Human beings can only believe in what they understand, so rationality itself is actually just a very subjective thing, which leads to the fact that when a person is confronted with something that he cannot understand, the more rational the person, the more hysterical he will be.

For example, Ensign Millsap, who was now standing on the stage, under normal circumstances, he should not question any orders of the chief at all, and when facing the Baskervilles, he did not dare to speak loudly, or even make any eye contact with the other party.

But at this time, he stood there and kept shouting, as if he still wanted to find some loopholes to prove that everything the other party said was false.

Shylock. Sherlock Holmes, it took five months to break through the limit of a first-order contractor?

He used that machine to complete the contract process of the wild demon 271 times, and in two months?

He has a third-order archdemon?

He had a fight with the Baskervilles. And the strength is comparable?

Ensign Millsap had always wanted to know what kind of man that guy named Sherlock was, but now that the answer had been told to him, he didn't believe it.

Logically, this is a bit ridiculous.

Fortunately, the Victor scout standing in the background has already been mentally prepared, although he was still shocked by these words, but compared to others, he was the fastest to come back to his senses, and hurriedly walked on the stage and put his captain back to the backstage, leaving only the bottom of the stands, those military officials who stared at each other, one by one sat in their seats in shock, wondering, wondering, thinking about the empire, when did such a terrible guy appear, and how much did the military spend to invite this kind of person over?

At this time, Sherlock, who was sitting in the corner of the venue, was actually the most innocent and helpless. Fortunately, when he entered the conference room, Professor George Sr. didn't rush him to the front of the stage to introduce him to everyone, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to estimate that hundreds of pairs of eyes in the entire venue would be focused on him.

But what's going on, although I have long guessed that the old foxes of the government have deceived themselves must be more than just compiling a textbook, but why did they suddenly give themselves a task to go to the front line?

Why is this task carried out by two squadrons?

Why does one of the squadrons have to be the person in charge?

Most importantly, why should General Patton, who gave this order, be sure that he would agree to carry it out? I'm not a soldier myself.

The closing speech of the award ceremony was canceled, and after 10 minutes, it ended in a hurry, and the soldiers who participated in the task of compiling the teaching materials did not all take the stage to greet the applause of the officers and heads of the various theaters, and returned to their rooms early to pack their bags, because they were going to board the special theater train to the front line early tomorrow morning.

Sherlock didn't rush to leave, he sat in the corner of the venue until everyone was clear, and then he got up and walked out of the venue, and along the way, he kept analyzing the reason for this sudden mission.

In fact, all this is not difficult to think, and even he expected it.

As I have emphasized before, the reason why the horn of this counteroffensive can be sounded is because the wild demons can control the experiment, but these demons are the absolute enemies that the frontline fighters have been fighting bravely against for a long time, fighting to the death, and now suddenly tell them that these things are about to become weapons in the hands of each of you.

This kind of change in thinking is certainly not something that can be done with a few simple words, and even in the process of putting the soul visual device on the front line, there are many people who are extremely resistant to it, especially those veteran soldiers who have fought on the battlefield for decades, and they fundamentally feel that it is ridiculous to spend precious training time on this machine that has been moved from nowhere.

Moreover, they did not believe that a group of contractors could be mass-produced with a single machine, and even if they did, it would be a bunch of waste who only knew how to swing their limbs slowly, and would not help the war at all.

In the past few hundred years of war, this kind of thinking has been deeply ingrained in the bones of a large number of soldiers, and this has had a considerable negative impact on the popularization of new combat power on the front line.

Part of the reason is that, to this day, no one has been able to truly demonstrate how powerful this machine really is, and what kind of changes it can bring to the situation on the front line. Therefore, at this juncture, the most important and urgent, in addition to speeding up the rate of production of the wild demon masters, is also the urgent need for the most direct and naked battle to wash away all those old school and resistant ideas like a huge wave through a mud stream.

And Sherlock is obviously the perfect person for this link.

Once back in the room, Sherlock lay on his bed and waited quietly, believing that soon, someone would come and explain the specifics of the mission.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a knock on the door.

Sherlock walked over and opened the door.

To some surprise, standing outside the door was Second Lieutenant Millsap and a large number of familiar faces, including Victor Scout, the soldier who had spoken coldly to him at the reception, and a few people who had a great opinion of him during the training.

And behind these people, there are hula la, that group of more than forty test takers all came, this formation almost filled the entire corridor, and these people all wore straight military uniforms one by one, looking imposing.

Sherlock couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, these people suddenly knocked on his door at this time, there were only two possibilities.

The first is that the temperament has not disappeared, and I want to come over and beat myself to vent my anger, so all the 40 or so people are dispatched, in order to fight to the death with myself.

But after the commendation meeting just now, this possibility should not be very likely.

So are they.

As soon as I thought of this, I saw that Ensign Millsap in front of him didn't say hello at all, but suddenly made a 90-degree bow, and his scalp rubbed against the air and made a 'whew' sound.

"Mr. Holmes, I apologize to you for all my words and deeds before! I'm sorry! ”

He said bluntly, in fact, that loud voice should not be called 'speaking', it is simply a roar.

And with his words, a group of people in the rear instantly brushed in unison, hula, and bowed together in an extremely neat pace.

"I'm sorry!"

The sound was so uniform that the windows in the hotel hallway rattled.

Sherlock looked at the scene in front of him, and was a little stunned for a while, his personality is actually a little strange, if you really find 40 people with machetes and guns to come to him desperately, he thinks it's nothing, then let these people get their wish.

But I asked this big ticket person to come over and apologize to myself, and he was not tactful at all, so he didn't give face in the most direct and undisguised way, slapping his face and shouting 'I'm sorry'!

This. Belch. Sherlock was a little embarrassed for a while, and he was a little puzzled, even if these people found out that they had misunderstood themselves, it wouldn't be such a big formation, find a time, invite yourself out for a treat, and send a few blues, isn't it just that soldiers are the proudest, how can they be so frank when they apologize and admit their mistakes, and they don't even explain for themselves?

And in the next second, Ensign Millsap in front of him continued to maintain a bowing posture and continued:

Or it can be called the 'supplication' of the way:

"Mr. Holmes, please forgive us for our previous disrespect.

If you are unhappy, we will beat, scold, admit punishment, no complaints, and return to our respective war zones, we will take the initiative to ask each of us to be locked up in a small black room for a week!

But this mission to retake the outpost is to lead us to victory! ”

Victory??

How can the word 'victory' come up with a mission to clean up the demons of the outpost, and it is not an exam or competition?

As soon as the second lieutenant's words fell, the Victor scout behind immediately added:

"Just now, the superior commander gave a death order to take this mission at all costs.

Because, if we win.

Your Excellency Nightingale, you are staying in our camp."

(End of chapter)