Battle of the Third Reich

Lieutenant Hansen could clearly see the arched windows of that tall and old building and the little muzzle flames emanating from those windows without using telescopes.

As the distance dwindled, and the mood had calmed down from the initial panic, the realistic British attack became precise and dense.

The German machine guns behind the bunker at the rear of the car were unable to perform their normal firepower. Their shooting was interrupted by dense bullets next to the bunker’s shooting mouth. The machine gunner and the commander crouched behind the sandbags while cursing. The two **** crazy British machine gunners in the attic of the church were waiting for the opportunity to give color to each other.

The soldiers in this modified truck compartment are well aware that they should first ensure that they will not be sent to Valhalla by a bullet that is not long-sighted, and then they can consider how to improve their status there.

The German Army has no shortage of warriors, but they generally choose their brave timing rationally. After all, no one joins the army in order to go to heaven. Words such as decorating tombstones with medals just sound beautiful.

The only thing that can continue to exert the poor attack power of this truck is the mg34 that is inserted in the rear window of the cab. The situation of Caorich is not very good. The lower shooting port is very narrow, and the horizon is not very good. The interference of the British bullets is even worse. Now Caorich can only shoot blindly by feeling.

And some bullets had already penetrated the layer of sandbags, and some small bumps began to appear on the metal rear wall of the truck.

"It's time, Wolf, turn around, blitz!"

Caorich bent over to look at Wolf's side mirror. Now the upper part of the mirror is gone, and now the German sergeant can only rely on the broken lower half Driving in the fragmented image in the rearview mirror, Wolf could be annoyed.

Hearing the captain's order, Wolfe decisively depressed the brakes, and the unprepared group of guys in the rear compartment suddenly rolled into a ball in the rain, even the fierce gunfire could not cover their exclamation. With screams.

Wolf quickly shifted gears, and then stepped **** the throttle, listening to the group of guys screaming again over the gunshot, and the sergeant's mouth showed a mischievous smile.

In the gentle wilderness, the truck turned its head with a startlingly flexible movement. Opel was finally able to give it its proper performance. With the British people's surprised eyes, this ugly truck madly accelerated and rushed onto the dirt road outside the church at a distance of tens of meters from the church wall. The dust and the screams of the German soldiers jumped towards the door of the outer wall.

Both the British and the Germans outside the wall were stunned by the fact that this dull monster suddenly became alive and kicking. The two sides even forgot to shoot each other in an instant, and everyone looked at the car dumbfounded. Strange things bouncing towards the gate.

The gate on the exterior wall of this church is like the gates on the exterior walls of other French churches. There is a thick arched retaining wall beside the solid pillar, and now there are a bunch of German officers and soldiers in front of each retaining wall because of that block The beautiful brick wall is the strongest and largest shelter between the entire wall, where they don’t have to lie in the mud like their comrades under the wall.

"Damn, it rushed over, hidden!"

A German corporal shouted in panic. For a time, all the dogs jumped in front of the gate. The Germans crawled and dodge towards both sides. No one wanted to persevere in the rain of gunfire but was killed by this ugly thing.

German soldiers lay on the ground and watched the truck rushing towards themselves. British machine gun bullets hit the bulging front of the truck like raindrops.

Fragments of camouflage fireproof cloth wrapped in sandbags flew in the air, the exposed engine radiator was covered with bullet holes, the Opel sign was broken in half, they could clearly see steam and cooling water from those bullet holes and cracks It sprayed out in the middle and shone like a snowflake in the sun.

The terrible car accident expected by the German soldiers did not occur, and with a harsh mechanical friction, the truck stopped by the door post on the right side of the gate.

"Quick, get off, get off all."

Caorich shoved Nimitz, who curled his head down with his head down, and shouted back through the rear window.

"Get off the car, get off the car and move everything down."

Hafgen and Hanson yelled loudly, while slamming the helmets of some unsettled soldiers crouching in the carriage.

The soldiers hurriedly acted, saying that it was porting, but in that case they were obviously looking for death. They were still under the guns of the British, and the bullets rubbed their heads and whizzing around.

The German soldiers could not care about any military regulations anymore. The two soldiers pulled out the latches on the right side of the car's baffle. Several soldiers then used their pedals to overturn the sandbag wall and the outer baffle. There was a burst of dust.

Then the soldiers held their breath and struggled to push the ammunition boxes and weapons in the carriage down the car.

Carrying a handful of mg34, Caorishvi jumped off the truck.

He first leaned into the gap between the cab and the door post and looked in the direction of the church, then turned around and gave orders to the German soldiers who were lying on the ground and watching him.

"What are you guys doing on the ground, don't hurry to help, move the ammunition and weapons to the wall."

In the captain's anger, German soldiers climbed up from the ground as fast as they woke up. Everyone had a saved expression on their faces. The soldiers scrambled toward the ammunition box and the scattered sidecars Weapons pounced.

"Wolf, Nimitz, have you seen the tower? The two of you took this machine gun to set fire points over there and suppressed the window. That machine gun is a great threat to us."

Caorich said Wolfe and Nimitz had pointed to the tower on the side of the church before the gap.

"Understood, sir."

Wolfe nodded firmly and took the machine gun from Caorich.

"You are hurt?"

Caorich frowned at the wound on the sergeant's forehead.

"It doesn't matter, it was scratched by the fragments of the window glass."

"Be careful, I still need you."

"Relax, sir. Let's go, ensign."

Wolfe grinned and then ran quickly towards the nearest wall post with the Nimitz cat on his waist.

"Sir Caulich! Is it you?"

At this time, Fred's shouting sounded on the other side of the truck.

"It's me, Fred. I heard that you guy is going to Valhalla. I decided to come and help you personally."

Caorich shouted with a smile.

"Sorry, sir, let you down, I will work hard."

Fred replied loudly, and he could hear him very happy now.

"Sir, I'm here, cover me."

"No problem, everyone paid attention, covered the shooting, and sent the **** British guys to hell! Fire!"

At one time there were gunshots in front of the door, and the dozen or so infantrymen who added ammunition and morale to the door at the first time even fired two rounds of salvos on the cloister on the first floor of the church. It stopped its noisy singing.

A few seconds later, Sergeant Major Fred stumbled around the truck and appeared in front of Caorich. Caorich was curious that he was not alone through the dangerous gate. Dragging a guy wearing a ridiculous white silk nightgown.

"Fred, I'm glad to see you are fine."

Caorich's gaze paused a bit on the guy wearing the clown and then turned to his platoon leader. He slammed Fred's shoulder and said loudly.

"I am also very happy to see you. I did not expect that you will come to support us in person. I am very sorry. I worry you."

"Don't say this, you are my subordinates, I can't let you be killed by that group of British guys. Tell me about the situation."

"We patrolled this church at 10:12 in the morning. I decided to search it to prevent the British soldiers who were missing from the net from hiding here. As a result, we were suddenly attacked by the British in the yard, and there were four on the spot The soldiers were killed.

Then we quickly evacuated the yard, and two soldiers were injured on the way back. I originally thought that there were only a few British soldiers in the church, but when we launched the attack, we realized how outrageous this speculation was. The number of British people was more than I thought. The firepower was unexpectedly strong. Wait until When I discovered the seriousness of the problem, we had no chance of retreating, so we were stuck here. "

"I see, how about the casualties of the troops."

"Very serious. Fourteen were killed in the battle, and the remaining six were wounded, but most of them were not too serious. Everyone except a serious injury can continue to fight. The key is that the ammunition is almost finished, so your reinforcements come Is the right time."

"That is to say, with the people I brought here, it is almost a platoon that can fight, very well, I think this person is enough."

"What do you want to do, sir?"

Fred looked at Caorich excitedly.

"Have you figured out the situation of the British?"

Caorich asked.

"It's basically clear. I just wanted to report this to you. I feel there must be a problem."

Fred dragged the man he brought, and then spoke loudly to the other person.

"You tell me what you said to me again. Don't play tricks. My officer is not as good as me."

Caorich tilted his head and looked at the guy in a tubular nightgown in front of him who was wearing a nightcap.

This man is about fifty years old, with gray temples under his nightcap, and a pair of gray eyes that makes Caorich uncomfortable. The skin is well maintained and looks rosy and healthy.

The white silk gown covered with dust and grass leaves is not very good in style, but it is very elegant in terms of the cross lace of the neckline or the material. The fine white smooth hands carry several silver rings inlaid with gems. This person will definitely not be the French farmer nearby. From his appearance, it can be seen that this is a guy who has always maintained respect and status and status.

"Is this man a priest?"

Caorich saw an exquisite cross hanging on the guy's chest. This is not something that ordinary believers like to use to express faith. This style is generally used as a cleric's identity.

"Yes, he is the priest of this church."

Fred nodded and answered.

"Jean. Ville. Sebel, my name is Jean. Ville. Sebel, Mr. Captain, I'm Saint-Ghenzi. Father of the Church of Louis."

Although the German pronunciation is a little blunt, it is still accurate, and the priest nodded respectfully to Caorich.

"Tell me, dear Father Sebel, why are there so many British people with guns hidden in your church." Caorich asked with a smile.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Captain, this matter has nothing to do with me. I swear in the name of God that I did not participate in their conspiracy." the priest cried in panic.

"It has nothing to do with you? I don't think so. Now tell what you know, and who are they? What conspiracy?" Caorich sinked his face.

"It's them, the people in those villages, Warren. Stan, he opened a watch shop in the town, and Harry. Delt, he's a buddy in the butcher's shop, and Jean. Barr, he's a dentist. Blessed Dyke. Warren, he repairs electrical appliances. God is above, I was blinded by them, I thought they were all good people, but I didn’t think of it... For God’s sake, I really and They don’t matter."

Father Sebel stammered.

"What do these people say have to do with this matter now?"

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Captain, you will understand after listening to me. One day Warren. Stan, the one who opened the watch store told me that he and some friends have a batch of goods to be temporarily stored with me. , I didn’t really know what those were at that time, I thought they were just some private goods as usual. They gave me some storage fees, and I let them put things in the basement of the church, Mr. Captain, I asked God I swear at the time that I didn’t even know that those boxes contained arms."

"as usual?"

Caorich stared at the priest squinting, this guy obviously had a lot of convictions.

"You said it was arms? How many arms?"

"More than thirty large boxes filled the basement warehouse. Ten of them contained rifles. Each box contained twenty, all of which were new. Another box was a larger gun with a barrel. Handles."

"It's the Bren machine gun." Fred said beside him.

"Yes, Brunn...the machine gun, with six branches, is also brand new." The priest nodded.

"The rest of the box is full of bullets and rubber pieces wrapped in paper, and it smells bad."

"Zha medicine."

Fred looked at Caorich and said, Caorich nodded frowning.

"Next, priest."

This guy is really a reliable "custodian".

"I was so scared when I discovered these things. I went to them and asked them clearly. As a result, they told me a lot of things that I didn't understand, and what they said as a Frenchman must serve the motherland. God, I am a Pious priests, secular nations and the like are not issues that I should consider. I have entrusted my life to God. I am a servant of God and only serve God..."

"Sai... Father Bell, we now know that you are a servant of a godly god."

Caorich turned his attention to the soldiers who were lying on the wall with their rifles waiting.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Captain, you must know that I am very sorry that I have not reported this matter to the German side. You know, I am a clergyman. It is my duty to bring those lost lambs back to God. They may be punished by the Germans. My kindness made me make this serious mistake for a while. Mr. Captain, I don’t know if you can ask your boss for love, I’m just a humble servant of God, Is it possible to forgive me for making mistakes because I was too soft?"

"How much did they give you?"

"15,000 francs... ah, no, Mr. Captain, don't get me wrong, I didn't tell them not for this..."

"I know that you are a devout believer, and your kindness blinded your eyes."

Caorich nodded with a smile.