale looked at the black liquid in the cup silently. Even though she had seen many deaths, her heart was still extremely heavy when she thought that soldiers of the empire were dying every minute and every second. , those warriors must have been thinking in their hearts before they died, that somewhere not far away, a certain servant of God was bringing the omnipotent holy light to the battlefield where they had fought. One's own death should also have some attribute of glory.

But those soldiers would never have imagined that the Holy Light Temple had actually sent only seven divine servants to the front line. Moreover, after so many days, they had actually only moved a few dozen kilometers forward.

What's even more unexpected is that they are riding in a car with a sofa, and every day they will pose various problems to the accompanying team because of food or some strange reasons.

Well, these people are servants of God after all. They deserve better treatment.

Just thinking of those dead soldiers made Nightingale feel very depressed and sad. She took several sips of coffee, but there was no relief.

And just then.

There seemed to be some movement outside the door of the barracks. Sherlock frowned, stood up and walked outside the room. When he opened the door, he saw several soldiers carrying a stretcher not far away, hurriedly rushing towards this side. .

There was a person lying on the stretcher they were carrying. One hand had been severed from the forearm. The red and white flesh and bones were clearly visible. The top of the fracture was tied with a tape, but the blood was still flowing. It flowed outward. In order to relieve the man's pain, some soldiers kept covering his arms with snow. However, the weak growl continued, which made people's hearts tremble. They didn't know whether it was due to blood loss or the cold. Yes, this man was already a little blue, and he was shivering constantly.

"What's going on?" Sherlock asked.

"I encountered several demons that suddenly appeared, and my arm was accidentally bitten off." A soldier said.

This sentence will make people feel contradictory. Although this is a frontline medical team, the accompanying soldiers are not idiots. Even if a void crack suddenly opens in front of someone, the demon inside will come out. In the blink of an eye, he was probably beaten into pieces. How could someone have his arm bitten off?

Therefore, Sherlock knew almost instantly that this person should be one of the three-person team that returned to the 404 War Zone the day before yesterday to pick up fresh ingredients.

Also because of the noise, Nightingale also walked out of the barracks. The moment she saw the soldier on the stretcher, she immediately dropped the coffee cup in her hand on the ground and drank it without thinking. come over.

"How long have you been injured? Where is your hand?!" Facing the injured person, she did not ask about the cause and effect, but directly asked two important questions related to treatment.

"It's been almost two hours since my hand was chewed by a demon."

Nightingale's ability can only repair injuries, but it cannot regenerate a severed limb. If the just-cut arm is applied to the severed limb, and the cut-off part has not yet suffered from blood loss and necrosis, there is a slight chance of regenerating it. It's healed, but it's useless to say anything now: "We don't want to disturb you, but the injury is a bit urgent, and we have just returned to camp."

"Excuse me?" Nightingale interrupted the other party angrily. This was her rare display of anger: "This person is injured! I am the head of the frontline medical team. What do you think I am? I need to hang up." Sculpture or vase on the wall?!”

While scolding, she placed her hand on the injured person's severed limb. Within a few seconds, the broken area began to slowly heal, and the weak moans caused by pain and blood loss finally subsided a little. Gradually, the person on the stretcher closed his eyes. The torment of these few hours had already caused him to lose all his physical strength. He was only passively staying awake due to the severe pain and constant torture. Now the pain is relieved. He almost passed out immediately.

The arm had healed, and the section was covered with new flesh and skin. It didn't look ferocious, but it looked so miserable.

"Bring him in and prepare some hot water and painkillers. He will have phantom limb pain when he wakes up later."

Nightingale ordered the accompanying people to carry the soldier into the barracks. Sherlock suddenly discovered that Nightingale seemed to always subconsciously show a strong character during the treatment process, which was different from her. His usually gentle and even shy demeanor formed a certain contrast.

Normally, Sherlock would definitely smile knowingly when he thought of this.

But at this moment, he did not smile, but looked calmly at a scout not far away who was talking to an ascetic.

He also had some injuries on his body. He probably went back to camp with the soldier just now.

"What? Didn't you bring fresh ingredients?"

"It's not normal to encounter demons. Don't you always emphasize that this is a battlefield?"

"Of course, I understand that you will get injured when fighting demons, and I feel sorry for the soldier who lost his arm just now, but... where is Aomame?"

"Oh, in that case, it would be nice to send some more people back to get it, but be quick, you have already been delayed for a long time."

These words came to Shylock's ears word by word. He looked at the ascetic, and then at a neatly built barracks in the distance. His sight seemed to be able to penetrate the curtains. The few servants of God who arrived inside were waiting for fresh ingredients.

He knew that he was not angry and had no reason to be angry. Just as the ascetic said, this was a battlefield and it was normal to encounter demons. As a soldier of the human expeditionary force, he was bitten off by a demon. One arm seems to be very common. As for the servants of God, it seems reasonable that they want to eat some fresh ingredients.

So, Sherlock was silent for a while and walked towards the ascetic not far away.