big devil holmes

Chapter 348

No one introduced him, and no one whispered the name, but the atmosphere around him changed at that moment, and Sherlock knew clearly that the veteran in front of him was Major General Ulysses.

In the empire, all officers at or above the school level will basically have a very good home, sitting at the command headquarters, or enjoying extremely high treatment and respect in the military in a certain logistics department, until they reach the age of retirement, and return to their hometown to take care of themselves. Tian Nian.

There is no need to doubt whether those school-level officers have the ability to deploy and command, because except for civilian officers, most of the people who climbed to this position based on their performance are leaders of some important battles. It is impossible for there to be a person who only knows how to deploy and command. Soldiers who kill enemies on the battlefield may be promoted to major by virtue of the weight of the demon's blood on their hands.

But in holy history, there happen to be two extremes.

One is the incredible sword that pierced half of the Antarctic continent 33 years ago, rushed straight to the gate of hell, and shook the gods from the sky to stop the entire war.

The second one is the reorganized assault battalion led by Major General Ulysses, the 50 immortal soldiers who never seem to tire or fall.

In fact, if calculated, Baskerville should also have the honor of becoming a school-level officer, but this man's honor has almost been erased for various reasons that are unimaginable.

For example, during a certain coalition mission, he became red-eyed and uncontrollably killed two friendly demons, causing his contractor to suffer huge backlash and could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

For example, one night, I heard a civil servant coughing while smoking. I looked at the brand of the other person's cigarettes and broke more than a dozen of his bones. After rescuing him, my life was saved.

In addition, he also contradicts his superiors, disobeys the deployment, acts without permission during missions, forces subordinate soldiers to eat demon flesh and blood, beats friendly soldiers to contract with demons, etc. In short, now that guy is just barely maintaining a position that will not be sent away. Court martial.

Let’s talk about the Major General Ulysses in front of us. In fact, looking from a distance, this veteran does not look like an officer at all. Even among the soldiers, he is the one with the least appearance, the least display of military discipline, and the least solemnity. In terms of beauty, if I have to describe it, he is like a refugee wandering on the battlefield.

His gray hair was like clumps of hay, which seemed to have merged with the white-capped snow-capped mountains in the distance. The frostbite on his face that had healed and recurred many times made him look particularly pitiful. He was dressed in an old coat. After being mended and mended, one can only vaguely see the appearance of the oldest military uniform from that time. However, such a person needs the support of external objects to stand, but he is still as simple as the simplest sword hidden in the sheath. The long spear covered with frost and rust depended on each other, exuding a stoic and calm yet murderous quality.

A major general built on demon corpses, and a veteran who is over 50 years old and still unwilling to leave the battlefield.

After fighting for a lifetime, the only choice is to keep fighting, because if you don’t fight, you will not be able to do anything. Such people have long been unable to survive in a normal society, so there is always only one destination for veterans, and that is death. On the war zone.

"It's you?"

After looking at each other for a few minutes, he didn't know how the other party's white pupils could see the scene here clearly. In short, he asked in a deep voice.

Second Lieutenant Millsap immediately stepped out of the queue, struck his left chest hard, and gestured to the veteran in front of him with the most standard imperial military salute:
"Report sir! It's us!"

This is an extremely weird scene. Two groups of people who are going to compete on the battlefield tomorrow meet, but there is no part of challenging each other, ridiculing or ridiculing. Instead, one party has to express the most sincere respect to the other party, because the one who looks like A man who is more than ten years older than his actual age is a major general.

"Fight well tomorrow and fight with all your strength. Although you will lose, don't lose the face of the frontline soldiers!" Major General Ulysses said calmly.The words just fell
Perhaps because he heard the voice, from the barracks behind him, a veteran who seemed to be older than Major General Ulysses walked out. He was short, with a face full of furrows and wrinkles, and no hair. However, with his extremely thick snow-white beard and muscular muscles that were completely incompatible with his withered skin, he was only wearing a single piece of clothing in such a cold environment, making him look like a piece of iron exposed to the cold wind. pimple.

This person was holding a wine bottle in his hand and his face was red from drinking. As soon as he saw a group of people standing not far away, he immediately understood what was going on and laughed loudly: "

Haha, it seems that you and the so-called white mice who control the wild demons haven't met yet. Let me tell you that I hope they will not be killed by you because of some unexpected circumstances that suddenly appear. Eaten by the devil. "

The voice is hearty and loud, but extremely harsh.
He actually cheered for tomorrow's opponent. What kind of arrogance was this? He clearly didn't take the elite talents selected by the military seriously.Moreover, in front of this group of people, he called the batch of warriors who passed the wild demon matching experiment 'white rats'.

This is not only disdain for those soldiers, but also contempt for the entire wild demon controlled experiment. From this, it can be seen that the entire commando camp is extremely resistant to the military's new combat ideas. .

However, there was silence all around. Millsap's military posture was straight, but his face was slightly red. A trace of struggle flashed in the eyes of some officers standing behind. This disdain brought the strongest humiliation and anger to these soldiers. But no one dared to refute, or even speak out, because in the military, subordinates cannot contradict their superiors, because the wild demon has indeed never participated in any actual combat, because the other party does have the strength to despise themselves, because tomorrow's mission, really Can't beat it.

Therefore, after a few simple words, this group of 40 people seemed to have lost the battle and were listening to the superior's lectures with great self-blame.
Only Sherlock stood on the edge of the team and listened, pulling at the snow on the ground with his toes. He thought about how much effort he had spent on this experiment last year, and also thought about the people beside him in the past half month. This group of soldiers suffered at his hands and tried to take revenge on themselves, but in the end they stood collectively at the door of their rooms and apologized in unison.

This feeling is a bit like that little wild cat kept under the stairs of Baker Street.

Although he had no feelings for it, he bought cat food for it after all.

After all, he raised it himself.

Therefore, Sherlock suddenly felt his ears were itchy, so he took them out in an inconspicuous manner:

"I heard that the one with the lowest military rank in our camp is also a major."

In such silence, such a voice suddenly sounded. Although it was not loud, it was extremely clear and abrupt. It could not help but attract everyone's attention at once:

"Also, I said, old man, you are already a major general, so why don't you retire well and enjoy a comfortable life?

If you still want to stay on the battlefield, then be an honest soldier.

It's a bit annoying for someone like you to do the work of a frontline soldier while holding the title of major general to suppress others. "

(End of this chapter)