big devil holmes

Chapter 366: Stay away from coordinates ([-])

All the soldiers on the front line know that it is a great disrespect for Miss Nightingale to show doubts, but at this moment, the field officer in front of him is not only questioning, he is even using a look like looking at a madman. He looked at the other person, because he didn't understand why the great Miss Nightingale had such thoughts.

Is it because she has been so well protected these days that she doesn't feel the danger on the battlefield?

Even if this is true, she must have seen what a real war is like on the way here, so how could she have such unrealistic thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you do this." The officer refused directly: "It's not that I won't implement your request, it's just that it's within the scope of the demonic tide.

A team of 400 people is trapped, which means that the number of demons encountered will definitely not be small, and you just said that you only brought two people.

This this."

In fact, he didn't know how to evaluate the other party now. If it weren't for his absolute respect for the girl in front of him, he would have scolded her all over his face.

Nightingale seemed a little anxious, and she didn't know when she got into the habit. In short, when Sherlock was around and she was in trouble, she would subconsciously look over him immediately.

She had no reason to think that the other party would definitely do something.

At this moment, Sherlock was curiously looking at a group of soldiers equipped with steam armor in the distance walking onto the transport vehicle. He was wondering in his mind, if the shock-absorbing effect and defense of this armor were strong enough, would it be possible in the future? Get some cannons, stuff people in them, and then fire them directly towards the battlefield location, eliminating the possibility of being blocked on the way, saving time, and it also has a built-in strike effect when it lands, so you can do more than one thing with one stone.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw from the corner of his eye that the girl beside him was looking at him for help.
He heard the conversation just now clearly, so he understood what the other party wanted him to do, and sighed helplessly:
"Hey, let us go. If we want to protect her, two people are enough." Sherlock said.

The reception officer followed the sound and noticed that this unkempt guy not far away was neither wearing a military uniform nor the clothes of the accompanying medical team. He was a little angry for a moment, but fortunately he could suppress it:
"Do you know what you are talking about? This is a battlefield, not a place you take for granted! Also, who are you?"

"A detective in the employ of Miss Nightingale, whose safety is provided for by me."

Sherlock said truthfully.

But when these words came to the officer's ears, they became extremely unreasonable.

"detective???"

A frontline officer probably couldn't figure out why a detective would appear on the battlefield, but now he didn't have time to think about it. He just took a few hurried steps to Sherlock: "I don't care what's going on in your head." What are you thinking about? In short, this is completely different from protecting your client from being murdered in the city. What you have to face is the devil!!"

"I know, I know." Sherlock tilted his head, probably thinking that the other party's voice was too loud: "But two people are definitely enough to protect her. Even if you tell me where the people who need rescue are, , we can just go by ourselves. Compared with walking with the support team, it will be more convenient if there are fewer people on the road."

The officer in front of him had his cheeks bulging. He now felt as if he was trying to reason with a naughty child. No matter what he said, the other party turned a deaf ear and only insisted on his ridiculous ideas, so he grabbed Sherlock's windbreaker. He lowered his voice and said fiercely: "It's so convenient! Do you know that the base agreed to use the place 10 kilometers away as a temporary treatment point, which is already the limit?
Do you think I don’t want the medical staff to rush over quickly?

That blocked unit is mine!The trapped soldiers are all my soldiers. Do you think I am not in a hurry? !

But if Miss Nightingale is injured, how can you afford to take responsibility?How do you want me to explain to the frontline military and the people of the empire? "

The officer growled with bloodshot eyes.

However, this kind of low roar did not affect Sherlock at all. He definitely did not want to verify his heroism on the battlefield, nor did he want to show off some of his abilities. In fact, he really felt that if he wore crimson and held It would be much safer and faster for Nightingale to rush directly to the destination than to follow the support troops.

One person and one demon may not be able to change the situation of the battle, but if it is just this kind of mission, it couldn't be more convenient.

then
"Who can find the thickest military combat uniform, goggles, and gloves? In short, wrap yourself tightly. If we go too fast in a while, the wind pressure will be great." Sherlock ignored the officer in front of him and said shouted the girl not far away.

The officer was confused. Is this guy looking for death? Dare he use such a tone to sound like Miss Nightingale?
next second.
"it is good!"

The girl behind him agreed immediately without even thinking about it.

Then, Sherlock looked at Watson again: "Do me a favor and tell the transport team to remove the repair solution from the container in the last carriage. Crimson's injury should be almost recovered."

"it is good."

Watson also nodded, and like Nightingale, gave an extremely simple and direct answer, then turned and walked quickly towards the back of the transport convoy.

The guy's proposal in front of him was so unrealistic, but the two people mentioned carried it out without hesitation. This scene was completely incomprehensible to the officer. Fortunately, his rationality allowed him to recover quickly. Of course, he couldn't rush over and grab Miss Nightingale to stop her from going crazy with this guy, so he could only forcefully prepare to call the guards and arrest the bastard man in front of him first.

Sherlock probably understood what the other party wanted to do, and asked suddenly and without any connection:
"Um, you should have read the mission report from the 404 theater recently."

The receiving officer did not take the time to answer the other party's questions, but his expression showed that he had read it.

Not only had they seen it, but they had also studied it repeatedly. The entire battalion had watched the dozen kilograms of film seven or eight times, and every time they watched it again, it seemed to be able to faintly shock their hearts.

In fact, except for the Hell's Gate Expeditionary Force, which went too far into the Antarctic continent and couldn't pass through for newspaper delivery, all other war zones have basically studied the battle reports and high-altitude bird's-eye view of that mission.But why is this bastard asking this now?

The next second, Sherlock gave the answer:
"Oh, I just want to say that the person in the battle report is me."

He responded calmly.

In fact, he didn't want to let too many people know that he was related to that mission. After all, it was too troublesome. But now, if he wants to make the officer in front of him calm down, this is the most direct and effective way:

"You are professionals and should be able to roughly judge what kind of abilities I have. That old guy Ulysses beat me for 5 minutes regardless of the cost. He just lifted my windbreaker pocket. I can travel through a The mission area under intensive bombing can naturally reach the place you just pointed out safely. Therefore, if you continue to stop me, then the person who needs to explain to the military afterwards is probably not us, but you. "

Ten minutes later, a support team of 10 people had been assembled, equipped with mobile heavy artillery, extremely fast transport vehicles and armored combat vehicles, as well as 300 fully armored trucks carrying huge demon sedative containers. The heavy military base The metal side door slowly rose upwards. Along with the water mist brought by the hot steam, the convoy roared out of the base and moved quickly towards the rescue. If they were lucky, they could reach the other party's location within two hours. , which can increase the survival rate of trapped soldiers to more than 25%.

In the convoy, there was an armored transport vehicle with more than twenty people sitting in it. They were not wearing heavy steam armor, but ordinary winter clothes. Some of them were not even wearing winter clothes. The breath they exhaled in the car was... It's covered in white mist, but I don't feel cold either.

Because these people are all third-level great contractors.

Their strong physical fitness allows them to completely ignore the severe cold, and during the support process after a while, they do not need to rush out to participate in the battle like those soldiers. They only need to follow the large team and concentrate on controlling the armored vehicle. Just be your own demon.

There is no need for powerful weapons and equipment, and there is no need to go deep into dangerous situations. Moreover, every third-level demon has combat power that human soldiers absolutely cannot have. All these advantages make the Contractors an extremely valued combat unit on the battlefield. , their treatment and status are also very high.

However, at this time, the contractors were sitting in the car with their brows furrowed and looking out the window from time to time.

Seeing the red and white humanoid demon following the team, they always felt a little awkward.

It takes a huge amount of mental energy for a contractor to control a third-level demon, so unless they are in the process of performing a mission, few people will move the demon out casually, especially during the period before the battle. Every trace of unnecessary mental energy is consumed. , are extremely stupid behaviors.

So why would a person ignore it and let a demon trot behind the convoy?Doesn't this guy know that he is about to face a battle? How dare he waste energy so casually?

And then I thought that in the convoy, there was Miss Nightingale sitting in a car, and before leaving, the military had specially instructed all personnel to put the mission first and the safety of Miss Nightingale. There is no need to worry at all, because she has a very strong team around her responsible for her safety, and no matter what this team does, try not to stop it.

Well, the security team that can protect Miss Nightingale must be incredibly strong guys. This group of third-level contractor warriors on the front line can understand this, and the military has asked itself not to block the opponent's actions. That shows that the military has strong confidence in this security team.

However, what these Crusader soldiers don't quite understand is that there seems to be no security team in the entire support team. From beginning to end, it is actually just a temporary steam locomotive, not even an armored vehicle.

Could it be that the security team has a battlefield airship looking down at the ground above the clouds?

With their thoughts at this point, a few people even wanted to stick their heads out of the car window to see if there was a floating behemoth following them in the sky above them.

Of course, if anyone really looks up to the sky, they will find that there is nothing there except blue sky and white clouds.

Because in the entire security team, there is actually only Sherlock.
He didn't even take Watson with him, because Sherlock said very rationally that he would take Miss Nightingale directly as soon as the position was almost there. When the time comes, Crimson starts running, and you won't be able to keep up.

Watson also thought about it very rationally and said that it was indeed the case. Although he felt that it was a little psychologically alarming to let Sherlock and Miss Nightingale be alone, but hundreds of people's lives were waiting to be rescued, so he had no choice but to Agreed with Sherlock's suggestion.

In the simple and lightweight steam locomotive, Sherlock held the steering wheel and sat side by side with Miss Nightingale. Among the huge armored vehicles three to four meters high, this normal locomotive seemed a bit awkward.

At this moment, Nightingale was wearing a set of cold-proof clothing worn by a female soldier. The thick military cap was fastened with windproof goggles, which completely covered the softness of her body, but revealed a trace of hardness and heroism that were not easily noticed in the past.

This time the demonic tide came with extremely ferocious force. After contacting the demonic group, a huge firefighting area spanning more than 50 kilometers was formed. Demonic demons have one completely different difference from humans, that is, most of them Demons do not have high intelligence. They only rely on instinct to act. This is sometimes regarded as an advantage for humans against demons, but when the demonic tide strikes, it is also the most troublesome attribute for humans.

Because they don't understand fear, they will not retreat at all when they see the overwhelming flames of war and the corpses of their kind, and they don't even have the intention of slowing down. Instead, the blood and gunpowder smoke make them even more crazy, hungry and unscrupulous. He used his body to rush straight into the torrent of steel, sprinkling large tracts of blood on the white snow, and then rushed forward crazily, crossing the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and continued to rush, and continued to rush forward.

Although the trapped team is located on the side of the main battlefield, no one knows when those brainless demons will lead the war here.

After more than 40 minutes of high-speed travel, the reinforcement convoy finally managed to move beyond the reach of the war zone.

At this moment, the unexpected small motorcycle in the convoy suddenly pulled out of the convoy, and then slowly parked aside.

The soldiers in the armored car all noticed this scene, and they all knew that Miss Nightingale was riding in that car, so they couldn't help but cast curious or worried eyes. Then, they saw that The car door was opened.

A tightly wrapped female soldier walked out of the car, wearing a cold hat and goggles, and her face could not be seen at all.

And following out, there was another man. In such a cold temperature, he was only wearing an old windbreaker, rolling and dancing violently in the biting wind.

It wasn't until the large demon that had been following the convoy appeared in front of the two of them, blocking them from the strong wind, that the messy hair finally fell down quietly.Then, this demon lowered himself, just like the knights in ancient documents, waiting for the queen to bestow glory.

The man first lightly jumped onto the devil's shoulder, and then stretched out his hand to the female soldier below, making an invitation gesture.
(End of this chapter)