At this time, the British and German armies had calmed down from the craze of head-on shooting. When both sides found that their attacks could not change the current battlefield situation, the British and Germans stopped the boring game of exchanging bullets and noises.

Although there were occasional sounds of lonely gunshots, it was just a personal act of a soldier with harassment or venting anger, and the commanders of both sides were obviously not interested in regulating anything about it.

The British looked helplessly at the German truck with a sieve on the front of the car, leaning against the wall gate in a steamy shape. The thing had fulfilled its mission. The Germans should have received the assistance they needed. Now even if they put hundreds of holes in it, it would be useless.

German soldiers carefully monitored the ancient church with rifles that had just been filled with bullets. The current direction of sunshine was beneficial to them. They could clearly see the shaking figures in the church window by the wall.

However, there were too many windows in that building. I don’t know what the designer’s design philosophy was. The Germans guessed that the guy must have covered up fortresses and other things before, so he habitually opened so many holes on the wall that could be used as a sniper shooting point, which made any slight storm and any slight movements now cause a burst of tension among the German soldiers.

When the fire was not opened, the German soldiers tried their best not to expose themselves to cover themselves too much. Five German soldiers had already paid a heavy price for this. Two lucky ones were left to commemorate by British snipers on their helmets, and the fact that their heads became the target of the other party was not a pleasant thing.

The questioning continued, while Kaorich distributed cigarettes to the gathered non-commissioned officers and officers while listening to the French priest's chattering accusations.

"Sir Captain, know that I am a duty clergyman and never interested in the worldly things. God has given me the duty to save the poor lambs who have lost faith from Satan, so that the glory of God can shine on the earth. But I really didn't expect that it would be exploited by those evil guys and implicated in such a terrible thing, it was not my intention."

Father Sebel accused the heinous crimes of the French gangsters of playing with his pure heart.

"I understand, Father."

Kaorrich lit a cigarette for himself.

"No one is willing to be involved in this kind of thing. I understand your current mood very well. However, you have also seen that I don't have much time now, so please try to say some questions that I will be interested in to see if it can compensate for the serious mistake you made."

"Of course, Mr. Captain, listen to me. Later, I found Warren Stan, the one who runs the watch shop. The day after I asked him to argue, they sent me two suitcases. Originally, I was not going to allow them to put that strange thing in the sacred church, but, Harry Delt, you know, he is in the town..."

"My butcher's man, I already know. Please tell me the point, Father Sebel, don't try to challenge my patience."

Kaorrich frowned and bounced the ashes that had fallen on his cuffs with his fingers.

"Ah, I'm really sorry, Mr. Captain, I just want to say more in detail."

Father Sebel took off his ridiculously pointed nightcap in panic and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You will definitely be interested in what I said below."

"Then let's talk, Mr. Priest, what's wrong with that meat seller?"

"Oh, the meat buyer, Harry Delt, he actually terrorized me and blackmailed me with my kindness to cover up their crime of hiding arms. He said that if I did not continue to help them, I would ask someone to report it... You know, Mr. Captain, I was so frightened at that time that I had to agree to them continue to hide the contraband in the church.

This time they asked to find a room to place these two boxes, and I did as I did. But later I found out that they would go into that room as soon as they came to the church. I left some thoughts and sneaked into that room when they were not paying attention. Captain, do you know what I found?"

Sebel looked at Caorich with a flattering smile, his eyes full of expectations waiting for the other party to ask him.

"This...a idiot who doesn't know how to live or die."

Kaorrich suddenly had the urge to draw his gun. He took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the uncontrollable feeling of disgust, and asked with a gritted teeth and smiled.

"What?"

"Those guys hid a radio station in that room and put it in the suitcase."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

This news made Kaorrich interested, and radio stations are rare now.

However, thinking that the French could even get so many arms, it would not be difficult to add another radio.

"Although I am just a priest in a country church, I was honored to call the Vatican to meet the Cardinal two years ago. I saw what a radio station looks like in the Vatican, so I recognized the strange thing at a glance as a radio station."

Speaking of his glorious history, Sebel couldn't help but lift his stomach.

"Continue talking."

Kaorrich stared at the smug priest with a calm face. He felt that the noble and holy image of the clergy in his mind was rapidly collapsing in front of him.

"Sir Captain, you know that when I saw that station, I was so scared. Obviously those guys were definitely not ordinary French civilians. They often sneaked to the church at night, then got into that room and didn't leave until the next morning, plus they had so many arms... You know, what do these mean."

The priest looked at the German captain again, but when he saw the other person's face begin to turn blue, the wise priest hurriedly smiled and continued to explain his explanation.

"I judged that they must be spies lurking in France in some country. They contacted their leaders on radio. They must have been brewing some shameless conspiracy against the powerful German team. Captain, when I came to this judgment, I would never allow such evil deeds, and this plot of conspiracy and destruction took place in the sacred church. So I decided to report the crimes of these criminals to the powerful and noble German team."

Saibei said loudly with foam hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his righteous and solemn expression made him feel like the president of the religious inquisition who was about to light a pile of firewood.

"Then why didn't you report this incident in time? Listen to what you said earlier, these crimes have been going on for at least a few weeks."

"Sir Captain, you must forgive my cowardice. I am just a priest in a humble country church. I am timid and afraid of revenge from these criminals. You must know that I have recognized the true nature of these people, and these people can do anything."

"Then aren't you afraid of our German team's revenge?"

Kaorrich asked coldly.

"Of course not that. I still have deep awe of the German team, Mr. Captain..."

The priest wiped his grey forehead with his nightcap that was crumpled.

"Sir Captain, I have been to Germany and met many German friends. To be honest, I like Germany very much. However, I am too cowardly. When I made up my mind to report those people, I found that everything was irreversible. I was originally going to go to the town to report this morning, but you also saw that I couldn't expose this crime."

The priest looked helpless and innocent, and his eyes were filled with regret.

"I was awakened by gunfire last night, and I knew that a terrible battle must have occurred. In the second half of the night, just as I was praying devoutly to God in the prayer room, the British arrived here, and they rushed into this sacred place savagely and locked me into their own room. They were such a bunch of wild beasts."

The priest swallowed and continued.

"There are about fifty of those barbaric British people, and many of them looked wounded. I saw a lot of blood shed from the ground. They were all holding weapons, and I could not stop them at all. It was those damn spies who brought them here, because I saw Warren Stan, God punished this sinner, and he suffered very severe injuries, and his wounds were in his chest. From my experience, he should be dead now. May Satan's fire of hell burn his sinful soul.

And Faudik Valen, who seemed nothing to do, kept shouting to avenge his companions. I didn't see the other two, but I could infer from Valen's words that the two might have been sent to where they should go by the powerful German team."

"You mean, those British people were brought here by those French people."

Kaorich raised his eyebrows on one side, then pulled out the kettle from his waist and handed it to the priest.

"Besides having a drink of water, Mr. Father, I think you must be very thirsty."

"Ah, thank you, God bless you, Mr. Captain, I haven't had a sip of water since last night."

Father Sebel was trodden by the kettle and then gulped the water in a greedy gulp.

"Okay, I feel like I'm reborn, thank you again, Mr. Captain, kindly."

Sebel handed back the kettle that had almost been drunk to Caorich, who threw it to Hafogen behind him.

"Okay, let's keep talking, Mr. Father, what happened later, how did you escape from it."

"It's like that, at first the British asked me for water and food, and I wanted to give them an excuse to refuse them, but the mean Warren was very familiar with the church, and he led the British into the pantry and snatched all the food and good wine I had used all my heart to collect the stored food and wine.

You should know that those are all good things that are not found on the market now. If there is no way, I would never find them. I originally wanted to rely on these things to help those poor believers at critical moments, but now I have been eaten by those barbaric British robbers."

The priest was full of righteous indignation and scolded.

"This guy looks like he has hidden a lot of good things, but he said he is going to use it to help the poor and go see his ghost!"

Kaorich grinded his back teeth while watching the priest's greasy forehead and rosy skin.

"As they noticed my uncooperative attitude, the British locked me up in their room. I escaped when they were not paying attention. I hid in a flower bed in the cemetery until they had fired with the ranks in the morning. I found the ranks immediately and reported to him everything I knew, and this rank could testify for me."

"That's right, he's right, but..."

Fred stared at Sebel coldly.

"You didn't tell me about the French and radio stations. I feel that you must be hiding something. You should know that deceiving German officials on the battlefield is a very serious crime."

"That's because your military rank is not high enough. The French slut in front of you knows how to use the resources he has mastered."

Kaorrich glanced at Forrede, he didn't think it was a good idea to tell the sergeant chief.

"Ah, no, how dare I hide anything? I'm not planning to report more important information to this Captain. Mr. Captain, I had destroyed the radio station before I ran out. Now those people can no longer use that thing to contact the outside world. Look..."

Sebel hurriedly lifted up the hem of the long pajamas, revealing two small legs with lush leg hair.

"What do you want to do?"

Sergeant Forrede was startled by the priest's strange behavior, and he placed his hand on the leather buckle of the gun holster at his waist.

"No, don't get me wrong, I want to show this to Mr. Captain..."

Sebel shook his other hand desperately in front of him, hurriedly taking out several metal parts from his fat shorts pocket.

"This... seems to be an adjustment wrench, this is a switch, this looks like a knob... Father, are these all you removed from the radio?"

Kaorrich frowned and looked at the metal parts in his hand.

"Yes, I slipped into that room before I left. I originally wanted to take the radio station away, but you see, I really had a hard time doing this job. The radio station was too heavy for me.

But I had to get some things to prove that I was telling the truth, so I removed all the parts I could remove from that station. There were a few, but they were all lost when I ran away. Now there are only these. I think you can tell at a glance that these are all parts on the station."

Sebel looked at Kaorrich with anticipation.

"Yes, these are all on the radio station. Although they don't have much impact on the radio operation, I think he will mess up the original set frequency when it is disassembled. Sir, it will be difficult to debug the original set frequency without these knobs, and that radio station will be temporarily unavailable."

Hansen took the parts aside and looked carefully before saying.

"Then I'll be relieved, Mr. Captain, this should be helpful to you. Can you compensate for the mistakes I made?"

"Well, it's not bad, but what I'm wondering now is how you do this under the strict British guard."

Caorrich now thinks that this French priest should not be underestimated.

"This is the secret I want to tell you below. You will definitely be interested in it. This church has a history of 320 years. It not only has an elegant appearance, practical structure, beautiful decoration, but also has a very secret secret passage system. You can reach any corner of the church from the passage without any obstacles.

And it also has two escape passages, and I escaped from one of them, and the exit is in the cemetery. The other passage leads to a natural cave under the cliff where the church is located, from which you can escape to the sea by boat..."

"What!"

Caolrich asked loudly with wide eyes.
To be continued...