The battlefield is day and night, and the dusk sun, which has shone on the war zone for more than 2,000 hours, with gusts of cold wind, spreads an incomparably brilliant golden curtain on the vast snowfield, if it were not for those shocking craters, and the remains of flesh and blood corpses on the steep slopes in the distance that have not had time to be cleaned up, this picture is enough to be called beautiful.

In the base, a huge armored combat vehicle dragged a more huge black cannon, slowly drove out of the steel gate of the base, several transport vehicles covered with the same black curtain followed, everyone knew that under the curtain, was the high-power war armor specially customized by the Imperial Machinery Institute for the undead army, the wheel imprint passed through the thick layer of snow, showing that these vehicles were incredibly heavy, but in the next second of driving out of the base, the tires more than one person high spun violently, Driving these weapons of war with an astonishing weight jumped out of a distance of several tens of meters in an instant, and galloped towards the battlefield amid the snow raised and the fierce wind that was scrapped.

It was the picture of Major General Ulysses's integrated battalion stepping into the battlefield, and during the whole process, no one shouted any pre-war declarations, let alone any chatter about victory, it was so silent and calm, as in the past few decades, but every veteran who accompanied him, and the snow that splashed on their bodies, showed the solemn and iron-blooded aura of the imperial soldiers.

Second Lieutenant Millsap watched the battalion of only 50 people, but with great momentum blending into the rolling white wind, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, so he turned around silently and signaled to his own team behind him that it was time to set off.

The big war is imminent, and as the commander of the mission, he needs to focus, but his ears have been echoing uncontrollably, the plan of action that Sherlock told him yesterday.

In fact, he couldn't sleep at all last night because of this plan of action, because it was just unbelievable. No, it should be said that it is madness.

But why did he agree to his plan?

Could it be that he followed the other party on the airship for half a month, and he also contracted some kind of disease similar to madness?

37 kilometers away on the west side of the military base of the 404th theater, the snow-capped mountains block the sunset, casting an endless huge shadow on the snowfield, gold, white, black, naked and vivid on the same picture, in this vast expanse, a small transport truck is like a speck that inadvertently falls on the canvas, if it were not for the wind and snow several meters high raised behind, no one would even notice it.

There were only two people in the car, one of them was Scout Sergeant Victor, and the other was Sherlock. And behind the carriage, there is a huge demon tranquilizer container seven or eight meters long.

As for the inside of the container, it is naturally a demon. Victor heard Sherlock call it Crimson.

There was nothing to say all the way, but there was always a trace of surging in Victor's scout's heart, although he had long heard that Sherlock had controlled a third-order great demon as a second-order contractor, but when he really saw the crane send such a big guy to the transport truck, he still couldn't hide the shock in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, why did the military send this demon to the front line, could it be that they had long known that Sherlock would use this big guy?

As soon as I thought about it, there were countless thoughts looming in my mind, and then I looked at the man beside me who was leisurely looking at the scenery, and suddenly felt that the person I know now is still just the tip of the iceberg?

In this way, time passed slowly in the unchanged vision, and during the trip, some scattered demons gradually appeared, although the appearance was not the same, but most of these demons were humanoid, wandering in the ice and snow, just like those psychopaths who had their frontal lobes amputated, only the most basic desire to eat remained, until two hours later, the transport vehicle finally stopped next to a war zone communication tower, Victor jumped out of the transport car, and did not need to look at the map in his hand, He pointed in one direction from afar.

"That's it." He said

Sherlock lit a cigarette and looked in that direction, and then he saw the low and dense jungle above the snowy field. The Demon Swarm

This was the first time Sherlock had seen the demons, because the empire was Forte, and demons rarely appeared in groups under the shroud of holy light, and Sherlock had only seen a few times when multiple demons gathered at the same time, and that was summoned by himself.

And at this moment, the group of demons in front of him is enough to be described as [dense], facing the dazzling sunset ray, a cursory look at the past, at least more than three hundred, and the size is extremely huge, not at all the kind of small demons common in the empire, I don't know what the law is, it seems that on the Antarctic continent where the holy light is thin, most of the demons are humanoid, but most of those strange-shaped demons will only appear under the shroud of the holy light.

However, Sherlock didn't care about these at this time, he broke away from the mission team and came here on a long journey, not to admire the demons, so he set his eyes on the outpost surrounded by the vast huge figure, which was the destination of this mission!

But.

But it was not their destination, but the mission goal of the assault battalion led by Major General Ulysses.

That's right, Sherlock had traveled a long way and made it to the edge of his opponent's mission.

He turned his head sideways and looked at the top of a snowy slope in the distance, where there was a large area of black oppression slowly spreading, Sherlock knew that it was Ulysses's troops, carrying so many heavy weapons of war, half an hour later than himself, they had already arrived here one step ahead, and occupied a high ground with excellent attack effect, looking at the speed of the spread of this dark shadow, it was thought that the efficiency of laying the battlefield was also extremely fast.

More than a dozen mortars have been successfully placed, the entire outpost below is within the strike range, 20 taels of armored combat vehicles are ready to go, 50 veterans have stepped on the war armor engraved with their names, in the roar of the turbines, picked up the guns and weapons that have accompanied them for decades, the huge chain ammunition is inserted into the rotating machine gun, the scorching steam gushes in the tank pipe, and the white smoke emitted more and more huge in the cold wind, like a large number of divine soldiers falling from the sky, standing on the high mountain, There are still wisps of clouds on his body that have not had time to dissipate.

Before the mission began, it showed a military quality that ordinary teams could not match, and this group of veterans who had lived on the battlefield for decades was really not comparable to ordinary people.

Victor looked at the black pressure in the distance, and tried to adjust his breathing:

"I know it's strange to say this now, but now if you regret it, you can just say, let's drive back and compete with such an opponent, even if we lose, no one will blame us."

Sherlock smiled: "There's nothing I won't regret later, I won't tell you, my personality is not very good, half a year ago I saw a person unhappy, and the battle was bigger than this time, so don't worry"

Victor didn't quite understand Sherlock's words, no matter how much you looked at people's displeasure, now you have to face the entire front line with fierce firepower, what other formation can be greater than this.

But Sherlock didn't give him a chance to think about it, because on the transport truck behind him, the huge container had slowly opened, and a large amount of demonic tranquilizer poured out like a flood gate, splashing on the ground, instantly freezing into a cloud of ice, and it was obviously extremely huge, but it gave people a thin and tall body slowly got up, stepped out of the transport car, and stood in the cold wind.

On the high slope in the distance, Major General Ulysses looked at the old-fashioned pocket watch in his hand, silently calculating the time when the mission would begin.

The accompanying war correspondents also got out of the car one after another, and each set up camera equipment in a suitable place. War propaganda at the front had a huge impact on recruitment, so almost every battle was reported by the major newspapers of the empire, and war correspondents lived with certain regiments all year round, and over time, they were even half soldiers.

And this time, there seemed to be a lot of reporters who came with him, but Major General Ulysses was not disgusted, since he was sure to win, it was not a good thing to let these pictures circulate in the eyes of the military leadership.

One minute to go

And that's when .

"Chief, look over there," a veteran soldier who had just set up his lookout seemed to notice something, and reported to Ulysses.

The old major general walked over with difficulty with a big gun, and put his eyes on the lookout in confusion, and then the pair of white eyebrows that were frozen bald gradually wrinkled!

Because he was very far away under a high slope, he saw a car

A third-order archdemon

With a man who stands in front of the demon.

"The guy named Sherlock??" He muttered in bewilderment, "Why is he here?" ”

For a moment, he even wondered if this guy who had just come to the front line had mistaken the position and ran to the area of his mission.

But then, he watched the man in the lookout glass look towards him, as if he knew he was looking at him, and made a rather friendly gesture.

The second hand makes another turn on the dial.

The time for the mission has arrived.

The war correspondents turned on their camera gear and focused on the outpost below, as well as at the demons who were secretive.

Above the sky, a battlefield airship slowly broke through the clouds, and the newly developed 'rolling film imaging device' of the rack empire began to operate, overlooking the entire mission area from the sky, taking in all the pictures, and in the work room, several recorders were debugging complex signal bands, preparing to record the upcoming battle situation as quickly as possible.

Sherlock, on the other hand, took the last puff of his cigarette and popped the cigarette butt, and the scarlet flame was instantly swept away by the cold wind.

In the distance, a huge roar of artillery fire rang out in an instant, and countless cannonballs streaked across the sky and fell towards hundreds of demons below, bringing out waves of heat and black smoke that almost obscured the sky overhead.

On the snowfield, the small black speck moved, and at the same moment, the huge red and white figure also moved! The moment the soles of the feet left the ground, they stepped through the frozen soil, accompanied by the depression and cracking of the snow layer, the force of the backlash brought a violent white wind, a large and a small two shadows as if they disappeared from the place, breaking through the white dust and entering, the snow in the air was scattered and exploded, and the roar of that moment almost overlooked the hum of the cannonballs crossing the sky.

(End of chapter)