Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 116 Cat and Mouse Battle

Between Balduk and Verdun, a Ford triplane fighter jet painted entirely in red tore through the clouds, adjusted its attitude, and began to dive.

A Renault truck with a cross on the highway clearly spotted the enemy. In an instant, the driver, like a meerkat spotting a hawk, sped forward at full throttle.

The wheels rolled over the country dirt road, the tires groaning as the Renault truck sped toward its target—a small grove of trees about 800 meters away, where the German planes would have little chance of stopping it once it crashed into it.

Conversely, to completely stop the creatures on the ground, the Germans had to launch a preemptive attack before their prey could escape into the woods.

Both sides approached the woods at the same time. The red Ford fighter jet kept its altitude very low, and the shadows of the trees on the pilot's visor grew larger and larger, but he ignored them.

"Gotcha, you cunning fox." Richthofen, now in his fighter jet, was completely focused, his finger on the trigger of the machine gun.

The moment the two planes came to a parallel position, the driver pulled the trigger.

Puff puff puff puff puff!
The crisp sound of a 7.92mm machine gun echoed through the sky, and sparks crackled from the top of the Renault truck.

Suddenly, a plume of black smoke rose from the rear of the truck.

boom! ! ! !

With a loud bang, charred logs rose into the air, and the truck, propelled by inertia, crashed into the woods, finally coming to a stop after hitting a large tree.

The red Ford pulled up at the last moment and flew over the high treetops.

Mr. Richthofen circled in the sky, trying to finally check his results.

It was a little strange that the other side had bombed so badly, which was beyond my expectations.

A 7.92mm machine gun should not have such firepower.

"Hmm~ Did I just happen to hit the ammo box and cause it to explode?" That was the only conclusion he could come up with in the end.

Pull out the letterbox and send the message out by pigeon.

This newly upgraded fighter jet made its final circle in the sky. The enemy was risking their lives to support the Verdun supply line; no matter what, they were a respectable foe.

By swaying his aircraft in a special manner, Richthofen expressed his respect to the other party in his own unique way.

The red Ford disappeared on the horizon.

The woods fell silent again, broken only by the crackling of burning branches. The Renault truck leaned pitifully against a large tree, seemingly having lost all power.

The cawing of crows rose from afar.

Click! The truck door moved!
Thump! The door was opened, and two people jumped out of the driver's cab one after the other.

"Turn off the fire! Turn off the fire first, or it will really catch fire." The person in the black robe hurriedly picked up the bucket of water, and the lady next to him followed to help.

Zhila! ! !

As the water was poured into the black tin bucket, a wisp of smoke rose slowly, then began to fade and finally disappeared into the sky above the forest.

"He's gone?" Coco Chanel looked up at the sky and asked uncertainly.

“He’s gone, and he probably won’t be coming back. After all, this place is close to the French positions; he won’t stay long.” The man threw the black metal bucket on the ground, walked to the front, and restarted the truck.

With black powder, magnesium powder, and a broken iron barrel with a fuse inserted, a "magic bomb" is formed.

Houdini was more skilled at escape techniques, but his notes also contained a considerable amount of information about light and shadow magic.

There were explosions, bright lights, and rising black smoke, all resembling the aftermath of a violent explosion. To the uninformed, the Renault truck looked as if it had been completely destroyed on the ground.

Then, they pretended to be seriously injured, thus fooling the creatures in the sky.

Speaking of which, that guy in the sky has pretty good piloting skills, but he's probably a bit too "down-to-earth".

"That's terrible! Where did you learn this kind of thing? If you were a con artist, a lot of people would fall for it." Chanel covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes full of laughter.

"Madam, I'll take that as a compliment. Get on the bus! This is the last trip today!"

The Renault truck roared as it reversed, then the engine whirred as the car wobbled back onto the road. Soon after, a released homing pigeon fluttered into the sky.

When the Renault truck entered the camp, many people stepped forward to greet the priest in black robes on board.

Some people offered him cigarettes, while the priest in black robes mingled amicably with a group of truck drivers in a sheltered spot, puffing away.

Seeing the wisps of smoke from the cigarettes, a young nurse came over to stop them. After she forcefully extinguished the cigarettes of several people, she saw the face of that Asian man.

The nurse completely changed her attitude the next second; the girl even bent down and asked the priest with a smile if he wanted something to eat. "Hey, Marlene! This isn't fair. We're all smoking, why are you so mean to us! Can't you just smile at me?" the truck driver complained jokingly from behind.

"When you're as good as Father El, it wouldn't be impossible for me to go on a date with you." The nurse smiled slightly, picked up the instrument tray, and walked over, her ponytail bouncing behind her.

"Oh my God! This is impossible! You're making things difficult for me!" the truck driver said helplessly, spreading his hands in the back.

They evaded German aircraft three times, crossed German artillery fire at night without headlights, and always brought back a large number of wounded soldiers with them.

The black-robed priest and his Renault truck were already a legend among the soldiers.

It even got a nickname among the Germans—the Baladic Fox.

"Hey, Father, watch out, that Arthasian's causing trouble again." Someone whispered to Qin Hao from the side.

The person next to him was Lieutenant Colonel Eugen, whose hometown was in Alsace. He was just like any other German—rigid and stubborn.

Everything is done according to rules and orders; they act like a robot when it comes to organizing things.

Having such subordinates might make a commander feel comfortable, but the reverse is not so appealing.

The truck drivers at the entire base disliked him so much that they used his birthplace instead of his name.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugen walked over slowly, holding a document in his hand and showing it to the world.

“Father El, this is a warrant from the Army’s Religious Affairs Department, with a complete signature and seal,” the lieutenant colonel said with a poker face.

Good heavens, did he really go and ask for this?!

Qin Hao rolled his eyes silently to himself. Dealing with such a serious person was really difficult.

"Alright, Lieutenant Colonel, you win. What do you want me to do?"

"Get ready, the convoy is going to send a group of highly skilled drivers to Belleville Heights, and you are the best."

"Belleville Heights? The one where the Germans used artillery to flatten two inches off the hilltop? Are you planning to stay at base and direct us drivers to fill in the gaps?"

“Father, in the past, I would first investigate where you got your information, but today we are pressed for time.”

The lieutenant colonel put his military cap on his head. "And there's one thing you didn't say accurately."

"I am coming too!"
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Hundreds of kilometers away, at the temporary encampment of the German air force, the commander stared expressionlessly at the young man who had just returned.

"Did they catch that guy?"

"Yes, sir, I saw the other truck explode and crash into the woods with my own eyes," the pilot said with certainty.

The commander shook his head and handed a carrier pigeon tube back to Richthofen.

The note was taken out of the mailbox; the information on it had been completely erased. At the end of the note, someone was asked to write a short word and a special symbol in pencil:

Goodbye (￣▽￣)ノ

"Manfred, you just said you've taken him down. Can you explain what's going on here?" the commander asked with a grim face.

Hiss~ Richthofen's face turned very ugly. He was also completely confused. His eyes shouldn't be lying to him.

"Sir, it's really strange. I clearly saw it explode and catch fire with my own eyes."

The young pilot was overcome with patriotic fervor when he thought about how his mistake had almost caused significant losses to his teammates.

"Sir, I request permission to take off again! This time, we must get him..."

"No need," the commander waved his hand.

"The French are building air defense positions along that road, and the British have also sent three squadrons to patrol the area. It is no longer possible to completely cut off this road by air force."

"Leave the rest to the artillery; we have a more pressing task here." The commander flicked his wooden stick, pointing to the location marked on the map.

"We are tasked with completely sealing off this area and preventing anyone from entering."

"Lieutenant, it's anyone, you know what I mean?"

The commander's wooden stick is pointing at a point on the map where two arrows intersect.

Bellville Heights
(End of this chapter)