A qualified reporter is bold, shrewd, and absolutely not embarrassed, so at this moment, a reporter in the crowd finished taking a photo, immediately put the camera in his hand behind his waist, completely ignored the neatly squeezed out of the neatly lined line, and rushed to the front of the medical entourage team, but he did not get too close to the rules, but stopped before being three or four meters away from Miss Nightingale.

"May I ask Miss Nightingale, how long are you going to be on the front line this time?"

This kind of behavior of not asking for instructions at all, rushing up and asking questions, in the eyes of most people, is simply disrespectful to the girl in front of you.

And just when a few people who were close to him rolled up their sleeves and were about to drag the reporter out of sight of the accompanying medical team, Nightingale just smiled and responded:

"I don't know yet, maybe a year, two years or more."

The reporter was very close to the girl in front of him, and he didn't care about anything else in his eyes, so he didn't notice what kind of expressions such a sentence made the faces of the soldiers in the rear and the commanders of the military base, he just felt that his head was a little buzzing, and he didn't dare to speculate on what such an answer meant, but followed the instinct of a reporter to ask as many questions as possible in the shortest possible time.

So without the slightest hesitation, he immediately asked again:

"So what gave you the idea of leaving the hinterland of the empire and coming to the front?"

Nightingale thought about it, as if she wanted to give a satisfactory answer, but in the end she just shook her head: "Actually, I don't know, but I think that people always do what they should do at different times in their lives, such as children always learn to walk, and then talk, grow up, go to school, graduate, fall in love, get married, and grow old Many things don't have such a clear reason, just go with the flow, and I, just think. It's time to come to the front. ”

This is an extremely bland statement, in fact, judging from the question itself, she doesn't seem to answer the reporter's question, but at this moment, everyone seems to feel that what the girl in front of her said makes sense, and this question should be answered like this.

People should do what they should do at a certain time, otherwise, why do these soldiers give up the safe life in the hinterland of the empire and come to the front line to live this life and death line, some people say, it is for glory, some people say it is for the future of mankind, but glory is precious, but after all, life does not bring, death does not take it, and although the future of mankind is important, if he dies, what does it matter if the flood is monstrous.

So all the explanations, in the final analysis, are actually pale, and all the people here seem to have just felt that it was time to come to the front at some point.

The reporter's hand trembled slightly, I don't know if it was because the other party's simple words also evoked a certain sense of identity in his heart, he was holding a recording device in his hand that was not too big, which was disassembled and modified from the Holy See's security maintenance armor, usually this kind of thing is used to record oaths, and at this moment, the reporter seemed to feel that he didn't want to hand over this recording to the newspaper, but as his life's treasure.

Fortunately, his sanity and professionalism made him dispel this idea.

"Miss Nightingale, I have heard that you had some personal safety problems in London more than a month ago, so did you have any concerns about your safety when you came to the front this time?"

The girl in front of her was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but admire these reporters.

The 'personal safety trouble' mentioned by the other party obviously refers to the assassination, but doesn't this incident mean that the news has been blocked, how can this war correspondent who has been on the front line for a long time know?

However, if there is a specialization in the art industry, the doctor should have the determination to rescue the desperate patient, the soldier should have the courage to kill the enemy bravely regardless of life and death, and the reporter should have the way to know some secret information.

Nightingale smiled, raised her head, and looked at the crowd again, intentionally or unintentionally, trying to find that familiar figure, but thinking of the person's trouble-prone character, it is estimated that he will definitely not come to join in the fun on this occasion.

So, she retracted her gaze and replied:

"I believe in the Imperial Army, and I believe that I must be safe in this camp"

The reporter's question was actually what many people wanted to ask, and Miss Nightingale seemed to be in a good mood, answering almost all the questions raised by the other party with great seriousness.

However, he had asked too many questions, and the soldiers in the camp could not let her stand like this in the snow all the time, even if they wanted to hear more from the girl in front of them, and the reporters behind him looked at the companion so close to Miss Nightingale, and he asked so many questions, and his voice was recorded in that recording device.

Truth be told, even if the journalist was murdered tonight and the recording device was stolen, the military would not be surprised at all.

So in the end, a couple of soldiers came over and took the journalist away in a 'friendly' way, and as to whether his recordings would be confiscated, or simply requisitioned and put on the front lines for some pre-war mobilization speeches, it was probably more inspiring than the generosity of the old generals.

And while the entire military base was being greeted by people outside the barracks, Sherlock and Watson sat side by side on the steps of one of the barracks inside the base, smoking cigarettes in one of them.

"Actually, I'm a little strange, these days I follow Lord Nightingale, and I find that she sometimes is in a daze, sometimes she laughs to herself, I think she may have something on her mind, but I can't really ask her face to face, that's too abrupt." Watson said very seriously: "I even think that she will be in love or something."

Sherlock buried himself in the smoke disapprovingly: "It's not surprising that a young girl in her early twenties likes someone, what's the matter?" ”

"Nothing to care about?" Watson looked at Sherlock with some annoyance: "That's Lord Nightingale, how can she have someone she likes. I mean, a woman as good as her, as long as she looks in the mirror, she won't have any expectations for 99% of the opposite sex, who in this world can be worthy of her?

No, she has been running around all these years, and she has just been free, and her depressed girlish complex is likely to make her blindly have the wrong impression of some people, and I, as a member of her accompanying medical team, can't let her fall into a wrong relationship! ”

Speaking of this, Watson looked at Sherlock very solemnly:

"You're a detective, so I want you to help me find this guy!"

(End of chapter)