No one introduced it, let alone whispered the name, but the atmosphere around him changed instantly, and Sherlock knew very well that the veteran in front of him was Major General Ulysses.

In the empire, all officers at or above the school level will basically have an extremely good home, sitting in the command headquarters, or enjoying the highest treatment and respect in the army in a certain logistics department, mixing to the age of retirement, and returning to their hometown to recuperate.

There is no need to doubt whether those colonel-level officers have the ability to deploy and command, because except for civilian officers, most of the people who have climbed to this position by virtue of their military achievements are the leaders of an important battle, and it is impossible for a soldier who can only kill the enemy on the battlefield to be promoted to major by virtue of the weight of demonic blood on his hands.

But in the history of the Holy Saints, there are two extremes.

The first is that 33 years ago, the incredible sword that pierced half of the Antarctic continent and went straight to the gates of hell to shake the entire war.

The second is the integrated assault battalion led by Major General Ulysses, the 50 undead soldiers who seem to never tire and will never fall.

In fact, if you calculate it, Baskerville should also have the honor of becoming a colonel-level officer, but this person's honor has almost been erased for all kinds of unthinkable reasons.

For example, during a coalition mission, he killed Red Eye and killed two friendly demons uncontrollably, causing his contractor to suffer a huge backlash and spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

For example, one night, a civilian who heard a cough while smoking a cigarette looked at the brand of the other party's cigarettes, and discounted more than a dozen bones on his body, and only after rescue did he pick up a life.

In addition, there are also contradicting superiors, disobeying the deployment, acting without authorization during the mission, forcing subordinate soldiers to devour demonic flesh, beating friendly soldiers contract demons, etc., in short, now that guy is just barely maintaining a level where he will not be sent to a military court.

Speaking back to Major General Ulysses in front of him, in fact, from a distance, this veteran does not look like an officer, and even among the soldiers, he is the one who is the most unkempt, the most undisciplined, and the most undignified, I have to describe that he is like a homeless wanderer wandering on the battlefield.

The gray messy hair is like a clump of hay, as if it has long been integrated with the white snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the face of chilblains that has healed and recurred many times makes him look particularly pitiful, and he can only vaguely see that there is still the appearance of the oldest style of military uniform back then, but it is such a person, standing needs the support of foreign objects, but it is still like the most simple sword hidden in the sheath, and the spear full of frozen rust is attached to each other, revealing a stoic calm, but murderous texture.

A major general who relied on the corpses of demons, a veteran who was over 50 years old and still unwilling to leave the battlefield.

After fighting for a lifetime, then there is only one way to continue fighting, because if you don't fight, you won't be able to do anything, and such people have long been unable to survive in a normal society, so there has always been only one destination for veterans, that is, to die on the battlefield.

"Is that you?"

After looking at each other for a few minutes, he didn't know how the other party's pale pupils could see this scene clearly, in short, he asked in a deep voice.

Second Lieutenant Millsap immediately stepped out of the ranks, tapped his left chest hard, and signaled to the veteran in front of him with the most standard Imperial military salute:

"Report sir! It's us! ”

This is an extremely strange scene, two groups of people who are going to compete together on the battlefield tomorrow meet, but there is no part of shouting, ridiculing or ridiculing each other, but one side wants to show the most sincere respect to the other, because the person who looks more than ten years older than his actual age is a major general.

"Fight hard tomorrow, fight with the strength of milk, although you will lose, but don't lose the face of the front-line soldiers!" Major General Ulysses said calmly.

As soon as the words fell

Probably hearing the voice of talking, out of the barracks behind him came a veteran who seemed to be older than Major General Ulysses, not tall, with a face full of furrows and folds, no hair, but a snow-white beard that was extremely thick, and a body of strong muscles that did not match the withered skin at all, and in such a cold environment, he was wearing only a single coat, which made him look like an iron lump exposed in the cold wind.

This person was carrying a wine bottle in his hand at this time, his face was flushed with drinking, and when he saw a group of people standing not far away, he immediately understood what was going on, and laughed loudly: "

Haha, it seems that you and the so-called guinea pigs who have controlled the wild demons have not met for a while, and I will tell you for me, saying that I hope they will not be eaten by their own demons due to some unexpected situation that suddenly appears. ”

The voice is hearty and loud, but it is extremely harsh.

What kind of arrogance is it to cheer for tomorrow's opponents, and it is clear that they don't take these elite talents selected by the military in front of them seriously. Moreover, in front of this group of people, he called the group of warriors who passed the wild demon matching experiment 'guinea pigs'.

This is not only disdain for those fighters, but also contempt for the entire wild demon's controllable experiment, from which it can be seen that the entire assault battalion has great resistance to the military's newly demarcated combat ideas.

However, there was silence all around, Millsap's military posture was straight, but his face was slightly red, and a trace of struggle flashed in the eyes of some officers standing behind, this disdain brought the strongest humiliation and anger to these soldiers, but no one dared to refute, or even dare to speak out, because in the army, the subordinates could not contradict the superiors, because the wild demons did not participate in any actual combat, because the other party did have the strength to despise themselves, because tomorrow's mission really can't be beaten.

Therefore, after a few simple words, this group of 40 or so people listened to the commander's lecture with great self-reproach as if they had already lost the battle.

Only Sherlock stood at the edge of the line and listened, pulling the snow on the ground with his toes, thinking about how hard he had spent last year for this experiment, and thinking of the suffering of the soldiers beside him under his hands in the past half a month, and trying to take revenge on himself, but finally standing at the door of his room and apologizing in unison.

It's a bit like the little wildcat you keep under the stairs on Baker Street.

Although he didn't have any feelings, he bought cat food for it after all.

After all, I raised it myself.

Therefore, Sherlock suddenly felt a little itchy in his ears, so he plucked it very unvividly:

"I heard. The lowest rank in the camp is also a major. ”

In such silence, such a voice suddenly sounded, although it was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear and abrupt, and it couldn't help but attract all the attention at once:

"Also, I said you, old man. are all major generals, so isn't it okay to retire and enjoy the blessings?

If you still want to stay on the battlefield, then be an honest soldier.

It's a bit annoying for someone like you to do the work of a front-line soldier while holding down someone else with the title of major general. ”

(End of chapter)