"Alright, Father, don't talk about the cross, tell us more about the layout."

Kaoririch took a deep breath and thrust his bayonet hard into the dirt beneath his feet.

"This, of course, Mr. Captain. Here is the gate, and after entering there is a pool, from which there are benches all the way to the altar, behind which are the organs and icons that have been worshiped through the ages. To the left of the altar is my pulpit, and to the right is the confessional room.

Behind it is the lounge, dining room, kitchen, and utility room as well as several bedrooms for handymen and apprentices. The kitchen has a back door, a staircase on the left hand side of the kitchen that leads to the cloister on the second floor, a hallway on the right, and a small door at the top that leads to the bell tower.

The first half of the cloister on the second floor is a normal corridor, with the exception of a small room on each of the two corners for miscellaneous items. There is a staircase that leads to the third floor attic, which is open to the entire attic, where there are only a few discarded chairs and furniture except for dust.

The back half of the cloister is my office and a few living rooms, all of which are walled, and I escaped through the secret passages inside.

Next to the utility room was the entrance to the cellar, which was divided into two parts, the left corridor had four rooms for food and wine, and three on the right, the outermost room with the munitions, the middle room with the valuables of the church, and the innermost room that was always empty, and the secret entrance to the cave was in that room. ”

Seibel pointed to a map and explained the interior of the church in detail.

"The rooms of the miscellaneous servants and apprentices, are these people still in the church?"

Nimitz asked with a stern face. The little guy seems to think that he should show off the majesty of the German ** officer in front of ordinary civilians, but unfortunately his age negates all his efforts, and instead makes people feel like a student in an acting class working hard to play the role of Frederick or something like that on stage, which cannot give people any deterrent effect at all.

"This, Mr. Ensign......"

With his signature flattering smile on his face, Saibel said humbly to the young German officer.

That phrase seemed to make Nimitz feel great, and the little one's stomach was about to come out now.

"There's no one else in there but me. You must know that they are munitions, and how can anyone else live there any longer, and on the same day that I found them, the miscellaneous servants and apprentices were put on vacation, and they all went back to their respective villages and towns.

Do you know how hard those hams are to cut those cursed criminals, how much I have suffered for them, and I have to cook and eat them every day? I've made several cuts on my hands......"

Sebel had a bitter expression on his face as he showed the officers around him the wounds on his fleshy hands.

"Okay, I see, take your hand back before I can't help but chop it off...... Father Seibel, please listen now. We're going to attack and help you retake your church.

At the same time, you should also help us accordingly, I ask you to wait a moment and go with us, I need you to show my soldiers the way, are you willing to take on this responsibility? ”

Kaoririch asked, staring coldly into Sebel's eyes.

"Ah!!!h

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

"No, no, no...... You know, Mr. Captain, that I am only a priest in a humble country church, and I have not killed a single chicken until now, let alone participated in any battles. Please spare me.

I've told you everything I know, and you've seen the map in great detail. And in the battle I may ...... Ah, no, definitely, I'm sure to be a burden in your battle.

I'd better stay out for the best for you and me, and I'll be here to pray for your safety, your soldiers, and your officers, and for your victory.

My prayers are very valid and all the inhabitants of this island can testify, otherwise how could I have been summoned by the cardinal...... Believe me, Mr. Captain, I will help you more by staying here than by going into battle with you......"

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

In fact, Kaoririch now really has the ** to immediately pull out his gun and kill this priest. However, the reality is often cruel, he still needs the help of this priest now, and this French priest seems to have hidden value undeveloped, Kaoririch has a hunch that this guy may be of greater use.

So, enduring the discomfort of his liver, Kaoririch had to comfort the priest's wounded heart with kindness.

"Mr. Father, you may have misunderstood me, I am not asking you to participate in our battle with the British, but I ask you to follow us and your safety will be guaranteed, and I can swear that you will not be harmed in any way. I just need you to give me some instructions at the critical moment, and I and my soldiers will do the rest. ”

"You're telling the truth, and you can really keep me safe?"

Sebel's eyes were as pitiful as frightened bunnies, and the officers began to fend off stomach shocks by recalling recipes from Berlin's fine dining restaurants.

"I promise, Mr. Priest."

Kaoririch said aloud, nodding vigorously in affirmation, and the brim of his helmet suddenly covered his eyes.

"Well, then, for the sake of the Holy Church of God not being trampled on by those savage Britons, I grant your request, Mr. Captain."

Seibel gritted his teeth fiercely and said, but in the blink of an eye, he immediately cried again.

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

"I promise, Mr. Father, that God will bless you for your bravery. Wolf, take Mr. Priest over there and wait......"

Kaoririch curtled his helmet back and fastened the strap, and Wolf stepped forward to help Sebel.

"Get a steel helmet for Mr. Priest."

"Yes, sir."

Wolf replied aloud.

"Alright, we are now ready to act, each leading a squad of soldiers. Fred, how many of you here have trained in Brandenburg and Hildesheim? ”

"There were twelve of them, and two of them had only been to Hildesheim."

"Make them into a class and follow me."

"I know you're going to need them, so I've gathered them together, sir."

"Well done, Fred."

Kaoririch nodded approvingly.

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

"Yes, sir." Nimitz replied excitedly.

"Hansen, you lead that squad of soldiers to cover. Fred, did they give them all those grenades? They must guarantee to hit the target on the first attack. ”

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

"Leave two machine guns for them, and we'll only need one. Hafogen, you and Fred followed me with two squads, and when you reached the gate, you took your men around the back and swooped in through the back door. Remember, beware of the other side's treachery. Gentlemen, these Englishmen have received the same rigorous special training as we do, don't think of them as ordinary soldiers, they are experts, understand? ”

"Understood, sir."

The officers replied calmly in a low voice.

"Good, let's get moving! Hansen, hit a white flare. ”

Kaoririch stood up, and Hansen neatly pulled a flare gun from the holster behind his waist. With a dull gunshot, a white ball of light exploded in the air, and then slowly floated down with a beautiful tail of smoke.

A crisp gunshot rang out at the edge of the trees in the distance.