All the soldiers on the front line knew that it was a great disrespect for Miss Nightingale to leak a look of doubt, but at this moment, the field officer in front of him was not only questioning, he was even looking at each other with a look like a madman, because he did not understand why the great Miss Nightingale had such thoughts.

Is it because she is so well protected these days that she doesn't feel the danger on the battlefield?

Even if it were, she must have seen what a real war was like on the way here, so how could she have such unrealistic thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you do that." The officer directly refused: "It's not that I don't carry out your request, it's just that it's within the scope of the demon tide."

A party of 400 people is trapped, which means that there will never be fewer demons encountered, and you just said that you only brought two people.

This. This."

In fact, he didn't know how to evaluate the other party's words now, if it weren't for his absolute respect for the girl in front of him, he would probably have scolded him a long time ago.

Nightingale seemed a little anxious, and she didn't know when she developed the habit, but when Sherlock was around, she would subconsciously look over at the first time when she was in trouble.

She felt that there was no reason for her to think that the other party would have something to do.

At this moment, Sherlock was curiously watching a group of soldiers equipped with steam armor in the distance walk up to the transport vehicle, wondering in his mind, if the shock absorption effect and defense of this armor are strong enough, can some cannons be made in the future, stuff people into it, and then bang and bang directly towards the battlefield position, saving the possibility of being blocked on the road, saving time, and landing also has its own strike effect, killing multiple birds with one stone.

Just thinking about it, Yu Guang saw the girl on the side throwing a plea of help at him.

He heard the conversation over there very clearly just now, so he also understood what the other party wanted to do, so he sighed helplessly:

"Hey, let's go, if you protect her, two people are really enough." Sherlock said.

The receiving officer followed the voice and looked over, only then did he notice that the unkempt guy not far away, who was neither wearing a military uniform nor the clothes of the accompanying medical team, was a little angry for a while, but fortunately he could still suppress it:

"Do you know what you're talking about? This is a battlefield, not a place you take for granted! Also, who are you? ”

"A detective, employed by Miss Nightingale, and I'll take care of her safety."

Sherlock said truthfully.

But when these words were heard in the officer's ears, they became extremely incomprehensible.

"Detective ???"

A front-line officer, probably can't figure out why a detective appears on the battlefield, but now he doesn't have time to think, just hurriedly steps in front of Sherlock: "I don't care what is going on in your head, in short, this is completely different from you protecting your client from murder in the city, you have to face a demon!" ”

"Yes, yes" Sherlock tilted his head, probably thinking that the other party's voice was too loud: "But two people are definitely enough to protect her, and even, if you tell me where the people who need to be rescued are, we can just go ourselves, it will be more convenient to have fewer people on the road than to follow the support team." ”

The officer's cheeks in front of him were swollen, and he now had a feeling of reasoning with a bear child, no matter what he said, the other party was deaf to him, and he only insisted on his ridiculous thoughts, so he grabbed the collar under Sherlock's trench coat and lowered his voice and said fiercely: "Convenient fart!" Did you know that the base agreed to use the place 10 kilometers away as a temporary treatment point, which is already the limit?

You think I don't want to get the medical staff over quickly?

The blocked troops, it's mine! The trapped fighters are all my soldiers, you think I'm not in a hurry?!

But if Miss Nightingale is injured, what can you afford to be held responsible? How do you ask me to explain to the front-line military and the people of the Empire? ”

The officer roared with bloodshot eyes.

However, this kind of low roar did not affect Sherlock at all, he definitely did not want to verify the heroism on the battlefield, let alone show some of his abilities, in fact, he really felt that if he carried Crimson and carried Nightingale directly to the destination, it would be much safer and faster than walking with the support troops.

One person and one demon may not change the tide of battle, but if it's just this kind of mission, it couldn't be more convenient.

thereupon

"Whoever finds the thickest military combat uniform, goggles, gloves, in short, wraps himself tightly, we will be too fast for a while, and the wind pressure will be very large." Sherlock ignored the officer in front of him and shouted at the girl not far away.

The officer is blind, is this guy looking for death, dare to speak in such a tone very Miss Nightingale?

Next second.

"Good!"

The girl behind her didn't think about it, and immediately agreed.

Immediately after, Sherlock looked at Watson again: "Do me a favor, tell the transport team, unload the repair solution from the container of the last carriage, Crimson's injury should be almost recovered." ”

"Okay."

Watson nodded, and like Nightingale, gave an extremely simple and direct reply, and turned and walked briskly towards the back of the convoy.

The guy's proposal in front of him was so unrealistic, but the two people mentioned did not hesitate to carry it out, this scene made the officer completely incomprehensible, but reason made him quickly relieved, of course he couldn't rush over and drag Miss Nightingale, so that she wouldn't go crazy with this guy, so he could only be tough and ready to call the guards and arrest the bastard man in front of him first.

Sherlock probably understood what the other party wanted to do, and suddenly, without any relevance, asked:

"Well, you should have read the mission battle report from the 404 theater recently."

The receiving officer did not bother to answer the other man's question, but his expression indicated that he had seen it.

Not only have they seen it, but they have also studied it repeatedly, and the entire battalion has watched the dozen catties of film seven or eight times over and over again, and every time they watch it again, it seems that they can faintly shock their hearts.

In fact, except for the Hell Gate Expeditionary Force, which was too far into the Antarctic continent to deliver newspapers, all the other theaters basically studied the battle report of that mission and the high-altitude bird's-eye view.

But why is this bastard asking this at this time?

In the next second, Sherlock gave the answer:

"Oh, I just wanted to say that the person in the war report is me."

He replied lightly.

In fact, he didn't seem to let too many people know that he was related to that mission, after all, it was too troublesome, but now, if he wants to make the officer in front of him stop a little, then this is the most direct and effective way:

"You are professional, you should be able to roughly judge what kind of ability I have, that old guy in Ulysses bombed me for five minutes regardless of the cost, just put my trench coat in the pocket, I can pass through a mission area under intensive bombardment, and naturally I can safely reach the place you just pointed out, so, if you continue to stop me, then the person who needs to explain to the military afterwards is probably not us, but you."

Ten minutes later, a 300-strong support team had been assembled, equipped with mobile heavy artillery, extremely fast transport vehicles and armored combat vehicles, and 25 full-armor trucks loaded with huge demonic tranquilizer containers, the heavy metal side doors of the military base slowly rose upward, accompanied by the mist brought out by the scorching steam, the convoy roared and rushed out of the base, and quickly moved in the direction of rescue, if they were lucky, they could reach each other's position in two hours, That would allow the trapped soldiers to survive more than 80 percent.

In the convoy, there was an armored transport vehicle, sitting more than two dozen people, they were not wearing heavy steam armor, just wearing ordinary winter clothes, and a few did not even wear winter clothes, and the breath exhaled in the carriage was white mist, but they did not feel cold.

Because these people are all third-order great contractors.

Their physical strength allows them to completely ignore the cold, and in the process of support after a while, they don't need to rush out and participate in the battle like those soldiers, they just need to follow the large team and concentrate on controlling their demons in this armored vehicle.

There is no need for strong weapons and equipment, there is no need to go deep into the danger by yourself, and every third-order demon has a combat power that is absolutely impossible for human soldiers to have, and all kinds of advantages make the contractor an extremely valued combat unit on the battlefield, and the treatment and status they have are also very high.

It's just that at this time, these contractors are sitting in the car, frowning, and they will look out the window from time to time.

Watching the red-and-white humanoid demon follow the back of the group, they always felt a little awkward.

It takes an extremely huge amount of mental power for the contractor to control the third-order archdemon, so unless they are in the process of performing a mission, few people will move the demon out casually, especially in the period before the battle, every excess consumption of brain power is an extremely stupid act.

So why would someone ignore it and let a demon trot all the way behind the convoy? Didn't this guy know that he was about to face a battle, how dare he waste his energy so casually?

And I thought that in the convoy, there was a car with Miss Nightingale in it, and before leaving, the military had specially instructed all the personnel to focus on the task, and Miss Nightingale's safety did not have to worry about it at all, because she had a very strong team around her who was responsible for its safety, and no matter what the team did, try not to block it.

Well, the security team that can protect Miss Nightingale must be incredibly strong, this group of third-order contractor fighters on the front line can understand this, and the military has asked themselves not to block the other party's actions, which shows that the military has extremely strong confidence in this team responsible for security.

However, what these Holy Cult soldiers didn't quite understand was that. There doesn't seem to be any security team in the entire support team, and from beginning to end, it's just a temporary steam locomotive, not even an armored car.

Could it be that the security team has a battlefield airship looking down at the ground above the clouds?

At this point, a few people even wanted to stick their heads out of the car window to see if there was a floating behemoth following the sky overhead.

Of course, if someone really looks up at the sky, they will find that there is nothing but blue sky and white clouds.

Because in the entire security team, Sherlock is actually the only one

Even Watson didn't bring it, because Sherlock said very rationally that after a while, he would take Miss Nightingale directly, and when Crimson ran up, you couldn't keep up.

Watson also thought about it rationally, and said that it was true, although he felt that it was a little psychologically alert to let Sherlock and Miss Nightingale be alone, but hundreds of lives were waiting to be cured, and he had no choice but to agree to Sherlock's suggestion.

In that simple and light steam locomotive, Sherlock held the steering wheel and sat side by side with Miss Nightingale, among the huge armored vehicles three or four meters high, this normal locomotive seemed a little abrupt.

At this moment, Nightingale was wearing a set of female soldiers' cold-proof clothing, and the thick military hat was buttoned with windproof goggles, which wrapped all the softness on her body, revealing a trace of hardness and heroism that was not easy to detect in the past.

The coming of the demon tide is extremely ferocious, and the resistance of the battle gathering is shown after contact with the demon group, forming a huge firefight area spanning more than 50 kilometers, and the demons have a completely different difference from humans, that is, most of the demons do not have too high intelligence, they only rely on instinct to act, which is sometimes regarded as the advantage of human beings against demons, but when the demon tide comes, it is one of the most troublesome attributes for human beings.

Because they don't understand fear, when they see the overwhelming fire of war and the corpses of the same kind, they will not retreat at all, and they don't even have the intention of slowing down, but the blood and gunpowder smoke make them even more crazy, hungry and unscrupulous, they use their own flesh to rush straight into the torrent of steel, splashing large swaths of blood on the white snow, and then rushing forward frantically, across the sea of corpses and blood, continue to rush, continue to rush forward.

And although the trapped team is located on the side of the main battlefield, no one knows when the brainless demons will lead the war to this side.

After more than 40 minutes of high-speed travel, the increased convoy finally barely drove out of the range that could be affected by the combat zone.

At this moment, the abrupt small locomotive in the convoy suddenly pulled out of the convoy and slowly stopped to the side.

The soldiers in the armored car noticed this, and they all knew that Miss Nightingale was riding in the car, so they couldn't help but cast curious or worried glances, and then they saw that the door of the car was opened.

A very tightly wrapped female soldier stepped out of the car, wearing a cold hat and goggles, and her face was not visible at all.

And out of the way, there was another man, in such a cold temperature, just wearing an old trench coat, violently rolling and dancing in the bitter wind.

It wasn't until the large demon that had been following the back of the convoy appeared in front of the two of them, shielding them from the wind, that the tousled hair finally hung down quietly. Then the demon bowed down, like the knights in ancient texts, waiting for the queen's glory.

And the man jumped lightly onto the demon's shoulder, and then. He stretched out his hand to the female soldier below and made an inviting gesture

(End of chapter)