Microscopically speaking, the movement of molecules slows down at low temperatures, so the colder the place, the less obvious the flavor diffusion.

In Sherlock's time, this doctrine had been mentioned, but it had not yet been widely recognized, and at this time, the cold wind had washed away much of the surrounding gunsmoke and heatwaves, but the air was still filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt.

Looking at the corpses scattered across the snowy fields and the scorched flesh piled up like a hill in the distance, the soldiers seemed to finally realize that they had destroyed all the demons, leaving no one behind.

Looking at the time again, I was shocked to find that it had only been more than ten minutes since that person had attracted the demon to this time.

Everything is like lightning and lightning, the smoke of gunpowder crosses, corpses everywhere, this kind of combat power and efficiency has long exceeded the upper limit that this support team can reach, what is even more incredible is that they have not killed a single person from beginning to end, and what they do is not a wonderful tactics and advanced new weapons, just towards a fixed area, just shoot hard artillery.

And the one who made it happen

In fact, until this time, these front-line soldiers still don't know his name.

However, there was no time for them to sigh, because far away, the man had already jumped onto the shoulder of the contract demon, and in the telescope, he could be seen waving his hand towards the group, and then running in the direction he had come.

Yes, this team is here to support the trapped personnel, and their mission is not yet complete.

So, everyone immediately suppressed the shocking emotions brought by the scene just now, began to reorganize the team silently, put away the ammunition, and quickly entered the rapid march mode, following the guidance of the demon in front of them.

Everything that follows, compared with the previous heroic chase and fight, seems much easier to accept.

Without the threat of the dozen or so third-order great demons, the trapped team quickly suppressed the remaining demon herd in a not too large range with sufficient ammunition, there were no fools among these soldiers, they clearly knew what they should do in this state, so that the entire front could no longer be threatened by any threat, and it was only a matter of time before all the demon herds were slaughtered.

Therefore, what shocked them at the moment was the girl who was leaning over the ice and snow and touching the forehead of an injured person with her palm.

Beauty is only the pursuit of a certain external form of human beings, or a certain sense of expectation and satisfaction in the spiritual world, compared with life, the latter is naturally more important, after all, there are few people in the world who have such a distorted aesthetic as Watson.

But the girl in front of her is an absolutely unusual existence, these front-line soldiers have heard legends about her countless times, and countless times in fantasy, simulating her prestigious beauty.

But at this time, no one paid attention to her face, or the wonderful body wrapped in thick military clothing, and all eyes were focused on the bodies of the wounded, the dying lives, the shocking wounds, the uncontrollable moans of misery.

And all of this gradually dissipated under her gentle touch, and everywhere she passed, the voices that screamed in pain, the distorted faces, the blood that flowed, the broken bones, all seemed to be favored by the Holy Light, and it was the most direct miracle, all unfolding before the eyes of these soldiers.

A young warrior watched his bloody chest healed from being hit by shrapnel, and the horror in his eyes gradually turned into burning excitement, and then into the most sincere tremor and gratitude; An old soldier endured severe pain and twisted the broken thigh, and then the bones began to grow rapidly, and the broken parts were connected, and the moment the pain disappeared, he fell to his knees and pressed his head against the cold snow; The soldier who had just fallen into a near-death coma stood up alone at this moment, and his comrades-in-arms, who had already prepared for life and death, hugged each other with tears in their eyes.

This scene is actually something that people can't think of, but the girl who swayed the miracle didn't have any time to accept gratitude, let alone appreciate the joy and emotion of rebirth, she just got up in a hurry and ran to the next wounded, and then the next one, the next one.

There are many kinds of beauty, and for these soldiers who live in the front line of life and death all year round, life is the most beautiful thing in the world, so the face of the girl in front of her is stained with gunpowder smoke and dust, and her hands are full of black and red blood. But she is more and more beautiful and thrilling, there seems to be light blooming on her body, reflecting everyone's eyes, piercing tears full of eyes, reflecting in her heart, inspiring bursts of sourness.

But no one dared to disturb her, so she watched quietly from afar, not daring to make a sound, not daring to touch, only grateful that the Holy Light had sent down such a miraculous woman, that she had been able to come to this place full of gunsmoke, that she was willing to heal herself, and of course, that the contractor who had brought her here.

By the way, that guy is a madman who usually took away all a dozen large demons, and after such a long time, what happened to him?

Where did you run, did you get overtaken, did you get knocked down, did you get hurt, or died a tragic death somewhere in the wilderness?

Gradually, people began to worry.

And as these doubts gradually sprouted in the hearts of the people, the man seemed to be able to hear the voices of the people in distant places, and then he descended from the sky and brought the answers to the eyes of the soldiers himself.

At this moment, some roars in the distance gradually became clear, looking in the direction of the sound.

He's back!

Not only did he come back by himself, but he also took the support team with him, and drove straight into the demons that had not yet been exterminated.

For a moment, the firepower that constantly compressed the space and resisted the impact was dwarfed, and on the battlefield, it suddenly turned from a guard to a one-sided slaughter, and the crimson demon led by it was like a giant meat grinder, blood flew everywhere it passed, and the guy called Sherlock was also running and tearing beside him, without the interference of the third-order archdemon, these second-order or below demons could not stop his ferocious momentum at all.

In the ancient records, there are some images of the pre-Sacred War depicting a warrior called the cavalry rushing into the camp of the archers, which can be called horizontal and straight, and in the face of the absolute restraint of the troops, those archers will be like dead grass burned by fire, burning up thousands of meters in an instant, and it is impossible to extinguish unless it is burned out.

And now, the guy named Sherlock alone showed this earth-shattering momentum, first of all, leading the heavy artillery and machine guns in the rear, rushing the car and galloping wildly all the way through the flesh and blood, unmatched.

In this scene, in fact, whether it was the trapped soldiers or the supporting team, they had already witnessed the powerful lethality of that person beyond normal cognition, and after a long journey, the snow field galloped to escort, lured the enemy on the battlefield, and annihilated more than a dozen large demons, and then turned around and rushed to kill.

Although Sherlock's body is strong, it will eventually get tired, and strenuous exercise will eventually consume the strength stored in the body.

He still felt tired.

With a snort, compared to anything else on the battlefield, the body that looked small and unbearable tore through the smoke of gunpowder, and the snow and soil were shattered everywhere it passed, and the tired body was like a dead branch in the wind, moving sideways quickly, without slowing down at all, and a second-order demon in front of him roared, followed by a sky of flesh and blood. The rain of bullets around him tore out a line of fire and exploded around him, like a mourning song of killing and palpitations.

It's not just Sherlock who is tired, in fact, in the backline, Nightingale, who has healed dozens of seriously wounded fighters in a row, is also tired, and there is a fundamental difference between dying injuries and diseases: it may be difficult for some people to understand, but it is much more difficult to bring flesh back to life and reconnect broken bones than to treat those serious illnesses that are considered terminal.

Because the treatment of the disease is more about the recovery of the body's functions and the removal of the lesions, such as severe pneumonia that has been bedridden for decades, in fact, if you can eliminate those stubborn inflammations, the disease will also lay the foundation for cure, but if you want the knife wound to heal, then it is pure out of nothing.

After recovering another man's broken arm, the girl felt a wave of dizziness in front of her eyes and almost fell.

Several soldiers who were close to him immediately helped him up, signaling that the dying wounded had been healed. It's time to rest.

The girl raised her head and looked in the direction where the smoke was thickest, in fact, since she came here, until this moment, Nightingale had poured her eyes on the battlefield for the first time.

I don't know if it was really an attraction or just a coincidence, but at first glance, she saw the figure that was too fast to catch, the corpse of a demon that fell where she passed.

Don't look at Nightingale many years ago, despite the dissuasion, resolutely pushed open the door of the house, began to travel the empire, it seems that she is like an adolescent rebellious girl, in fact, she is a quiet and traditional girl in her bones, hates war, hates blood, hates death but the door of the devil is wide open, war is the premise of human survival, hates blood, but as a medical worker, she must be accompanied by blood all day long, hates death, and she came to the place where death occurs most frequently on the entire planet.

It seems that she always has a close intersection with nasty things.

Not long ago, she was surprised to learn that Sherlock was actually a murderer, the most vicious of the kind, and even put in a blood prison.

Nightingale naturally hates murderers

But because of various fates and encounters, she gradually began to get acquainted with this murderer, and when she saw the bloody scene in front of her, she should instinctively feel disliked, but her heart beat faster, she pursed her mouth tightly, and even forgot to breathe.

Think about the relationship between two people.

"Sure enough, the more annoying things are, the closer they are, and it seems that this phenomenon that happens to me has always been accurate."

So, with this moment of respite, she watched the afterimage that could no longer be captured by her eyes make incredible jumps and sharp turns, drifting and reaping wantonly on the battlefield.

Inexplicably, she smiled at what she should have hated so much, and then calmed down again and shifted her energy to the wounded.

This is the purpose of her trip, and it is also her obligation.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, the area in the distance, which had already been shrouded in the flames of war, gradually calmed down.

In the sudden encounter, 400 people in the 421st theater of operations were seriously wounded, and all of them were cured, and 59 people died.

A rescue force of 330 people was temporarily formed, and there were no casualties among all members.

The battle situation of the hostile demon group: all annihilated, not a single one is left.

The battle is finally over. This group of soldiers has not yet returned to the military base, but I don't know how many people will be shocked by this kind of war report.

In the tranquility that descended again, some people were silent, some people suddenly screamed, some people laughed loudly, some soldiers pushed open the door of the chariot, looked at the scorched ground in front of them, the smoke of gunpowder in the sky, the predator who had just fought bravely, I don't know why, suddenly had a sour nose, and began to cry.

In fact, if you ask carefully, you will find that most of these people are only young people in their early 20s.

The war between humans and demons is a war of species, a war of food chain levels, and a war of living space, so this war cannot be reconciled, so gunpowder smoke and lethality are the only languages they can communicate with each other.

Sherlock is not a person with sympathy, he is standing on the edge of a cannon pit at this time, looking at the devastation in front of him, subconsciously calculating how many shells it will take to turn a snowfield into this, and for those demon corpses, naturally there can be no sympathy, and even a little comparison, he suddenly feels that those criminals who are sentenced to death for killing a person in London seem to be worth being depressed for themselves, the law is the cornerstone of maintaining social stability, which has some truth, but on the battlefield, Someone dies every second, and in those invisible places, thousands of lives are spilled on the earth, and the death of one person really seems to be nothing.

In this way, if a man opens the gates of hell, then he will carry out the longest, deadliest, most terrifying, and most ambitious murder in the entire history.

This kind of thinking comes from the mind of a detective, and naturally makes people feel a little absurd and naïve, but it is also full of cold conjecture, and can even be said to be a little crazy.

Although there is no explanation for the reason for the opening of the gates of hell, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible for a human to make it.

Right......

(End of chapter)