Ensign Hansen could no longer see the arched windows of the tall old building and the muzzle flames that erupted from those windows.

Due to the shortening of the distance, coupled with the fact that the mood has calmed down from the initial panic, the blows of the British ** who have recognized the reality have become precise and intensive.

The German machine gun crew behind the sandbag bunker at the rear of the car was no longer able to exert its firepower, and their shooting was punctuated by a barrage of bullets hitting the firing port of the bunker, and the machine gunner and commander crouched behind the sandbag in disarray, cursing the two damn crazy British inferior machine gunners in the attic of the church while waiting for an opportunity to return the favor to the other side.

The soldiers in the bed of the converted truck knew that they should first make sure that they would not be sent to Valhalla by a single bullet before they could consider how to improve their status there.

There is no shortage of warriors in the German Army, but they generally choose the right time to play their bravery, after all, no one joins the army in order to go to heaven. Decorating a tombstone with a medal or something like that just sounds beautiful.

Now the only thing that can continue to exert the poor attack power of this truck is the MG34 inserted in the back window of the cab, and Kaoririch's situation is not very good, in order to ensure the safety of the cab, the firing hole left on the window is very narrow, the horizon is not very good, and the interference of British bullets is even worse, and now Kaoririch can only shoot blindly with his senses.

And some of the bullets seemed to have penetrated the sandbag, and some small raised dots began to appear on the metal back wall of the truck.

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

Kaoririch turned to the side and stooped to look at Wolff's inverted mirror, the top half of which was now gone, and now the German sergeant major could only rely on the fragmented image in the broken lower half of the mirror, and Wolf could see that he was annoyed.

Hearing the captain's order, Wolf decisively stepped on the brakes, and the group of unprepared guys in the rear compartment suddenly rolled into a ball in a rain of bullets, and even the fierce gunfire could not cover their exclamations and shouts.

Wolf quickly shifted gears, then slammed the accelerator hard, listening to the group of guys behind him shouting again to drout the gunshots, and the corner of the sergeant's mouth showed a mischievous smile.

In the gentle wilderness, the truck turned its head with jaw-dropping agility. Opel was finally able to perform as it should, and the ugly truck, accompanied by the surprised eyes of the British, accelerated wildly, rushed onto the dirt road outside the church a few dozen meters from the church wall, and rushed towards the gate of the façade with billowing dust and the screams of German soldiers.

The British and the Germans outside the wall were so stunned by the fact that the sluggish monster suddenly became so alive that for a moment they forgot to shoot at each other, and everyone watched in a daze as the strange thing jumped towards the gate.

The gates of the façade of this church, like those of other French churches, had a thick arched parapet next to the sturdy doorposts, and now a crowd of German officers and soldiers gathered in front of each parapet, for the beautiful brick wall was the strongest and largest shelter in the whole wall, and they did not have to lie on their heads in the mud like their comrades at the base of the wall.

"Damn, it's rushing over, hidden!"

A German corporal shouted in panic, and for a while there was a lot of chickens and dogs jumping in front of the gate, and the German ** people even rolled and crawled to both sides, and no one wanted to hold on in the rain of bullets but was killed by this ugly thing.

The German soldiers lay on their stomachs and watched as the truck rushed towards them, and British machine-gun bullets rained down on the bulging front of the truck.

Fragments of camouflage fireproof cloth flew in the air around the sandbag, revealing bullet holes in the engine radiator, and the Opel sign had broken in half, and they could clearly see steam and cooling water squirting out of the bullet holes and cracks, shining like snowflakes in the sunlight.

The terrible crash expected by the German soldiers did not happen, and with a shrill sound of mechanical friction, the truck came to a halt grazing the doorpost to the right of the gate.

"Quick, get off, get out of the car."

Kaoririch shoved Nimitz, who was still huddled beside him with his head down, and shouted loudly through the back window.

"Get off, get off, get everything down."

Hafogen and Hansen shouted loudly, slapping the steel helmets of the frightened soldiers crouching in the carriage.

The soldiers sprang into action, saying that they were carrying, but in that case they were clearly looking for death, and they were still under the guns of the British, and bullets were whizzing over their heads and around them.

The German soldiers no longer cared about the military regulations, and the two soldiers pulled out the latch of the right carriage baffle, and then several soldiers violently kicked over the sandbag wall and the outer baffle, and a puff of dust and smoke suddenly rose from the side of the carriage.

Then the soldiers held their breath and pushed the ammunition boxes and weapons in the carriage towards the car with all their might.

Carrying an MG34, Kaoririch jumped out of the truck in a majestic manner.

He leaned over the gap between the wheelhouse and the doorpost to observe the church, then turned to the group of German soldiers who were still lying on the ground and staring at him.

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

At the captain's shouts, the German soldiers quickly got up from the ground as if they had just woken up from a dream, each with a saved expression on their faces, and the soldiers scrambled to the ammunition boxes and weapons scattered around the carriage.

"Wolf, Nimitz, see that tower? You two take this machine gun and set up a firing point over there and suppress that window, that machine gun is a big threat to us. ”

Kaoririch pulled Wolf and Nimitz to the gap and pointed to the tower on the side of the church.

"Understood, sir."

Wolf nodded firmly, and took the machine gun from Kaoririch.

"You're hurt?"

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

"It didn't matter, I was scratched by the shards of the window glass."

"Be careful, I still need you."

"Don't worry, sir. Let's go, second lieutenant. ”

Wolf grinned, and then led Nimitz to the nearest pillar with his waist as fast as he could.

"Sir Kaoririch! Is that you? ”

At that moment, Fred's shouts rang out from the other side of the truck.

"It's me, Fred, I heard that you're going to Valhalla, and I've decided to come and help you myself."

Kaoririch shouted with a laugh.

"I'm sorry, sir, for disappointing you, I'll try."

Fred replied aloud, and he could hear that he was very happy now.

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

"No problem, all pay attention, cover shots, and send those damned Brits to hell! Fire! ”

For a while, there was gunfire in front of the door, and the dozen or so infantrymen at the door, who had replenished their ammunition and morale at the first time, even fired two salvos at the cloister on the first floor of the church, which made an arrogant Bren machine gun stop its noisy singing.

Seconds later, Sergeant Major Fred stumbled around the truck and appeared in front of Kaoririch, who was curious that he was not alone in rushing through the dangerous gate, but with a guy in a ridiculous white silk nightgown in his hand.

"Fred, I'm glad to see you're okay."

Kaoririch's gaze paused for a moment on the clown-dressed guy before turning to his platoon commander, who patted Fred the shoulder and said loudly.

"I'm glad to see you, I didn't expect you to come to support us in person, I'm sorry, I'm worried about you."

"Don't talk about it, you're my subordinate, and I can't let you be killed like that by the British. Let's talk about the situation. ”

"We arrived at the church at 10:12 a.m., and I decided to search it to prevent the remnants of the British from hiding there. As a result, we were suddenly attacked by the British in the courtyard, and four soldiers were killed on the spot.

We then quickly withdrew from the courtyard, and two more soldiers were wounded on the way out. I had thought that there were only a few remnants of the British army in the church, but when we attacked, we realized how outrageous this assumption was, the British were more numerous than I had imagined, and the firepower was unexpectedly strong, and by the time I realized the seriousness of the problem, we had no chance of retreating, and we were stuck here. ”

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

"It was serious, fourteen were killed, and the remaining six were wounded, but most of them were not serious, and everyone except one who was seriously wounded could continue to fight. The point is that you're running out of ammo, so your reinforcements are coming just in time. ”

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

"What do you want to do, sir?"

Fred looked at Kaoririch excitedly.

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

Kaoririch asked.

"It's pretty much clear, I was about to report it to you, and I feel like there's something wrong with it."

Fred dragged the man he had brought, and then said loudly to the other with a straight face.

"You tell this chief again what I told me earlier, don't play tricks, my chief is not as easy to talk as I am."

Kaoririch tilted his head to look at the guy in front of him in a tubular nightgown and a peaked nightcap.

The man was about fifty years old, with gray sideburns under his nightcap, gray eyes that made Kaoririch very uncomfortable, and his skin was very well maintained, and he looked ruddy and healthy.

Although the white silk nightgown stained with dust and blades of grass was not very good, it was very elegant in terms of cross lace on the neckline and the material, and there were several silver rings inlaid with precious stones on his fine white and smooth hands.

"This man is a priest?"

Kaoririch saw an elaborate cross hanging from the man's chest, which was not something that ordinary believers used to signify their faith, but rather as a sign of status for the clergy.

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

Fred replied with a nod.

"Let's. Vail. Seibel, my name is Jean. Vail. Sebel, Mr. Captain, I am Gernzis. Priest of the Louis Church. ”

The German pronunciation was a bit stiff but accurate, and the priest nodded respectfully to Kaoririch.

"Tell me, dear Father Sebel, why are there so many Englishmen with guns hidden in your church." Kaoririch asked, smiling.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Captain, this matter has nothing to do with me, and I swear in the name of God that I am not involved in their conspiracy." The priest exclaimed in alarm.

"Nothing to do with you? I don't think so, but now tell me everything you know, and who are they? What conspiracy? Kaoririch grimaced.

"It's them, those people from the village, Warren. Stan, who owns a watch shop in town, and Harry. Delt, he's the butcher buddy, and Jean. Barr, he's a dentist, and Foldijk. Valen, he's an electrical repairer. God is above, I was deceived by them, I thought they were all good people, but I didn't expect it...... For God's sake, I really have nothing to do with them. ”

Father Seibel stammered.

"What do these people you are talking about have to do with this now?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Captain, you'll understand after hearing me. One day Warren. Stan, the man who runs the watch shop, told me that he and a few friends had a shipment to store with me temporarily, and I really didn't know what those were at the time, and I thought it was just some smuggled goods as usual. They gave me some money to keep it, and I told them to put it in the basement of the church, Mr. Captain, and I swear to God I had no idea that those boxes were full of munitions. ”

"As usual?"

Kaoririch squinted at the priest, who had clearly had a lot of criminal records.

"Arms, you say? How many munitions are there? ”

"More than thirty large boxes, filling the basement warehouse, ten of them were rifles, twenty in each box, all new. There was also a case of larger guns with a handle on the barrel. ”

"It's the Bren machine gun." Fred said from the side.

"Yes, Bren...... Machine guns, of which there are six, are also brand new. The priest nodded.

"The rest of the box was full of bullets and something like rubber blocks wrapped in paper, and it smelled terrible."

"zha medicine."

Fred looked at Kaoririch and said, Kaoririch frowned and nodded.

"Go on, Father."

This guy is a reliable custodian.

"I was terrified when I found out about these things, and I immediately went to them to ask them about it, and they told me a lot of things that I did not understand, that as a Frenchman I had to serve my country. God, I'm a devout clergyman, secular states and things like that aren't something I should think about, I have entrusted my whole life to God, I'm a slave of God, serving only God......"

"Race ...... Father Bell, we now know that you are a pious servant of God. ”

Kaoririch turned his gaze to the soldiers who were lying at the base of the wall with their rifles in hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Captain, you know that I now regret very much that I didn't report this matter to the German side right away, you know, I am a clergyman, and it is my duty to bring those lost lambs back to God, and I thought that they might be punished by the Germans, and my momentary mercy made me commit this grave mistake. Mr. Captain, I don't know if you can ask your superiors for a favor, I am just a lowly servant of God, can you forgive me for the mistake I made because I was too soft-hearted. ”

"How much did they give you?"

"Fifteen thousand francs...... Oh, no, Mr. Captain, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to denounce them for this......"

"I know that you are a devout believer, and that it is your kindness that blinds you."

Kaoririch smiled and nodded.