The strategic phalanx of the front-line expeditionary force sounds so simple and crude, that is, to concentrate all the military forces of mankind and work all the way to the gates of hell.

But how can a war between two species, a blow that has been dormant for three hundred years, really be as simple as it sounds.

The reason why human beings dare to launch a general attack on demons is energy, which is a weapon of war, an imperial soldier, and an emerging technology, but it is impossible for people to forget that in fact, their real reliance on another world is the Holy Light.

The Light is omnipotent

Among them, the greatest impact on human beings is not its ability to understand the past and the future, but its ability to shield the large demons of the third order.

Therefore, if the Holy Light can be laid along the expedition route all the way to the gates of hell, then the establishment of supply lines, the transportation of troops, the movement of troops from the Strait of Redk to the gates of hell, and so on, will be extremely easy. You can even spread out along the way, clearing the area around the expedition and expanding the sphere of influence of the Light, so that humanity's control over this frozen land will become larger and larger, and no one will be able to stop humanity from achieving the ultimate victory!

Forehead. I don't know if it's a coincidence, but if you think about it, this kind of operation seems to be so similar to the feeling of Sherlock taking territory in hell.

The commanders of the war zone had received a secret order from the imperial government several days ago, and before the airship landed, they all came to the take-off and landing platform to wait, in this world, the status of the Holy Light is absolutely transcendent, without the Holy Light there would be no human beings, this is an indisputable fact, even the most vicious criminals or madmen have to agree with this, so the Divine Servants are the closest to the Holy Light, so they naturally have a transcendent status.

These people stay in the Temple of Light all day long, discarding all distractions and desires, and serve the Light wholeheartedly, even if they die, they will be incinerated in the Temple of Light, and then scatter the dust of their corpses in the wind around the temple.

Of course, although they have eliminated desires, it is not that they are all a group of fools who only know how to maintain vital signs, and have no desires, this group of people is not willing to think about the chaos of human society, that is, they do not need to think about this; Abandon desires because most of the things they want are readily available, so they can't be called desires.

These are the servants of the gods, and they naturally enjoy the highest level of respect in this world, so all their humility is based on facing the Light, and after stepping out of the Temple of Light, there is no need for their pride to be suppressed.

In their eyes, the idea that "all are ants under the light" is not stupidity and arrogance, but the most basic cognition.

For example, at this moment, these people stepped off the airship, did not deliberately hold their heads high, but they were extremely arrogant, and they were all the highest commanders of the war zone, but they did not thank them for this, but the moment they met their eyes, they nodded slightly, and they did not shake hands with these people, did not greet each other, and even did not ask what kind of protection they would receive here, let alone ask about their living conditions, food, and other important questions.

They know that everything that awaits them must be of the highest standard.

But they didn't ask, but the commanders of the military region had to say that this was a sign of respect for the servants of God, and even more so for the Holy Light

"A few servants of God." The commander of the theater stepped forward, this was also the first time in his life that he had contact with the servant of God, he was usually extremely majestic in front of officers and generals, and he also seemed a little uncomfortable at this time, wanting to pay attention to those strange and distorted parts of their bodies, but he was afraid that he would annoy the other party, so he could only hang his gaze slightly, and it looked like he didn't dare to look at the other party:

"Your itinerary has been arranged, stay and rest for a while today, and enter the battlefield tomorrow with the front-line medical team.

But don't worry, even though you are deep into the battlefield, there is already a front-line expeditionary force to clear all the dangers around you, and throughout the march, your position will be guarded by four elite troops around you, and the military will send a reinforced company to accompany you to protect your safety along the way. ”

It is a very good proposal to put these divine servants in the front-line medical team, after all, the medical team has no combat effectiveness, and Miss Nightingale herself also needs to be very closely protected, so adding a few more people will not affect anything, and with a group of medical workers, in the process of marching, these divine servants can also lay the holy light on this land with more peace of mind.

Rumor has it that the act of 'laying the Light' is burying what looks like a small box deep in the ground.

But rumors are rumors after all, and no one has ever seen such small boxes, let alone know what they are inside, how they work, and why they allow the Holy Light to descend on this frozen land.

The theater commander in front of him was also full of curiosity about these questions, but he restrained himself from suppressing the urge to ask.

What a sublime existence the Holy Light is, everything related to the Holy Light, no mortal should speculate, do not understand, naturally should not explore and inquire at will, the concept of "God cannot look directly" is a common concept in those religions long before the opening of the Holy Calendar, let alone the omnipotent Holy Light.

Therefore, the commander respectfully stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation to several servants.

The next day, it was noon.

The entire 404th Theater was finally ready to embark on the expedition, and the four divisions divided into four divisions, carrying most of the war weapons in this military base, as well as 70% of the troops, opened up a mighty formation, and prepared to march south along the route opened up by the vanguard troops.

And among this group of expeditionary troops, there is one team that is extremely strangely equipped.

In this team, there are no endless armored fighting vehicles, no hordes of demon tranquilizer container transports, and even the most common war rush vehicles or mobile heavy artillery are rare.

Because this team is a medical team on the front line, they don't need to fight, they just need to be protected.

At this time, in the middle of this medical team, Sherlock leaned against an armored car, smoking a cigarette boredly, his eyes staring at a barracks not far away, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking a little impatient.

In fact, in the entire convoy he was in, as well as in the four divisions that had been prepared on the periphery of the base, all the people seemed a little impatient, but no one dared to show it.

Because they should have set off 20 minutes before.

And the reason why they have been standing by until now.

It's because the people in that barracks haven't finished their breakfast yet.

(End of chapter)