These servants invited from the Temple of Light all have varying degrees of disability or deformity, if you put aside their noble status, just look at these distorted bodies, then these guys are undoubtedly the most sympathetic disabled people in society, even begging on the street, can rely on their distorted bodies, the kind that is more than other homeless people.

If this kind of person rides in a vehicle, then it will be very uncomfortable to bump, plus in the front-line theater to which the Redek Strait belongs, 99.9% of the vehicles are military vehicles with strong armor attached, and because in the cold and fighting, those useless springs will age at a very fast speed, resulting in these cars will never be equipped with any shock absorption system.

In short, it is reasonable that the servants of God would feel displeased about this.

Second Lieutenant Millsap said to himself, a kind apology on his face: "I'm really sorry, but please try to overcome it." ”

"Overcome?" The ascetic in front of him frowned, in such a cold place, this ascetic was still wearing a simple linen robe, and his feet were in the ice and snow like this, from the speculation, this ascetic should be a second-order, at least first-stage contractor, and the reason why he was still wearing such a simple dress in such an extreme environment was of course not because he was showing the strength of his body, but showing his sincere respect for the divine servants, and at the same time showing his humility.

Regardless of the religious beliefs of any era, such ascetics are not uncommon, because they have no money, no career, no connections, and other skills, so they can only show their piety by destroying their own bodies and their humble status.

But even if it is humble, it is also humbled to the Holy Light, to the servants of God, when facing the imperial officer in front of him, the ascetic raised his head slightly, stern, but also puzzled:

"How do you want the honorable servants of God to overcome?

How long do you want the Servants of God to overcome?

Did it just go on and over until the end of this expedition? ”

Millsap thought to himself, yes, that's what I meant, isn't it just a bump, it's upside down, and I'm used to it.

However, before he could figure out how to express his meaning euphemistically, the tone of the ascetic in front of him changed from harsh to reprimanded:

"Servants of God are all very fragile, so do you know why they are like this?

That's because of the service of the Light, which is a blessing from the Light, and at the same time, the Light is the greatest dependence of human beings for survival, so the bodies of the servants of God are also made like this for the survival of all mankind.

It was a divine body, a body worthy of respect.

Now, the Divine Servants are tired and feel sore because of the bumps, but you let the adults overcome it?

How can you say such a thing?

Don't you know that the Servants of God have come to the front line to bring the light to this land? If you are unable to channel the Light because of fatigue along the way, can you afford this responsibility? ”

"Eh" Millsap was a little speechless for a while, the human expedition must be carried out under the shroud of holy light, so this responsibility, no one can afford it, after a while, he finally asked apologetically: "Then I don't know what a few divine servants mean?" ”

"Rest where we are and change the vehicle we are in."

"Ah???h Millsap was stunned for a moment, and quickly explained: "But. . . Almost all the cars in the front-line theater look like this, even if they are replaced, there will be no difference. ”

"Then find a way to make it a little more comfortable!" The ascetic said with a slight anger, and then did not listen to the other party's other explanations, and left directly.

During this time, the sun had set on the other side of the mountain, and the golden sunset that had lasted for months had disappeared, replaced by an empty deep blue sky and clearly visible stars, and the procession had been in place for more than an hour, and Sherlock finally couldn't bear the loneliness and came to Millsap's convoy.

"So, you're going to actually convert a few armored vehicles to the way they want them to?" Sherlock's expression was a little gloomy: "Yet. Putting a sofa in the car? ”

There was something absurd and uncanny in his tone.

For the most part, this emotion is brought to others, but Sherlock's absurdity is usually tinged with a sense of shock, and during the march, sewing a sofa out of the soldiers' cotton clothes and quilts, and stuffing this sofa into an armored car, this absurdity has a ridiculous flavor.

"Then what can I do, the military left these divine servants in our convoy, in order to serve them well." Millsap sighed, presumably still hinting to himself that ensuring the comfort of the Divine Servants along the way was also an important part of laying the Light, and everything he did was for the victory of the expedition and for the future of mankind.

This kind of self-persuasion is efficient and high, after all, the whole thing seems to be like this, so he gladly accepted these seemingly unreasonable demands of the servants of God.

For example, you can take a break at any time, adjust the speed of your team, eat according to their eating habits, and so on

And just yesterday morning, a servant of the gods wanted to eat fresh green beans, but at the front, fresh supplies must only be available in military bases, and only canned food in the troops traveling far away, and after some time explaining with an accompanying ascetic, Captain Millsap had to compromise again and send a team of three to quickly return to the base and then turn back to the team.

In a makeshift barracks, Sherlock and Nightingale sat at a table and ate simple food, but the sun was tilting and moving southward, causing the light to get dim and even light in the room.

Fortunately, most of the people in the military are very familiar with Sherlock, and Nightingale, as the head of the entire front-line medical team, does not have to worry about someone chattering behind her back, and most importantly, there are no reporters from Rausch, which makes both her and Sherlock feel a little more relaxed.

"To be honest, I'm really curious about how those divine servants brought the Holy Light to this continent." Nightingale stirred the cup of inferior coffee in front of her, and thought thoughtfully: "If you just carry a small box containing holy light as the legend says, then why do you have to let the servants of the gods come in person, and you can't send this kind of box to the major military regions, and then let the soldiers bury it in the ground along the way?" ”

"Of course not." Sherlock muttered weakly: "Even the ammunition on the front line needs to be transported by the military personally, and it is impossible for those cargo ships along the strait to transport it privately, let alone the Holy Light."

Besides, in addition to the role of the Holy Light in isolating demons, more importantly, it is to give the front-line soldiers a kind of psychological sustenance, I can imagine that now thousands of kilometers away, our advance army must have encountered countless bloody battles, from beginning to end, the newspapers we read, the news we get is about the bright future of mankind, and what kind of results this expedition will achieve in the end.

But no one has ever said how many people will die and how much blood will be left.

Because this number must have reached an extremely terrifying point, saying it will even shake the morale of the army, then, the arrival of the divine servants is to suppress the psychological pressure brought by death to the front-line soldiers, just like before the war, if the leaders of the military region personally come to practice for the soldiers, then the morale of this battle will definitely be higher than doing nothing. ”

Nightingale looked at the black liquid in the cup silently, even if she had seen a lot of death, but when she thought about every minute, every second, there were imperial soldiers dying, her heart was still extremely heavy, presumably those soldiers were thinking in their hearts before they died, just a certain position not far away, a certain divine servant was bringing the omnipotent holy light to the battlefield where he had fought, and his death should also have some kind of glorious attribute.

But those soldiers would never have imagined that in fact, the Holy Light Temple had only sent 7 divine servants to the front line, and besides, after so many days, they had only walked a few dozen kilometers forward.

What's even more unexpected is that they are riding in a car with a sofa, and every day they will pose all kinds of problems to the accompanying team because of food or some strange reasons.

Well, these people are servants of God after all. They deserve better.

Just thinking of those dead soldiers, Nightingale felt very depressed and sour, and poured a few sips of coffee, but there was no relief.

And that's when .

There seemed to be some movement outside the barracks door, Sherlock frowned, got up and walked towards the outside of the house, pushed open the door, and saw several soldiers not far away carrying stretchers, hurrying towards this side.

And on the stretcher they were carrying lay a man, one hand had been cut off from the part of the lower arm, the red and white flesh and bones were clearly visible, the top of the fracture was tied with a rubber belt, but the blood was still flowing outward, some soldiers in order to relieve the pain of this person, constantly covered his arm with snow, but the weak roar continued, it made people tremble, and I don't know if it was because of blood loss, or cold, this person was already a little blue, and kept shivering.

"What's going on?" Sherlock asked.

"I met a few demons that suddenly appeared, and I accidentally bit off my arm." A soldier said.

This sentence will make people feel contradictory when they hear it, although this is a front-line medical team, but the accompanying soldiers are not stupid, even if there is a void crack suddenly opened in front of someone, the moment the demon inside drilled out, it is estimated that it has been beaten into a sieve, how can someone be bitten off his arm.

Therefore, Sherlock knew almost instantly that this person should be one of the members of the three-person team that returned to the 404 war zone the day before yesterday to get fresh ingredients.

Also because of the noise, Nightingale also walked out of the barracks, and the moment she saw the soldier on the stretcher, she looked terrified, immediately threw the coffee cup in her hand on the ground, and rushed over without thinking.

"How long has it been since the injury? What about the hands?! In the face of the injured, she did not ask about the cause and effect, but directly asked two important questions related to treatment.

"It's been almost two hours, hand. Chewed by the devil. ”

Nightingale's ability can only repair the injury, but it can't be reborn with a severed limb, if the newly severed arm is applied to the severed limb, and the severed part has not been lost blood and necrosis, there is a slight chance that it will heal, but it is useless to say anything now: "We don't want to disturb you, it's just that the injury is a little urgent, and we just returned to camp"

"Excuse me?" Nightingale interrupted the other party with some anger, which was a rare expression of anger on her part: "This man is hurt!" I'm the head of the frontline medical team, what do you think of me? A sculpture or a vase that needs to be hung on the wall?! ”

She scolded as she placed her hand on the wounded man's severed limb, and in a few seconds, the broken place began to heal slowly, and the weak moans from pain and blood loss finally eased slightly, and gradually, the man on the stretcher closed his eyes, these hours of torment had already made him lose all his strength, and he was only passively awake because of the severe pain, and now that the pain was reduced, he passed out almost immediately.

And the arm had healed, and the section was covered with new flesh and skin, and it didn't look hideous, but it looked so miserable.

"Carry him in, prepare some hot water and painkillers, he'll wake up with the pain of his phantom limb later."

Nightingale commanded, and let the entourage carry the soldier into the barracks, Sherlock suddenly found that Nightingale always seemed to subconsciously show some kind of strong personality in the process of treatment, which formed a certain contrast with her usual gentle and even shy appearance.

If it were normal times, Sherlock would definitely smile when he thought of this.

But at this moment, he did not smile, but calmly looked at a scout who was talking to an ascetic not far away.

He also had some injuries on his body, and he thought he had returned to the camp with the soldier just now.

"What? Didn't bring back fresh ingredients? ”

"It's not a normal thing to encounter demons, aren't you always emphasizing that this is a battlefield?"

"Of course, I understand that I get hurt when fighting demons, and I also feel sorry for the soldier who lost his arm just now, but. What about green beans? ”

"Oh, in that case, it would be nice to send some more people back to fetch it, but quickly, you've been delayed for a long time."

These words reached Sherlock's ears word by word, and he looked at the ascetic, and then at a very well-built barracks in the distance, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the curtains, and saw the servants and adults waiting for fresh ingredients.

He knew that he was not angry, and there was no reason to be angry, just like the ascetic said, this is a battlefield, it is normal to encounter demons, and as a soldier of the human expeditionary force, it seems to be common for a demon to bite off an arm, as for those divine servants, it seems to make sense that they want to eat some fresh ingredients.

So, Sherlock was silent for a moment and walked towards the ascetic not far away.

(End of chapter)