Sherlock dismissed the thought with a self-deprecating smile, knowing that the opening of the gates of hell should not have anything to do with any human being, in any way.

So, he took one last look at the real battlefield in the wilderness, and when he was sure that the battle should be over, he turned and walked toward the trench not far away.

Some warriors in steam armor were slowly cleaning through the pile of corpses, trying to find the remaining demons that were covered by snow or scraps of flesh, and then make up for the final blow, when suddenly, they looked up and saw the strange man covered in bright red who was leaving the battlefield, shaking off the shredded flesh from his trench coat, his expression extremely silent and complicated.

Naturally, they didn't know that Sherlock felt distressed for a while because he saw the damage and cuts on his clothes that were not easy to repair, and thought that the killing just now had made this person's mood a little heavy, and he was thinking about some grand issues such as war, life, and belonging to the world, so they were all in awe.

In the sight, all the people stopped, stood up in a straight military posture, looked at the back of that person with an extremely respectful attitude, tapped their hands on their chests, and made the most standard military salute.

They knew that the reason why they survived was not only because of the appearance of His Excellency Nightingale, but also because this nameless and powerful person also accounted for at least 50% of the role, or even higher.

At the edge of the trench, the field officer, who had resisted Sherlock in every possible way at first, gradually suppressed the excitement and surging in his heart, and began to think about some questions that a soldier should think.

Before this moment, he, like all other soldiers on the battlefield, thought that the person with the strongest individual combat effectiveness in the entire Imperial Legion was a front-line soldier named Baskerville, but because of personality problems, that person seemed to only accept solo missions most of the time, because he always subconsciously forgot that during the mission, he needed to take care of the lives of others, and it was rumored that a long time ago, this front-line officer killed too much during the mission, which led to the death and injury of his companions beside him.

And that guy called Sherlock doesn't seem to be the kind of freak who kills red eyes and attacks all living creatures around him indiscriminately.

Not only that, but his behavior was more rational, for example, when he saw that the battle formation was a little untenable, he would not blindly rush over and fight with all the demons, but first attract all the third-order demons away, and then use the firepower of the support team to defeat the demon group in batches, so that one end could stabilize the battle situation, and finally kill back with the support team.

This kind of operation not only reflects his strong personal strength, but also uses all the firepower of the military where it is most needed.

A talent. Rare talent.

Of course, he didn't know that on the side of the support team, he chased and intercepted all the third-order demons by himself, concentrating them all in an extremely narrow area, forcibly piling up the corpses into a small mountain, chasing and killing four large demons by himself, and stabbing them all on the vast snowfield.

The person in charge of the support team saw all of this, and he didn't know how much incredible shock the two men would bring to each other when they got together to discuss today's battle afterwards.

In short, they are all thinking, which war zone is this guy, if there can be such a strong guy in the war zone where they are located, wouldn't it be invincible and become the trump card along the entire Redk Strait! Therefore, if you want this guy to stay in your own war zone, what price do you have to pay, discuss with the commander, smash the pot and sell iron, and keep this person!

Of course they don't know that Sherlock is not a soldier at all, in fact, this time he came to the front, and he was only dragged by the current Emperor Franklinson, hired by Nightingale halfway, and kidnapped by his roommate Watson. Morality' this kind of thing, he just doesn't want to let himself owe Watson favors, in short, because of other reasons, he just came to the front line to stay for a while, so when he wants to leave the Redk Strait, naturally no matter what the price is, it is impossible to let him stay here.

In front of the trench improvised by the chariot, Sherlock's tired figure walked over little by little, today he has done too many things, whether it is mentally or physically, he is extremely exhausted, in the process, it is impossible for him not to be injured, but because the entire front line is not his own domain, and even this place is not within the control of the Holy Light, which leads to his inability to use the demons in hell to repair his body, those wounds, torn muscles, and slowly flowing blood, None of them gave him the most real pain.

And the most difficult thing for him was that because of the soaking of blood, the remaining half of the box of blues was also damp and could not be ignited at all.

In this way, he returned to the rear of the battle formation, and the soldiers who saw him return immediately stood up straight, as if to welcome the inspection of the chief, or the blood of a hero.

Coming to the rear of the position, he saw Nightingale, who was still busy, in such a cold environment, the black hair was still mixed with some sweat, and it was attached to the overly fair face, and when she heard the footsteps, she raised her head and saw the returning Sherlock, and couldn't help but smile.

"I'm back." It's like a pair of old friends who have known each other for a long time, meeting again after a not-so-long separation, sending the most insipid, but also the most sincere greetings.

"Hmm." Sherlock nodded, looking extremely normal.

However, this is certainly not a business trip in everyday life, or a few days of separation.

The man was unstoppable on the battlefield, and one man supported the victory of the entire battle.

The woman rescues the wounded in the rear, and at the hands of the Grim Reaper, she forcibly takes the dying lives of dozens of fighters.

At this time, their extremely relaxed greetings seemed so impressive, desirable, and reassuring, and suddenly, a few young soldiers seemed to realize something, looked at Nightingale, and then at Sherlock, and then there was a brilliance in their eyes that suddenly realized, and hurriedly cast a meaningful look at a few people next to them in a very concealed manner.

These soldiers have been working together for many years, and of course they can understand what each other means with a glance at each other, and they can't help but immediately think of that possibility, so they quietly move their steps and leave the simple tent where the wounded are placed.

Even, some injured people who had just been healed, after seeing this scene, quietly chose not to stay here anymore, or found some seemingly reasonable reasons.

Sherlock was too tired to have any energy to think, so he rested on a box of ammunition, feeling a little sleepy, his eyes getting heavier and heavier.

Nightingale tried her best to heal the last wounded man, and she breathed a sigh of relief, and fell exhausted on the marching bed where the wounded soldier was lying just now, like a kitten who had exhausted all her physical strength, and pulled a military coat over herself, and within a few seconds, she fell into a deep sleep.

The ranks began to reorganize, the ammunition was reloaded, and the heavy artillery was transported back to the convoy, but in the tent, which was still sheltered from the wind and snow, a man and a woman slept very deeply, and a slight snoring sounded, and someone passed by and specially pulled down the curtain for them, so as not to be disturbed.

These two people are so tired.

It's time to rest.

And it is strange that a woman like Nightingale, who is enough to make anyone infatuated, is in the same room with a man at this moment, then that man should have been pulled out of the house to relieve the anger of the public, but if it were thought that the man was Sherlock, it seems that these soldiers accepted it somewhat gladly.

No one knows how this idea of extreme double standards came about, in fact, these soldiers themselves have not thought about this issue, they just think that this is okay, very good

The two teams converged, and this team of less than 1,000 people was actually just a battle on the edge of this Demon Tide Blocking Battle, and on the other side of the mountain range, the flames of war seemed to be like this battle, and gradually began to show signs of victory.

Above the sky, fifteen war airships were suspended above the gunsmoke, in the observation room, the battlefield information transmitters around a circle faced the eyepiece in front of them, their eyes quickly swept over every inch of land below, and the battle situation was continuously transmitted back to the base headquarters in the rear against the recorder, on the battlefield map, an area with the highest number of demons has shown a trend of collapse, and the military technology of the empire still showed its due lethality in this battle, but a new class of troops also shined in this battle.

The master of the wild demons.

Seven months after the successful launch of the Darwin Recovery Program, some frontline soldiers who have been training hard for more than half a year finally have a chance to lead their contract creatures into the real battlefield.

In fact, according to the original plan of the military, this new type of combat arm needs to go through another two years or so of attempts, and after many simulated battles, security guarantees, and even calculations of economic costs and death losses, it can be put into the battlefield little by little.

However, because of a very abrupt front-line mission half a month ago, a contractor whose name was not disclosed, a piece of film taken over the battlefield, and a newspaper that was transported to various war zones, pushed the wild demon controller into a very delicate position.

The front-line soldiers are often simple and direct in character, because in this land, only strength is what can really keep them alive, but the top brass of the military can't all be fanatical war enthusiasts, they know well that the conservative veterans are repelled by fresh combat ideas, and they also know that this three-hundred-year war needs fresh blood, so some slightly conspiracy tactics are operating in secret, and the wild demon controllers are put into the battlefield in advance, and those excellent soldiers are also in this demon tide blocking war, handed out an answer sheet that satisfied everyone.

At this time, the 421 theater military base, the heavy metal gate slowly rose upward, and under the increasingly dim light, a train of dust drove towards this side.

Knowing that it was the soldiers in their own theater who had returned, but on the towering defensive walls around them, which garrisons still cautiously held the heavy machine guns in their hands and slowly turned their guns with the march of the convoy.

Because, just behind this convoy, it is extremely uncommon, followed by a demon that is all covered in blood and hung with dried minced meat, although the pace is steady and very quiet, but the terrible image makes people subconsciously feel that it contains great danger, so they have to always aim at it, for fear that in the next second, it will rush into the base and start slaughtering everywhere.

It's no wonder that these garrisons are too nervous, because after so many years on the battlefield, they have never seen a contractor finish a battle and not let the demon lie back in the sedative, but just walk all the way back.

Ten minutes later, the convoy drove into the base, and Sherlock and Nightingale weakly supported each other and walked into the rest area.

Fatigue will not be noticed when the senses are excited, when everything is quiet, the spirit is slightly relaxed, then the accumulated fatigue will all explode in an instant, so these two people fell asleep in the car, and after returning to the base, they were only awake for a moment, and they didn't bother to take a bath, just took off their coats, found a bed in a daze, and fell asleep again.

This glorious return naturally received the absolute attention of the military, Miss Nightingale went deep into the battlefield for the first time, and saved the lives of nearly 100 people on the death line alone, this kind of war report is simply better than the strongest stimulant.

Outside a barracks, a group of war correspondents didn't know where they got the information, and they all gathered outside the door like a pack of wild wolves that smelled meat.

Fortunately, a group of soldiers also blocked the door, which stopped it.

"I said Miss Nightingale is resting!"

The one who roared loudly at the reporters in front of him was the captain of the trapped camp, who had just escaped from life and death, and was about to face this group of nasty reporters when he came back.

"We saw just now that a man went in with Miss Nightingale, who is that person?"

"You're mistaken, there's only Miss Nightingale in there!" The captain said without thinking about it.

"And how do you explain this picture?" A reporter quickly handed over a photograph, only to see that it was a picture of a man and Miss Nightingale supporting each other and walking into the barracks, which seemed to have been taken ten minutes ago, which showed that this group of reporters had already been watched.

The captain was also a ruthless man, so he tore the photo in his hand to shreds, and then raised it to the sky in front of the reporter, and returned disdainfully: "What photo, why didn't I see it?" ”

The reporter was stunned for a moment, and then blinked his eyes: "This sir, you don't think that if you tear up the photo, I can't do anything. This thing is washed out of negatives, if I want, I can print 500 copies of this photo early tomorrow morning, and then scatter it to all my peers, with my own lace articles, divided into various versions, and add various bridges, I believe that in the next week, everyone on the front line will know about it! ”

"How the do you?!" The captain directly pulled out a gun, aimed it at the reporter's head, and yelled viciously.

And who can be a war correspondent on the front line for so many years, who is good at stubble, the man in front of him is not afraid, he grasps the muzzle of the gun and puts it on his head:

"If you have the ability, you will kill me today, or you will explain the matter to Lao Tzu from beginning to end, otherwise I will definitely not leave, so many fellow brothers around are watching, you will shoot if you have a kind!"

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

"Then you open it!"

The two people were-for-tat, and the soldiers behind them and the war reporters in front of them were also not giving an inch.

And that's when .

The door to the barracks behind him was suddenly opened:

"What's the noise, let people not sleep?!"

(End of chapter)