Battle of the Third Reich

"Okay, priest, don’t talk about the cross. Tell us more about the layout inside."

Caorich took a deep breath and thrust the bayonet firmly into the mud under his feet.

"This, of course, Mr. Captain. Here is the gate. There is a pool after entering the door. There are benches from there to the altar. Behind the altar is the organ and the icons of the dynasties. The left side of the altar is my sermon. On the right is the confession room.

Behind it are the lounge, dining room, kitchen, and utility room, as well as several handyman and apprentice bedrooms. The kitchen has a back door. On the left hand side of the kitchen is a staircase that leads to the second-floor corridor. There is a corridor on the right. There is a small door at the top that leads directly to the clock tower.

The first half of the corridor on the second floor is an ordinary corridor, only a small room at each of the two corners is used to store debris. There is a staircase that leads to the attic on the third floor. The entire attic is open, except for dust, there are only some abandoned chairs and furniture.

The back half of the corridor is my office and several living rooms. Here are all the walls, and I escaped from the secret path inside.

On the side of the utility room is the entrance to the cellar. The cellar is divided into two parts. There are four rooms in the left corridor for storing food and wine. There are three rooms on the right. The outermost one contains the arms and the middle one. With the valuables of the church, the innermost one was always empty, and the secret passage leading to the cave was in that room. "

Sebel pointed to the map and explained the internal structure of the church in detail.

"Areas of handymen and apprentices, are these people still in the church?"

Nimitz asked solemnly. The little guy seems to think that he should show the majesty of German officials in the face of ordinary civilians. Unfortunately, his age offsets all efforts. Instead, it makes people feel like a performance class student is playing Frederick or similar on the stage. The characters cannot give any deterrent force.

"This, Mr. Ensign..."

Sebel humbly spoke to the young German official with a flattering smile on his face.

That gentleman seemed to make Nimitz feel useful. The little guy's stomach is almost shy now.

"There is no one other than me in there. To know how these arms are, how could it be possible for others to live there again. After I found those arms, the big leave of the handyman and the apprentice was put on the same day, and they all returned to their respective Went to the village.

Those criminals who should be cursed, for how much sin I have suffered for them, can only cook their own food every day, do you know how hard those hams are? Several cuts were made in my hands. . . . "

Sebel's expression of bitterness and hatred was also showing the wounds on his fine skinned hands to the officers around him.

"Okay, I get it, take it back, before I can’t help but cut it... Father Sebel, please listen now. We’ll attack soon and help you recapture you. church.

At the same time, you should also give us corresponding help. I ask you to wait and follow us in. I need you to show my soldiers the way. Are you willing to take this responsibility? "

Caorich asked, staring at Sebel coldly.

"what!!!!"

The French priest's eyes widened in horror, and his two thin legs sat on the ground with a soft buttful ass.

"No, no, no... Mr. Captain, you know, I'm just a humble priest in a country church. I haven't even killed a chicken so far, let alone participate in any battles. Please let me go. Pass me.

I have told you everything I know, and you have seen this map, how detailed it is. And I might in the battle. . . . Ah, no, yes, I will be a burden in your battle.

I still stay outside, this is the best choice for you and me, and I can also pray here for your safety and the safety of your soldiers and officers, as well as for your victory.

My prayers are very effective, and all residents of this island can testify, otherwise how could I be summoned by the cardinal. . . . Believe me, Mr. Captain, I am here to help you more than fighting with you. . . . "

Sebel begged with a sad face, as if Caorich was going to take him to death.

In fact, Caorich now really has the desire to immediately shoot the priest. However, the reality is often cruel, he still needs the help of this priest, and this French priest seems to have hidden value that has not been developed. Caorich anticipates that this guy may be more useful.

Therefore, bearing the discomfort from the liver, Caorich had to comfort the priest's wounded heart with a sympathetic attitude.

"Mr. Father, you may have misunderstood what I meant. I am not asking you to participate in our battle with the British, but I invite you to follow us. Your safety will be guaranteed. I can swear that you will not receive any Injury. I just need you to give me some instructions at a critical moment. Other work will be done by me and my soldiers."

"What you said is true, can you really guarantee my safety?"

Sebel's eyes were as pitiful as a frightened bunny, and officers began to use the memory of Berlin's high-end restaurant recipes to resist the impact of the stomach.

"I promise, Mr. Father."

Caorich said loudly that he nodded vigorously in order to express his affirmation that the helmet brim immediately covered his eyes.

"Okay, so that God's sacred church will not be trampled by those barbaric Englishmen, I promise you, Mr. Captain."

Sebel gritted his teeth fiercely, but he immediately burst into tears again.

"You promise I will not be killed, Mr. Captain."

"I promise, Mr. Father, God will also bless you because of your bravery. Wolfe, take Mr. Father there and wait..."

Caorich pretended to realign the helmet and fasten the helmet belt, and Wolfe stepped up to support Sebel.

"Make a steel helmet for the priest."

"Observe, sir."

Wolff replied loudly.

"Okay, we are now ready to move. Everyone leads a class of soldiers. Fred, how many of you have trained in Brandenburg and Hildesheim?"

"There are twelve people and two have only been to Hildesheim."

"Make them into a class and follow me."

"I know you will need them, so I have gathered them, sir."

"Good job, Fred."

Caorich nodded approvingly.

"Nimitz, you and Wolff will follow me later."

"Comply, sir." Nimitz replied excitedly.

"Hansen, the soldiers in that squad that you led were responsible for covering. Fred, did those grenades be issued to them? They must ensure that they hit the target on the first attack."

"Yes, sir, these soldiers have been rigorously trained to use grenades, and you can trust their abilities." Fred replied.

"Leave two machine guns for them. We only need one. Hafugen, you and Fred follow me with two classes. When you reach the gate, you take your people around and go back. The back door assaulted inwards. Remember, beware of the other party’s thunders. Gentlemen, these British people have received rigorous special training just like us, don’t treat them as ordinary soldiers, they are experts, do you understand?"

"Understood, sir."

The officers lowered their voices and answered calmly.

"Very good, start acting! Hansen, hit a white signal flare."

Caorich stood up and Hansenli pulled out a semaphore from the holster behind his waist. With a dull gunshot, a white ball of light exploded in the air, and then slowly fell with a beautiful cigarette tail.

A sharp gunshot suddenly sounded in the distant woods.