"Florence Nightingale, I remember that name." A hint of surprise appeared on Mash's face, and she could not help turning to glance at Nightingale, who had already pulled Lawrence along to treat the next wounded person.
"Florence Nightingale—so it was her. Then it is not difficult to understand why she is here, helping the wounded tend to their injuries." Roman, back in Chaldea, showed a look of realization as he brought up Nightingale's records.
She was an unquestionably great woman, the founder and pioneer of medical statistics and modern nursing.
Born into a wealthy family in Florence, Italy, she had chosen to devote herself to the then-lowly profession of nursing. Resolutely heading to the front lines of war, she became known as the Angel of Crimea and the Lady with the Lamp. Legend had it that she had spoken with God and learned of her mission; thus, the British regarded Nightingale as a new Jeanne d'Arc.
By her efforts alone, she had forcibly brought Britain's wartime mortality rate, which had exceeded 40% due to improper handling, down to below 5%. Even the queen at the time had personally chosen to applaud her.
"Leave the rest to Miss Lawrence and Miss Nightingale. Mash, secure the front first—do not let anyone break through!"
Once they entered the battlefield, Fujimaru Ritsuka had finally gotten a clear view of the situation.
There were more than just two factions on this battlefield. Aside from the Celtic warriors and mechanical soldiers, there were also ordinary people caught up in the conflict—the Americans living on North American soil in this era.
Nightingale was very clearly part of a third faction.
"Mm! Understood!" Mash nodded, her expression turning serious. "Then, prepare to eliminate the Celtic warriors and mechanical soldiers!"
There were roughly several hundred Celts, while the mechanical