It's hard to imagine that George. What a psychological shock Romanes's words caused to the stalking soldier, but in fact, Professor George Sr. was not entirely right.

He thought that Sherlock had established a contract with a demon in that experiment, and that he would defeat the previous demon; Because at the beginning, his teacher, Professor Darwin, was like this, in order to establish a contract with wild demons, he could only gradually distance himself from his own demons, and this phenomenon may be caused by the upper limit of human mental capacity.

But he didn't expect that Sherlock didn't abandon any of the demons at all, he just signed a contract with all those demons very directly, and didn't let any of them go.

In other words, if he wanted to now, he could summon all the demons in that large number, and of course, these are not counting the ones he had raised in hell in the first place.

In fact, if you really show your full strength now, then there must be at least more than 400 first-order demons, 110 second-order demons, and Crimson, a third-order demon.

At this level of quantity, it can already be regarded as a small magic tide.

However, among these demons, the strongest combat power is still [Crimson], although there are many demons of other levels, but after seeing the weapons of mass destruction that the army has on the frontline battlefield, Sherlock deeply realized that in some cases, the number is really just a number.

For example, those small demons in the first stage may appear dozens of them at one time in the inner city of the empire, which will cause great harm to the entire city; However, on the front line, in fact, there is no essential difference between a wave of dozens and a wave of hundreds, the former is done with one shot, and the latter is done with several more guns, and this situation is not necessary to report to the higher authorities on the front line in the combat readiness area.

At this time, the lobby of the hotel was already full of people.

More precisely, it is the soldiers, they gather together with each other, more than a dozen groups, it is very clear that they all belong to different groups, although it is a commendation meeting, but because most of the participants remain serious and silent, so the whole venue seems too solemn, only some senior military officials sit at the table, chatting with each other in a very small voice, although they can't hear the content clearly, but from that look can be seen, they are in an extremely good mood.

In fact, long before the airship landed, officers from various theaters had already rushed to this hotel overnight, in order to get the news about the progress of the new teaching materials as soon as possible.

The control of wild demons is the most important factor for human beings to dare to attack the gates of hell, so a set of practical guidelines for the control of wild demons is the key premise for the popularization of this epoch-making technology, no gunpowder, no need for combat transport, only those instruments on the back line, you can turn wild demons into weapons for human use, and the contractors who were originally regarded as treasures by the war zone can now be produced in large quantities.

Although the controller of the wild demon is not as powerful as the real contractor, and there is no room for promotion, under the huge base, it is still an unprecedented terrifying increase for the combat power of the entire human race.

And, according to the head of the mission, George. According to Professor Romanis's assessment, the new textbook has been a success, and it is roughly estimated that it will increase the efficiency of controlling wild demons by at least 50%.

Least! 50%！！

This result was greatly unexpected by the military, and it can even be called incredible!

If this is really the case, then this huge leap in efficiency is undoubtedly a large dose of booster for the soldiers on the front line during this period, and the participants of this mission are undoubtedly worthy of a very large-scale commendation conference, and those young soldiers who have been screened out deserve respect and glory.

Soon, the meeting began.

There are no flowery rhetoric, and there is no time-wasting opening speech, and on the military front, there is a vigorous and resolute style of doing things everywhere, and even the commendation meeting for conferring honors is still the same, but the representatives from various theaters who are sitting in the audience have already shown that the military has attached great importance to the compilation of this teaching material has reached an extremely high level.

"Next, Second Lieutenant Millsap, the leader of the 15th Squadron of the Front Vanguard Army, will accept the Contribution Medal on behalf of all the personnel of this experimental team."

Everyone involved in the mission received a first-class meritorious service, a medal for outstanding service, and even a month-long sabbatical, and the burly Cult soldier was elected to take the stage on behalf of the participants in the mission. He will use the simplest, but most straightforward speech, to express their pride in the success of this experiment; Be proud to have contributed to the victory of this great war; Be proud of the hardships you have endured along the way.

Of course, in the last vignette, he will be very 'curious' to ask what kind of character Mr. Sherlock is who has squeezed them all the way.

Backstage, Second Lieutenant Millsap straightened his uniform and was about to step up to the stage.

Abrupt.

"Captain!"

"Captain !!"

A voice came from behind, and then the messenger named Victor, who was covered in sweat, rushed over in a hurry, and grabbed the other man's military uniform.

"What's wrong?" Second Lieutenant Millsap asked in confusion.

Victor didn't care to wipe the sweat on his forehead, in fact, according to his physical fitness, such a little distance would definitely not sweat, most of these sweats were in a hurry, he stared, looked at the other party very solemnly and said:

"Let's go on stage, come down after wearing the medal, don't talk too much."

Second Lieutenant Millsap frowned, a question mark in his head, and finally held out one: "Huh?? ”

"Those grievances on the airship, let's just take it, don't provoke that guy named Sherlock."

Victor's tone became more and more solemn, and there was even some warning in his captain's eyes, but Second Lieutenant Millsap obviously couldn't understand why the other party did this, obviously on the airship, he was the most cheerful group of people called:

"I don't understand what you mean, that's it?!"

"yes, that's it!" His response was resolute, and the sound of land acquisition shook the other soldiers next to him, and they were silent not knowing what to say. Before he could explain, the presiding officer of the award ceremony in front of him saw that no one was on the stage, so he repeated the name of Second Lieutenant Millsap again.

As a soldier of the Holy Cult Army, of course, it is impossible to make so many generals in the audience wait for too long, so he can only walk up to the stage with doubts, and in the process of these few steps, he heard Victor's almost pleading shout behind him, looking at the posture, if there were no people around him, it is estimated that he would rush to the stage with him:

"Forget it, let's leave it at that!"

The award ceremony was extremely simple, but the honor was such a thing, and it never cared about the ethereal process, and when the medal was worn on his chest, an elderly division commander at the front line patted Millsap on the shoulder with a smile, and said to him with a smile: 'Come on, you will be promoted to captain at the end of the year', all the effort and effort seemed so worthwhile.

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

The teacher asked with a smile, and in his gaze he could see the most straightforward appreciation for the young officer, and at this time, it seemed that as long as he did not make too many demands, he would be satisfied.

Second Lieutenant Millsap's gaze subconsciously looked into the audience, and then he saw the guy named Sherlock Holmes sitting in the corner.

At this time, he was sitting in George. Next to Professor Romanes, the two seemed to be chatting about something.

He thought of the years he had spent on the airship, the ruthless slander and oppression, the hypocritical and irresponsible rhetoric, and the boring coffee cup that had been stirring up for several afternoons, and was about to open his mouth to say something, but Victor's strange warning came back to his ears, and he was about to say it.

After hesitating for two seconds, it fell into the eyes of the other people in the room, and it was natural to be in a state of being a little dizzy when their brains were filled with glory, and some of the officers thought of their young days, when they were first awarded the first-class merit, they seemed to be so dizzy, and they didn't know what to say at all, and they suddenly became more and more fond of the Holy Sect soldier on the stage.

"Haha, I understand your current mood, in fact, you don't need to say anything, the most important thing for a soldier is to prove his loyalty to mankind with practical actions."

The teacher said with a smile, patting the other person's shoulder again, signaling that he could go down.

And with such a shot, Ensign Millsap came back to his senses, and he felt that he was really thinking too much, and he just wanted to say Sherlock according to the original plan. Sherlock Holmes when the name.

"So, this ritual is over, right?"

A voice with no emotion sounded from under the stands, not too big, but at this time, it suddenly interrupted the process of the commendation meeting, then this voice was extremely abrupt.

Everyone looked in that direction, but they didn't really have to look over, because they only had to listen to the voice, and everyone knew who it was, and there was no second person on the front line who dared to speak so carelessly.

So, everyone watched as the Baskerville commander walked to the stage without anyone answering.

This 30-year-old major officer is an absolute outlier on the front line, there is not much high military position, and there is no unshakable backstage, and he doesn't even have parents, relatives or friends, it is completely by virtue of that incredible personal combat effectiveness that makes him the only executor of certain tasks, which also leads to the fact that this person himself has considerable strategic value, unless he really violates military discipline, no one wants to touch his brow.

"This is a commendation meeting, not a place to mess around!" When the teacher saw Baskerville coming to the stage, he couldn't help but be annoyed, and shouted: "Get out of here for me, or you will be locked up for another month!" ”

Imperial soldiers pay attention to discipline, although this guy is a personal strategic killer, but it is impossible for him to be really lawless, and Baskerville is obviously very aware of this, so for some people, he still maintains a certain respect, otherwise he would have been sent to a military tribunal a long time ago, and finally ended up with a shot and jumped.

But this time, he didn't listen to the teacher's lecture, but bowed slightly, apologized, and then said:

"I'm here to read out a military transfer directive from the commander-in-chief of the front——— General Patton."

“.”

There were some chaotic voices in the audience, because no one seemed to have heard of anything important on the front line, there was no magic tide coming, and there were no important battles that caused a large number of casualties, why was there suddenly a military transfer?

However, although Baskerville had some personality problems, he certainly did not pass on military orders, so the whole hall fell silent immediately after a short noise.

Baskerville also spoke slowly:

"Two months ago, a reconnaissance battalion on the front line was attacked by a group of large demons, the position was lost on the spot, and all the soldiers died, and to this day, it is still in a state of fall.

General Patton's military order was that two combat squadrons would be sent in two days to recapture the fallen camp. ”

Hearing this, the people on the field frowned and looked at each other, because this military order didn't seem to have much to do with the rear line at all, if you want to recapture the camp, then go to the vanguard army to transfer people, what are you doing here? And it doesn't sound like an urgent situation, after all, the frontline outpost has been falling for two months, and if it is a key position, it is impossible to drag on for so long.

But then, Baskerville on the stage solved these doubts:

"And one of the teams of this mission, General Patton clearly designated, requiring all members of the writing team of the "Wild Demon Control Guide" to participate in this time, 45 people, no one is missing.

As for the team leader, it is still headed by Sherlock. Mr. Holmes served as Mr. Holmes. ”

“.”

“.？？”

“.！！！”

solved a doubt, but at the same time, he threw another doubt on everyone's face mercilessly, so that the military officials and soldiers on the back line all felt that there was something wrong with today's weather, whether the sun had not set for too long, and they were confused by the messy biological clock and started daydreaming.

A mission team that had traveled a long distance had just gotten off the airship and had just taken the Medal of Honor, so why was it suddenly going to be transferred to the front line?

Well, as a soldier, there is an order on the front line, so it is natural to carry it out, which is understandable, but why is the head of the team still the same Sherlock. Sherlock holmes.

He's not from the military!

Moreover, isn't he an academic who has made great achievements in demon control, so what's the use of him to recapture the frontline outpost?

On the stage, the shocked look on the face of Second Lieutenant Millsap was more vivid than that of everyone in the audience, he did not understand the content of this military order at all, and the question mark in his mind was about to explode, and he blurted out for a while:

"That guy or the person in charge? Why is he?! ”

There were more than two hundred people under the high platform, so he didn't worry about what would happen to the ruthless man of Baskerville, and it was indeed a bit incredible, so he asked with a glare.

"Why?" Baskerville calmly responded: "With his ability to carry out front-line missions. ”

"What strength can he have? He is not a soldier of the Holy Cult Army, nor is he a government army, he has never even been to the front line, he does not understand combat command, he does not understand the equipment of the battle team, he has not even heard the most basic tactical lectures! ”

"That's why he's only on an outpost recapture mission." Baskerville's tone was still calm: "There is no need for tactical command, no need for responsible tactical coordination, just need to reach the designated position and clean up all the remaining demons there." ”

"That's not going to work either! He hasn't been on the battlefield at all, we're going to take this guy to kill the devil, who is dead? Do you have to take the time to keep this guy safe? ”

Second Lieutenant Millsap argued that although he didn't mind Sherlock Gaba dying on the front line at all, he didn't think that General Patton, who had been stationed in the Redk Strait for decades, would give such a task.

After hearing his questioning, Baskerville turned his head slightly and glanced at the other party with expressionless eyes:

"You say. Do you want to protect him?

Hehe~"

The bloodthirsty and civilized front-line officer chuckled inexplicably, and the muscles on his face twitched incongruously:

"Sherlock. Sherlock holmes.

At the age of 32, he became a contractor.

Five months after the canonization ceremony, he was promoted to the rank of second-class contractor.

In January of the following year, one person completed all the output data of the entire wild demon controllable experiment.

As of today, the number of recorded demonic contracts is 271.

The level is second-order, but it has already signed a contract with a wild third-order archdemon.

Of course, this is only a part of his file, and there are some things that you are not qualified to know with the rank of a second lieutenant.

Estimated individual combat strength"

Speaking of this, Baskerville's tone paused abruptly, and then continued:

"The strength of individual combat is comparable to mine.

Such a person, you say, you want to be distracted to protect him? ”

Baskerville didn't know Sherlock very well, but the commander had taken a keen interest in him since he was defeated on that snowy field last winter, so he looked up a lot of information about Sherlock as a front-line military officer, and somehow remembered it all after reading it once.

Of course, Baskerville still didn't like the other party, but hearing a second lieutenant say that he needed to protect Sherlock made him feel a little uncomfortable.

As for the words he just said.

Sentence by sentence, it was like an air-dropped deflagration bomb falling from the clouds, and it smashed firmly on the head of the second lieutenant officer in front of him, making him feel that his head was dizzy, his ears were shocked as if they were exploding in a roar, his body began to tremble, his legs were a little weak, and no one pushed him, but he still staggered back, and quickly adjusted his posture, so that he could barely stand firmly.

However, as a front-line soldier, his strong willpower allowed him to maintain his reason in front of the most unreasonable person, and he did not believe what he heard, even if it came from the mouth of Baskerville, so at this moment, he keenly caught a loophole in the other party's words:

"No, he has not been evaluated in combat, why can it be said that his individual combat ability is comparable to yours!"

The Baskervilles looked at each other as if they were looking at fools, and calmly replied:

"Because I fought him, of course."

It's 5,400 words, so let's get a ticket

(End of chapter)