It's hard to imagine how the atmosphere at this moment should be described.

If the scene just now was silent, now it was like silence, the wind stopped at this moment, and some small snow droplets fell from the air, gently and softly sprinkled between Sherlock and the veteran, rolling quietly, as if they wanted to run, but they didn't dare to move.

A chilling sensation slowly rose in the hearts of those around him.

No matter what era it is, the hierarchy in the army is extremely strict, and the superiors have to listen to the lectures, and the subordinates have to listen, even if they are scolded with a blue nose and swollen face, and have no place to be ashamed, then they have to hold their heads high, and the straight commander scolds them until they are 'disbanded'.

So, this sudden interjection!

And he said the title of 'old man' to a major general, which seemed a little bit. The feeling of being tired of being crooked.

……

The short, rock-like old man standing beside Major General Ulysses was also stunned, and then turned his head at a very slow speed, and looked at Sherlock with great confusion.

In the next second, he suddenly shouted:

"What the fuck are you in a war zone! The chief speaks, how can you speak?? ”

It's really hard to understand, how can you have such a good voice at such an age, Sherlock is not close to that, but he also tilts his head, as if he is avoiding those non-existent spittle stars.

With this shout, the veteran also took several strides and headed straight for Sherlock, and in the process, Second Lieutenant Millsap broke out in a nervous sweat.

"Report. This one is." He seemed to want to explain it to Sherlock.

I have to say that it undoubtedly takes great courage for him to dare to speak for Sherlock at this juncture, and it is hard to imagine that this person was still in a posture that was bound to kill Sherlock just a few days ago.

But before he could finish speaking, the veteran raised his arm and pointed at Millsap's nose fiercely: "Shut up! It doesn't matter which war zone, now you are leading the troops, and your subordinates are confronting their superiors, I will clean up this little stray hair first, and then I will clean you up later! ”

After saying that, he glared at Sherlock fiercely, and the smell of alcohol on his body evaporated in the ice and snow along his pores: "Soldier, report your name!" ”

“.” Sherlock tilted his head slightly, one half-squinted, and a shocked expression.

"Didn't you hear me?!" The man continued to roar.

"I heard it~"

"Then why don't you answer?!"

"Because I'm not a soldier."

“？？？”

A few extremely simple conversations suffocated the old guy at once, and the 10,000 words in his stomach couldn't jump out of a word at this moment, and his face was almost sobered up with alcohol:

"No, not a soldier?"

"In the Lower Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes, from Lower London, is just a private detective. He said lightly, and then continued to add at the right time:

"I'm not too competent as a detective, but I know a little bit about the laws of the Empire.

During preparations for war, during military missions, and when there is a clear authority to deploy citizens, the military may require the citizens of the Empire to cooperate with the operation appropriately.

I don't know, what key task you are performing now, you can show me the document of the "Right to Assist in the Temporary Deployment of Citizens", I am a law-abiding citizen, and I promise to cooperate. ”

After more than 30 years on the front line, from the 20-year-old enlistment to the 50-year-old at this time, this veteran has never left the front line, nor has he dealt with any people outside the military, and now a civilian has appeared out of nowhere, and he is like seeing a scarce species with a language barrier for a while.

This is indeed a bit embarrassing, because in the army, you have a higher position and can crush people to death, but if you are a colonel-level officer walking down the street and shouting at a waiter in a café with your epaulettes on, people will only take you for a fool.

After a few seconds of absurd confrontation, the Major General Ulysses behind him finally walked over slowly with a big gun, then patted his old comrade-in-arms on the shoulder, and then looked at Sherlock with a gloomy face: "I don't care who you are, since you are not from the military, someone will naturally take you to the reception office in a while, and you don't have to worry about the affairs here." ”

After speaking, he retracted his gaze, and then casually whispered to Ensign Millsap, who was standing straight: "He was brought by you, I don't care if he is a member of the medical condolence group, or a front-line reporter sent by a newspaper, but to bring non-military personnel to the camp, you have to go through the reception process, fortunately, this is not a big deal, you and your soldiers before dinner, run around the base three times, and return to the team." ”

After saying this, the old lieutenant general turned around and prepared to return to his barracks, in fact, in his opinion, this is not a thing worth caring about, if it weren't for his comrades-in-arms drinking too much, he had to come out and shout a few words, and there would be no such embarrassing scene, so just let the person on the opposite side run a few laps, and this matter will be over.

Second Lieutenant Millsap immediately gave a military salute! Although the other party doesn't want to pursue this matter anymore, it is a good result, but such a large front-line base, if you really have to run three laps before dinner, it is estimated that you will be tired and can't get up, but if you run slowly and can't catch up with the meal, then the barracks will not open a small stove for your group of people alone.

Thinking about it, he was just passing by, but he was humiliated by a commander who drank too much, and he was about to be punished for running in circles, and he was still a little aggrieved in his heart, and even the more than forty soldiers behind him were extremely uncomfortable.

But in the end, no one dared to say anything.

And just as the phrase 'obey' was about to blurt out

"What did they do wrong?" Sherlock's voice suddenly rang out, still in the same light tone, but it was a very obvious question.

Sherlock doesn't know if there's any personality magic in the man, but he always seems to be able to say the most infuriating things when he's up to the most inopportune moments.

"I'm going on a mission with these people tomorrow, can't I be with them now, and I have to go through some kind of reception process?

So what if I can't hear the plan when they lay it out?

And you're tired of letting this big ticket run around the camp now. With such a lot of physical exertion, how can we carry out the mission tomorrow?

That's right, I admit that when it comes to military rank, you are the highest, but you can't bully us honest people like this!

Or is it said.

Are you afraid of losing tomorrow? ”

(End of chapter)