Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 38: Blood Path (11)

　　"Okay, priest, don't talk about the cross, you can tell us more about the layout inside."

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

　　"This, of course, Mr. Captain. This is the gate, and there is a pool after entering the door. From there to the altar, there are benches. Behind the altar are the organ and the icons of the past. The left side of the altar is mine. The pulpit, on the right is the confessional.

　　 Behind is the lounge, dining room, kitchen, utility room, and a few bedrooms for handymen and apprentices. There is a back door in the kitchen. On the left hand side of the kitchen is a staircase leading to the second-floor corridor. There is a corridor on the right. There is a small door at the top that can lead directly to the clock tower.

　　 The first half of the corridor on the second floor is an ordinary corridor. There is only a small room on each corner for sundries. There is a staircase here, leading to the attic on the third floor. The entire attic is open. Apart from dust, there are only some abandoned chairs and furniture.

　　The second half of the corridor is my office and several living rooms. There are sandwiched walls. I escaped from the secret passage inside.

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

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

　　"The room of the handyman and the apprentice, are these people still in the church?"

　　 Nimitz asked sternly. The little guy seems to think that he should show the majesty of a German officer in front of ordinary civilians. Unfortunately, his age offsets all efforts. On the contrary, it makes people feel like a performance class student trying to play Frederick or similar characters on stage. , Can't give people any deterrent at all.

　　"This, Mr. Ensign..."

　　 Saibel humbly said to the young German officer with his trademark flattering smile.

　　 That sentence of Mr. Nimitz seemed to make Nimitz feel it, and the little guy's belly is almost coming out now.

　　"There is no one else in there except me. You must know that those weapons, how could it be possible for other people to live there again? After I discovered those weapons, I gave those handyman and apprentice vacations. They all Go back to their respective villages and towns.

　　The cursed criminals, because of them how badly I have suffered, I can only cook and eat by myself every day, do you know how difficult those hams are? There were several cuts in my hand. . . . "

　　 Saibel had a bitter expression on his face, and at the same time he showed the wounds on his delicate hands to the officers around him.

　　"Okay, I understand, take my hand back, before I can't help cutting it off... Father Sebel, please pay attention now. We will launch an offensive in a while and help you Take back your church.

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

　　 Kaulisi asked, staring at Sebel's eyes coldly.

　　 "Ah!!!"

　　 The French priest's eyes widened in horror, and his two small legs softened and sat on the ground.

　　"No, no, no, no... Mr. Captain, you know, I'm just a priest of a humble country church. I haven't killed a chicken until now, let alone fight anymore. Please. Please let me go.

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

　　 I will stay outside. This is the best choice for you and me, and I can also pray here for the safety of you, your soldiers and officers, and for your victory.

　　My prayers are very effective. All residents of this island can testify, otherwise, how could I be summoned by the cardinal? . . . Believe me, Mr. Captain, my stay here is more helpful to you than to fight with you. . . . "

　　 Saibel was crying and begging, as if Kaurisi was going to take him to death.

　　 In fact, Kaorich is really very good now to draw his gun and kill the priest's yuwang. However, the reality is often cruel. He still needs the help of this priest now, and this French priest seems to have hidden value that has not been exploited. Kaourich has a foreboding that this guy may be of greater use.

　　 So, enduring the discomfort from the liver, Kaorich had to comfort the priest's wounded heart with a kind attitude.

　　"Mr. Father, you may have misunderstood what I mean. I am not asking you to participate in our fight with the British, but I ask you to follow us and act together. Your safety will be guaranteed. I can swear that you will not Take any harm. I just need you to give me some instructions at critical moments. The rest of the work is done by me and my soldiers."

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

　　 Saibel's eyes were pitiful like frightened little rabbits, and the officers began to use the method of recalling the recipes of Berlin's high-end restaurants to resist the impact on the stomach.

　　 "I promise, Mr. Father."

　　 Kaourich said loudly, and he nodded vigorously in order to affirm, and the brim of the steel helmet suddenly covered his eyes.

　　 "Well, for the sake of God's sacred church from being trampled by the brutal British, I promise you, Mr. Captain."

　　 Saibel gritted his teeth and said, but in a blink of an eye he cried again.

　　 "You promise I won't be killed, Mr. Captain."

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

　　 Kaourich re-corrected the helmet and fastened the helmet belt, and Wolf stepped forward and helped Sebel up.

　　 "Get a helmet for Mr. Father."

　　 "Yes, sir."

　　 Wolf answered loudly.

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

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

　　 "Form them into a class and follow me."

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

　　 "Good job, Fred."

　　 Kaourich nodded approvingly.

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　　 "Yes, sir." Nimitz replied excitedly.

　　 "Hanson, which squad of soldiers you lead is responsible for cover. Fred, are all the grenades issued to them? They must ensure that they hit the target on the first attack."

　　 "Yes, sir, these soldiers are strictly trained in the use of grenades. You can trust their abilities." Fred replied.

　　"Leave two machine guns for them. We only need one. Hafogen, you and Fred followed me with two squads. When you reach the gate, you take your people around behind. Go, assault from the back door. Remember, watch out for the other side's booby traps. Gentlemen, these British people have the same rigorous special training as we do. 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, let's get started! Hansen, fire a white flare."

　　 Kaourich stood up, Hansen neatly took out the flare gun 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.

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