An entire mission team would give up precious offensive time to wait for such a person?

Maybe in life, parents will wait for their children to grow up regardless of the cost of time, maybe in love, men and women will give up all pursuits, waiting for the other party who gives them promises, maybe a loyal dog, in the rest of his short life, waiting for its long-dead owner, but on the battlefield, how can this happen.

On the other hand, if this were to happen, what terrible convincing would the person to be waiting for be for a battalion to pin all its hopes on him.

And at this moment, such a scene is being staged, more than ten kilometers away from the wind and snow, some young soldiers suppressed the most surging blood in their hearts, looking in that direction, of course they could not see the strange scene in the distance, but faintly could see the sky above, suspended huge airship, and the surrounding reflection of some discolored fiery red clouds, which was the reflection of the roar of artillery fire on the ground.

Three minutes have passed

An incomparably strange state of mind grew in the hearts of these young soldiers.

They had never seen Sherlock before, let alone heard the name, but because of the journey to the front, the half-month relationship, and the crazy words of the other party in the barracks yesterday, these people stood still, waiting for a miracle to happen.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Sherlock had already rushed out of the area covered by artillery fire at an incredible speed, because the outpost was a military point established by the military with great resources, so when planning the bombing range, it was natural to avoid this place, so as not to raze it to ruins due to a mission.

Behind it was followed by a huge body covered in smoke tearing through the flames, and the moment the scorching body scorched by the artillery fire encountered the cold air, it directly began to evaporate more and more dazzling mist, and was swept up by the wind, with light, with fire, straight to the steel wall nearly 10 meters high on the periphery of the outpost, but still did not slow down, under this terrible running momentum, a forward pounce in an instant, and then the hard bones ten fingers away directly fell into the wall, leaving several piercing pits on it, and then jumped horizontally, Directly over the high wall, the whole process is extremely light, but whether it is the crack marks on the ground or the roar between the steps, it shows how heavy and ferocious these movements are, and the momentum is heavy.

Of course, this is not enough, because with this incredible speed, the demon named Crimson rushed straight ahead of the outpost, and before it could keep up with its sight, it had already crashed into the steel protective layer covering the outpost building.

This layer of protection is the last line of defense that every frontline strategic facility has, it can resist the weathering of the cement brought by the cold, and it can also block the impact of most demons, otherwise, in this terrible area where void cracks can appear at any time, any building will be consumed at an extremely fast rate.

And at this moment, the demon crashed into it at such a terrible speed, it was no different from hitting a cannonball head-on, and after a while, the explosion sounded like an afterthought, and the rubble that was shaken from the ground into the sky, people almost subconsciously felt that the demon had already had a tragic end with all his bones broken.

However, this scene did not happen, because the moment before the impact, the demon actually forced his arms to press the steel defense layer in front of him, and with his muscles extremely savagely endured all his speed, not only that, but after this incredible barbaric 'handbrake', the crimson fingertips had pierced the gap between the steel plate and the concrete, and then the blood-red muscles between the arms skyrocketed a few points.

He began. Tearing

Just clasped between the steel and the cement, in the most direct wrestling on both sides in an unreasonable way, so, when the loud noise has not dissipated, when the flying snow mixed with the frozen soil has not yet fallen, a crack began to grow in a narrow area of less than half a meter, and spread wildly to all sides, like an invisible pen, desperately drawing a series of shocking false lines in the place where there is no steel plate to wrap it.

Of course, that's not fake, these lines are extremely real, so with the red and bright fire behind and the sunset shining in the sky, these cracks began to collapse and began to fall, and a tooth-sore cracking sound began to resound all around, and the third-order great demon actually unloaded a half layer of steel attached to the concrete wall, leaking out the blue-black section inside and below, as well as the exposed steel bars!

This is in . Hard Demolition ???

Of course, it was a hard demolition, could it be that in this situation, which was full of danger every second, Sherlock had to go around the entire outpost, find a door, and push it in the normal way?

In the next second, he kicked the cement load-bearing wall behind the slab, the huge force was no worse than the crimson just now, and in an instant, the wall was directly kicked and shattered, and the cement between the steel bars could not withstand such a violent bombardment of continuous overturning, and began to fall like a landslide, and in the collapse and dust in the sky, Sherlock jumped directly into it.

In fact, the whole process was only a few seconds, and the retelling of the battle situation above the sky didn't have time to calm down the thumping heart, and I saw that person rushing out with a huge tranquilizer container four or five meters long, and then threw it to Crimson who was waiting outside.

It's like two thieves who joined forces in the middle of the night to steal the property of the nobles, and after they succeeded, they didn't stop for a moment, and they climbed over the wall in one fell swoop and ran towards the other side of the mission area.

But this is certainly not in the mansion of a certain aristocratic family, but on the front line of the most dangerous war, which is not considered stealing finances, but stealing important mission strategic materials, or stealing naked in the most shameless and straightforward way in front of people's eyes.

So at this moment, Major General Ulysses on the snowy heights stared at his pale eyes, and under this extreme anger, he was extremely strong to maintain the highest level of sanity:

"The mortar is aimed at the target and bombards the flank, no need to aim, if it can't be blown up, just cut off his escape route to the west, notify the assault vehicle below, outflank it from the opposite direction, and after entering the 15-meter range, attack the sedative container on the demon's shoulder with all his strength!"

It has to be said that in this case, the elderly major general can still make the most direct and effective command in an instant.

Attacking the controller, or attacking the demon it controls, from the performance of the other party just now, the effect should not be very good, so since the other party wants to grab their own strategic resources, then simply don't ask for anyone, and as long as the demon tranquilizer bursts, the liquid that spills out can greatly slow down the activity of the opponent's control of the demon, then, with the strong firepower of his own battalion, this mission is still won by himself.

Before the words fell, the staff officer with glasses beside him had already understood the meaning of the old captain, and immediately issued several orders, and in an instant, these veterans who lived and died together all showed incredible coordination ability, all the chariots, the muzzles, and every soldier driving the war armor, all of them were like a whole, and appeared where they should have appeared in a few seconds, and the rows of huge tires more than one person high began to rotate rapidly, accelerating suddenly, Galloping towards the snow line that had been plowed out in the distance.

At this time, almost everyone in the conference room stood up, they didn't have Ulysses's ability to control the battle situation, let alone Sherlock's brain circuits, so after hearing that guy was carrying the demonic tranquilizer in the other party's mission area, they could only put on a stunned expression.

This is not to say that these high-level people in the theater do not have the psychological ability to bear it, but they have commanded the campaign in the rear for so many years, and they have never thought that the battle can still be fought like this?

After hearing another report from the loudspeaker, their mood became more complicated, and they even panicked.

"All the combat forces of the assault battalion in Area A are transferred to attack the target, all personnel are dispatched, and the firepower coverage area begins to bombard the side intensively, in order to intercept the number 1070 test subject, move the battery and transfer the tank with whom, they want to surround that demon!"

It's fucking

Now, everyone seems to be aware of something that is ridiculous to the extreme.

That is, this mission has completely turned sour.

From a normal purge competition, it suddenly became a drama for the police to catch thieves.

Of course, it seems a little cute and funny to say that 'the police catch thieves', but it is impossible for anyone to laugh in a war zone hundreds of kilometers away.

In the past, Ulysses' undead legions had only shown terrifying lethality, as they were on a mission to purge demons with less active minds.

At this time, in the process of capturing Sherlock, they showed a terrifying war strategy that they had never had a chance to show, in such an empty snowfield, they actually used mobile batteries, firepower coverage, accurate positioning and bombing, and dozens of vehicles formed an encirclement, trying to surround Sherlock to death!

However, this level of strategic intent, while strong enough to be called strong, and the execution of the Corps was undoubtedly terrifying, but long before they appeared, all of this was expected by Sherlock.

Although the battlefield is changing rapidly, there are often only one or two optimal solutions, so others can think of it, and Sherlock can also think of it, whether it is the target of the attack, the direction of the blockade, or the route to encircle him, they have already been simulated clearly in his mind.

Next second.

The whistling of shells overhead had touched the inner eardrums, and the black-pressed convoy at the end of the field of vision pulled the huge mobile turret and turned its body in its direction, without the roar of teammates and the battlefield communication bands developed by the Empire with countless resources, these old-school soldiers have always relied on trust and tacit understanding with each other, and they know what they should do no matter what the situation.

Therefore, at this moment, the dense cannonballs compressed in a very small area exploded directly in front of Sherlock, shaking up countless white ice edges and gravel, mixed with flames, like fireworks, those chariots in the distance were obviously extremely heavy, and the mobile cannons pulled in the rear were heavier than a third-order archdemon, but they rushed towards Sherlock at an incredible speed, machine guns, heavy artillery, bombs, and the sky was full of fire, weaving a chaotic and dangerous web in front of them.

But Crimson and the small figure below that should have died in the bombardment had no intention of stopping, and in the midst of such firepower, they began to toss and turn, making all kinds of impossible evasive movements, and leaping madly out of the flames.

"How's the Demon Tranquilizer Container?!"

On the high ground, Major General Ulysses asked in a deep voice, staring at the dream-like scene below.

A scout on the side quickly turned the lookout into his glass, and in this way he could keep up with the speed of the demons running down and below, and the scout's instantaneous vision was enough to be called one in ten thousand, but after a few seconds of observation.

"Report, end. Immaculate"

Major General Ulysses shook the hand holding the big gun, in fact, he himself at this moment, his mood has changed a little, before in the artillery fire, this guy named Sherlock penetrated the sea of fire and broke into the outpost, this is undoubtedly a rare feat, but it is not so unreasonable, if he is ten years younger, and then give himself a light chariot with all weapons removed, he should be able to rush out in that environment.

But at this moment, it's a different story.

The demon below was carrying a huge container of tranquilizers, a material that could not withstand the impact of artillery fire, and it should have shattered directly after a round of strafing.

In other words, Sherlock did not let the fragile container be damaged during the whole process.

What kind of control is this?

Can those wild demons really show such fighting qualities?

In the conference room far away, above the strategic map, there is still a straight line, without any bending and deflection, simple and direct, as if trying to penetrate everything.

And everyone knew how terrible the distance of this straight line was, and what the red circles and black outlines around it represented, and they knew better that the time it took to draw this straight line was just four minutes.

They can't see the real picture of the battlefield, but facing the strategic map all the year round, their brains uncontrollably make up what kind of scene it is, under the interweaving of ice and fire, a strange shadow is like the sunset that has been hanging in the sky, and begins to be annoyed, angry, and then all the way west like giants, trying to tear all the nasty colored clouds from the sky, and no matter how much the mortals along the way cry and obstruct, they can't stop the footsteps that will tear the earth apart.

It's so fast, it's unstoppable

But even if the simple distance is repeated in words, in fact, the real speed of those two shadows is still far faster than the transmission of information.

No object is immune to the laws of physics, even if hell may have its own way of working, but when you come to this world, you have to follow the rules here. So, at such a speed, wouldn't the demon's bones be shattered by itself?

Even if it can't be shattered, how can the huge container you are carrying withstand this kind of turbulence?

Could it be that in this environment, maintaining absolute speed, dodging dense attacks, and using the rhythm of the body to mitigate the shock to the container on his back?

Thinking of this, even these veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time can't help but have a trace of admiration for the thief below.

As I have always emphasized before, on the front line, the strong will be respected.

And it is because of respect.

Therefore, these veterans were even more shocked to see that their captain, Major General Julius, fell silently.

He slung the gun in front of him, pulled out a strangely shaped bullet from his neckline, slowly and intently pushed it into the chamber, turned over his snow-covered sleeves, and wiped the old scope with the inner lining.

Finally, he got down on one knee, raised the gun flat in front of his eyes, and tilted his head to hold a pale eye close to the eyepiece.

At this moment, he seemed to turn into a solid reef washed by the waves for hundreds of millions of years, a statue standing on the top of the mountain, falling by the wind and rain, and the mountain torrent irrigated the sky, and it was impossible to shake a single cent.

I originally wanted to finish it today, but I went to work today, and I didn't write enough, so I promise that this paragraph will be written tomorrow, I'm sorry everyone, woo woo, I don't want a ticket today.

(End of chapter)