The German soldiers did not suffer any losses before breaking through the church gates, and the sudden suppressive fire combined with the precise bombardment of gun grenades instantly destroyed the outer defense line of the British ** team.

This was something that Kaoririch expected, and he was not complacent about it. On the contrary, he is now regretting not letting the patrol bring grenades, otherwise the awkward confrontation that had previously awkwardly would not have arisen at all.

In fact, the German ** team has long developed and equipped this light infantry fire projection system, but due to the production and quality of early products and various other indescribable reasons, this weapon has become a small number of units only allocated equipment under special circumstances.

As a non-standard equipment, coupled with the Army's strict regulations on the environment in which it was used, only a handful of professional soldiers in ordinary infantry squads and platoons were issued with this weapon until 1940.

However, it is strange that in the German infantry advanced training course, every soldier is required to be able to use this weapon skillfully, and it can be seen from this that the German command organ actually has a lot of ideas about this convenient and flexible support firepower.

In this situation, the most suitable battle is the power of gun grenades. The 50-millimeter mortars equipped by ordinary troops did not play a role in such an operational environment because of the curved trajectory and range, not to mention the fact that the patrol also threw the small mortar in the camp in order to reduce the load.

The direct fire of the grenade broke the deadlock, the church was not a fortress after all, the exterior walls and roofs of those masonry structures could not resist the bombardment of guns and grenades, and the British machine gun fire points and sniper fire points, which had caused the infantry to suffer heavy losses and headaches, were instantly shrouded in the fireball of grenade explosions, and the lives of the British ** people were also wiped out with the scattered broken bricks and rubble.

Kaoririch immediately began the charge with his soldiers.

Kaoririch's commandos, as a direct combat unit of the Führer's headquarters intelligence department, were equipped with the most sophisticated weapons and equipment of the German Army at that time, and had a special priority that ordinary army units would envy.

At the beginning of its formation, this unit showed its extraordinary. All of the soldiers are selected from the best ground combat units in the Army and Air Force, and in addition to being familiar with ordinary Army conventional combat, they have also received extensive training in unconventional warfare.

They had been trained with the German Intelligence Service's Special Mission Training and Construction Squadron 800, which was known as the Brandenburg Squadron.

Although Kaoririch's men may not be able to match the armed spies in some skills, the Brandenburg squadron is no match for these professional soldiers in terms of combat effectiveness.

In the confrontation exercise held at the end of the training, Kaoririch's commandos took only half an hour to wipe out the group of secret saboteurs in military uniforms, and they lost less than a squad of personnel.

Before the start of the war, many of the commandos were trained in special operations at Hildesheim with the 1st Regiment and 2nd Battalion of the 7th Parachute Division, which was then part of the Air Force (originally they were directly under the German Army Command), and these subjects were used to later raid Eben. Emaar Fortress.

Interestingly, before Reinhardt came to power, the relationship between this fierce armed force turned out to be subordinate to the Wehrmacht's Office of Army Logistics Management, and this battalion-level armed force was mixed up in the army list with the number of the 365th garrison battalion under the General Affairs Office of the Army General Staff.

At that time, everyone literally treated them as a group of miscellaneous soldiers guarding the warehouses, and even Hitler did not know that there was such a powerful special forces in Germany.

Reinhardt managed to hide his trump card, one of his most lethal pawns, ready to strike a fatal blow at the critical moment against his "close comrades".

And now that Xu Jun has easily taken over the legacy, the young Imperial ducái knows very well the value of special forces in warfare.

The excitement and excitement he felt when he found out that he had such a force in his hands is difficult to describe in words, and after carefully investigating and reviewing the composition and combat effectiveness of this force, he put this unit into the ranks of the troops directly under the Führer's base camp, and was managed and commanded by the newly formed Eye of Odin.

Moreover, Xu Jun did not hesitate to issue an order to expand the number of young soldiers with the best conditions and qualities from the army recruits who had completed training, so as to directly upgrade this special operations battalion to the scale of a regimental-level combat unit.

Xu Jun's original intention was to use the guidance of those veterans who had received strict training to train a group of new blood for the special forces, and quickly improve the scale and strength of the German special forces.

However, he did not expect that these recruits would be put into actual combat so quickly, and the strength of this unit was not strengthened, but on the contrary, due to the general lack of combat experience of the recruits, the overall combat capability was reduced a lot.

Kaoririch led such a mixed assault detachment, with only a third of the force being veterans with rigorous special training, and a third of these veterans had no combat experience or had only participated in one or two skirmishes.

This is still the case for veterans, and even more so for recruits, in Kaoririch's eyes, these newcomers who have just completed a special operations training can only be regarded as a group of rookies with eggshells stuck to their butts. Although all of these soldiers can be called tough and elite compared to ordinary army soldiers, they are just a group of tough and elite rookies.

Kaoririch was deeply concerned about the current state of the troops, but he did not feel or express the slightest dissatisfaction with Xu's hasty decision.

Kaoririch's loyalty to Reinhardt was unquestionable, and from the day the army was formed, the fate of him and his comrades was closely tied to the three-headed dog that stood tall in the sky.

And the fierce three-headed dog did not disappoint these brave and loyal soldiers, who not only built up dazzling feats in just a few months, but also managed to climb to the pinnacle of imperial power, becoming the one who controlled the fate of all Germans.

Jack, the previous Reinhardt, also knew that the troops had to go through actual combat to have real combat effectiveness, and he used various means to secretly put this army into battle.

They usually operate in small detachments at the platoon level, and they are usually confined to Air Force paratroopers or SS special unit uniforms to avoid the eyes and minds of others.

They gained a lot of valuable combat experience in those secret operations, but also suffered a lot of losses, and because of the special status of their troops, those achievements and exploits that should belong to them can only be hung on the heads of others, which makes those soldiers often feel a little depressed.

But with the support of the faith of all for Germany, the officers and men chose to endure in silence, believing that one day they would be rewarded for what they had done.

So, when they learned that they had been transferred to the Führer's headquarters and were under the direct command of the Führer, everyone excitedly ran to the largest tavern outside the barracks for a night's drink.

They felt that all their previous efforts had finally paid off, and much more than they had expected, that the Führer's direct command of the troops meant that their value had been affirmed by the Reich Führer and indeed by the entire Wehrmacht, that they could finally walk out into the sun and receive the glory they deserved, and that every soldier and officer had sworn loyalty to their great Führer.

After accepting this mission, Kaoririch carried out combat deployment with the attitude that he could accumulate the actual combat experience that the troops lacked most.

But when he learned that it was an elite British commando who was ambushed this time, he gave up on his previous idea of easily settling the battle.

Although on the surface he has always shown a disdainful attitude towards the British special forces in front of the soldiers, from the bottom of his heart he does not dare to underestimate those British counterparts at all.

He had never known of the existence of the British Special Forces before this, but he had a hunch that this force would not be an easy role, and now it seems that his judgment and fears were justified.

Such a precisely deployed ambush operation, mobilizing troops and firepower that were absolutely superior to the enemy, even allowed a small group of enemies to break through.

And a platoon-sized patrol couldn't contain the British rout hiding in a lonely church. Although there are various reasons for this, Kaoririch is still very disappointed with the current performance of the team.

If this platoon had been made up of the first batch of veterans, even if they hadn't brought guns and grenades or other weapons, this farce would have ended long ago, and it wouldn't have gotten to this point anyway.

Looking at the young soldiers who had died in battle, Kaoririch felt great regret, and although these soldiers were inexperienced, they should be able to easily cope with any regular battle between troops with the kind of training they had received.

But they didn't expect to encounter such a formidable enemy in their first battle, and the path of merit and glory that these young soldiers longed for was forcibly cut off at the beginning, which really made people feel the cruelty of fate.

When the assault team rushed to the gate, Kaoririch, who had expected to meet the stubborn resistance of the British, was prepared to face a hail of bullets.

However, when the Germans kicked open the door and stormed the church, they found only three or four British soldiers hiding behind the altar and shooting at the murderous German commandos who rushed through the door, and the deviation from the target was very outrageous.

The British have reached the end of their crossbows, and it seems that they are close to collapse. Having come to this conclusion, the German commandos skillfully approached the altar under alternate cover on the neatly arranged oak benches.

But before the soldiers could understand what had happened, they were knocked to the ground by a rain of bullets, and they were devastated by two British machine guns from the cloister on the second floor.

The British set a simple trap to attract the attention of the Germans with a small number of soldiers, and when they prepared to storm the altar, the empty hall became the ideal hunting ground for the two condescending Bren machine guns.

The German soldiers, who were eager to make meritorious contributions, neglected to control and refine the battlefield environment, and the five commandos who fell into the trap instantly turned into corpses riddled with bullet holes.

The poor marksmanship of the British soldiers suddenly became accurate as the German soldiers fell to the ground, and the German commandos were immediately threatened by the British crossfire, and they had to hide behind the thick pillars of the church and began to fire at the enemy in both directions.

Just when the German ** team in the hall was in a bitter battle, the battle at the back door also unfolded fiercely, and soon fell into a white-hot state.

The soldiers of the squad that assaulted from the back door, led by Sergeant Major Harvogan, engaged the British commandos in a bloody white-knuckle battle.

Hafogan's assault went very smoothly and did not run into any trouble before storming the hallway outside the kitchen. But in the hallway, they ran into a full squad of British commandos who had been waiting there for a long time.

After more than ten seconds of stormy and frantic shooting, the fighters, who had no time to reload their bullets, each held up their weapons and collided together.

The first thing the Germans were glad about was that the British had already finished their bullets, and the second thing that could be congratulated was that the British had also thrown their grenades, otherwise Fred and his men would have been annihilated in that kitchen.

Now the British, like the Germans, are carrying 98k rifles, which are part of the mysterious batch of munitions.

In contrast, the Germans were more familiar with the use of such a reliable weapon, and even more favorable to the Germans was that the British 98k did not have bayonets, thanks to the fact that the Mauser company never had the habit of boxing bayonets with rifles.

The narrow corridor was not suitable for stabbing with rifles, but the first assault of the German soldiers knocked out two British commandos.

The Germans arrogantly shook their rifles with bright bayonets, while the British, on their part, could only use 98k short barrel blocks or use the butts to return fire, often before the butts of the British soldiers' rifles hit the German soldiers in the face, and the chest and stomach had been pierced by the opponent's bayonets.

The British soon discovered that the unfair battle was moving in the direction of the Germans' personal assassination show, and that they could not afford the bloody loss now that they had been targeted, and the British soldiers decisively discarded their rifles and pulled out their allotted combat daggers from their waists.

The situation suddenly reversed, and the dagger was so powerful in a small space that the German soldiers could not resist the British close attack with their rifles.

As a result, the surviving Germans also abandoned their rifles and drew their handy short weapons to beckon the British, and the battle turned into a bloody street brawl, from grenades to infantry shovels.

The battle in the hall ended with two British machine gunners killed one after the other, and the British soldiers behind the altar fought for their king to their last breath amid the explosion of two grenades.

Kaoririch did not feel the slightest sense of victory in his heart, and the death of three more German commandos in order to destroy these recalcitrant enemy forces gave him ideas about the tactics and training of his existing troops. He felt that a report should be written, suggesting that the regiment should include training in close-quarters indoor combat in the training curriculum.

As Kaoririch led the remaining commandos around the altar and toward the back of the church, the brawl in the hallway outside the kitchen was finally decided.

The equally brave and strong British commandos have been wiped out, and the person responsible for this consequence is Sergeant Captain Hafogen.

Hafogan had been squeezed behind by his men from the beginning of hand-to-hand combat, and although he took the opportunity to change the magazine for his MP38, he found that there was no chance to shoot, and the hallways were crowded with soldiers wielding weapons and scuffling together.

Frustrated, Havogen simply threw away his submachine gun and drew his infantry shovel and went into battle, but he finally had a little more heart than the bandits, and he used a superweapon that everyone present was not qualified to have, his Luger pistol.

So the sergeant major, who had successfully cheated, now triumphantly examined the corpses of the British soldiers lying in the corridors with a blood-stained infantry shovel in one hand and a still smoking Luger pistol in the other, while his men who had survived the hand-to-hand combat bandaged the wounds of several wounded comrades.

Kaorich ordered Fred to take a few soldiers to the second floor and attic to check the situation and search for any remnants of the British commando, and then asked the soldiers to call Seibel, who had been squatting behind the pillar by the door from the moment he entered, but before the soldier could turn around, Father Seibel had already pounced in front of Kaorich like a gust of wind.

"Mr. Captain, God, those cursed bandits! Mr. Captain, you must help me get the Holy Cross back. They stole the Holy Cross, it's no longer there, it must have been stolen by the damned British......"

Sebel grabbed Kaoririch's arm and cried out with a sad face, but looking at the tears in his eyes, Kaoririch felt that this guy was really sad.

"Ahh God, blood, so much blood, so many corpses, what is going on here...... God......"

It seemed that Sebel had only found the corpses in the corridor at this time, and the French priest quickly jumped to the side screaming, and frantically drew a cross on his chest.

"This guy finally found out, and I thought he didn't care about that."

Kaoririch patted the trembling priest on the shoulder.

"These are the thieves who stole your holy cross, my soldiers have punished them for God, let's go outside and say."

Kaoririch also felt that the smell of blood in the corridor was too strong, and although he sometimes enjoyed the smell, he thought that much of the blood was shed by his own men, and he thought it would be better to leave.

"May God forgive them. By the way, Mr. Captain, the Holy Cross, it's gone, it's on the altar. ”

Walking down the hall, Kaoririch found a bench and sat down.

"I see, I haven't seen that thing you've been boasting about for a long time since I entered the door, and I think the British must have taken it."

"Report sir."

Fred ran down the stairs with Wolf and Nimitz in a hurry, carrying a bag of things.

"We have searched, and in the cloister on the second floor we found the bodies of seven British soldiers, in the attic the bodies of two machine gunners and two snipers, and in one room twelve British wounded, all dead. No enemy survivors were found. I found this in another room though. ”

Fred opened the bag, revealing what appeared to be a blanket with a neatly folded German colonel's uniform inside.

"What is this? Father, how come there are still moral uniforms in your church? ”

"Ah, this is Colonel Rudolph's uniform, I know that sign. Since two weeks ago, he has often come to me to pray, and he said that he likes the view from the cliff behind him, and that he is a kind and virtuous officer, a devout believer, very educated, and a decent gentleman. Sometimes he would come to see me with a few bottles of good wine, and sometimes he would stay here. ”

"You also befriended a German colonel? Why didn't you tell me in the first place. ”

Fred asked.

"I forgot, sorry, Mr. Captain, I really forgot for a moment."

Seibel replied with a frown.

"Is this the colonel left here?"

"Probably not, he came in this uniform every time, and he also wore this uniform when he left, and I didn't see him carrying other luggage."

"And when was the last time he was here?"

"Two days ago, he stayed here for one night, and the next morning I found no one in his room, and I thought he must have left."

"yes, I see."

Kaoririch said as he looked at the uniform with a frown.

Sebel stood with his back arched, his eyes glancing at the corpses of the British soldiers by the altar from time to time.

"We'll get the body out soon, don't worry."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Captain."

Seibel squeezed out a smile with all his might.

"But the Holy Cross ......"

"Fred, there are a couple of officers in the body."

"No, not one, sir."

"Mr. Priest, did you say earlier that there were several officers among the British?"

"Yes, it seems that there are four, and one of them is injured."

"That's right, I think they must have taken cover in the escape path that Father Seibel said."

"Ah, then please send someone to chase it at once, I am willing to lead the way, Mr. Captain, as long as I can recover the Holy Cross, I will not scruple about any danger."

"How have you become brave, Mr. Priest."

Nimitz squinted at the priest.

"This is a divine mission given to me by God, and God will watch over me, Mr. Ensign."

Seibel puffed out his chest with a fearless expression.

"Well, Mr. Priest, the problem now is that I can't go after it now. Our losses in order to destroy these British were so great that now only half a platoon of German soldiers remained here to continue the battle, and as it stands, we could only continue the battle below until the follow-up troops arrived.

We don't know what the situation is underneath, and I heard you say earlier that the terrain in the secret passage is very complicated, which is very dangerous.

Fred, you and I have seen what the cave looks like, there will be countless hidden spots and forks in the road, it is definitely a good place for ambushes, and without adequate preparation, I will definitely not recklessly take my men down to death.

But don't worry, trust me, they'll be in that hole before dark and won't run away. ”

Kaoririch pulled a cigarette case out of his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, and handed it to Fred.

"Why don't they run away?"

Fred asked, confused.

"Quite simply, they are not stupid enough to appear on the empty sea during the day, which is suicide, and at night it is different."

Nimitz lifted his chin triumphantly.

"That's right, so, we still have time to prepare, and now wait for Lieutenant Stanhall to come over with his troops."

Kaoririch stretched his arms vigorously, then leisurely exhaled a smoke ring, the ash falling gently on the ground covered in blood-stained boot prints.

"Finally caught those guys in the fishing nets, although the work below is just as dangerous, but it shouldn't be too difficult, after all, there are only a few people left on the other side."

Kaoririch turned his face to look at the commandos who had gathered the corpses of their comrades.

"Those rookies who survived should learn a lot in this battle, the journey paved with blood never ends, no one knows what awaits them in front of them, I hope to lead these fighters to the end."

Woney, how are you now? I miss you so much......" Kaoririch tilted his head and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.