Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 134 One Man's Battle

The gas mask was thrown on the ground, and Qin Hao seemed to have taken off the mask that he had been wearing on his face.

The soldiers trusted him, loved him, and believed that he could lead everyone out of their predicament.

But in reality, he doesn't have many options left.

Historically, by this stage of the Battle of Verdun, there was little technological sophistication involved; both sides were essentially just using more artillery and more lives to pull the battle lines back and forth.

Having lost the previous opportunity, I probably wouldn't be able to complete the task of keeping the diary.

He had been hesitant about whether to use another piece, but the soldier who died in front of him today made him finally decide.

There was a Browning pistol in front of me.

With just a snap of the fingers and the cost of a single chess piece, everything can start over.

However, cowardly shooting himself in the head and dying like a cornered stray dog ​​in a dark room was not his style.

Let's make a big scene and cause a huge uproar.

The next moment, he gripped the gun in his hand tightly again.
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When Chanel woke up, it was already evening.

"Going out without a gas mask, ma'am, you're getting bolder and bolder." The man in black robes walked over carrying a bowl of unidentified beverage.

"Here, drink this."

It was almost a command, but the usually strong-willed Chanel simply nodded and drank the contents of her bowl in one gulp.

"It's so salty," the woman complained with an exaggerated expression.

"Because it's salt water, the burning sensation in your throat will be less."

Chanel nodded, opened her mouth as if to say something, but was stopped by the person in front of her.

"Time is tight, so I'll just talk and you can listen."

“You’ve been knocked unconscious by the poison gas, so it’s not safe for you to stay here right now. I’ve asked around, and one of the soldiers has experience driving a tractor. He’s not very skilled, but he can manage to get you back.”

"You and the wounded will take a truck to the field hospital. When you get there, it will be Easter. Stay there and don't come back."

"Oh, by the way, you hid that spy in a place like that, he almost suffocated. I'll leave him here, maybe he'll come in handy sometime."

"Go there and find Lieutenant Colonel Eugen. He owes me a favor, so he'll definitely take care of you."

Chanel listened and nodded, but the unease in her heart grew stronger.

The man in the black robe spoke as if he were giving his last words.

"You, what about you?" Chanel felt an itch in her throat, and her tone of voice changed.

"We should stay a little longer until the new reinforcements arrive, then we can retreat."

"Don't worry, we'll meet again soon."

Before Easter, Chanel and a small group of wounded soldiers left the position under the escort of trucks. When she saw Belleville Heights disappear from sight, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the camera in her arms.

The cannons roared, and the other soldiers in the fortress gathered together uneasily, looking at the final countdown on the [Mobile Church]. Everyone was filled with anxiety.

It's clear to anyone with eyes that if reinforcements don't arrive, the fortress will likely fall within two or three days.

"Can we really wait until Easter?"

Many people ask themselves this question.

The next moment, the door opened.

The priest in black robes strode in, and everyone immediately sensed that the priest they were already familiar with seemed to have changed somewhat.

The difference wasn't just in his demeanor; the priest also wore a purple-trimmed cross epaulette prominently on his shoulder.

No one slept well on the night before Easter.

On the German positions, the staff office where Manstein was located was still brightly lit.

"Two battalions! This time we need to send two battalions up!"

"This is the maximum number of soldiers that the battlefield can accommodate. We will definitely be able to take the enemy's position tomorrow."

"Tell the soldiers that after the war, we can have a proper Easter."
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As dawn broke, the priest in black robes leaned alone against the Renault truck, fiddling with the weapon in his hand.

Lebel M1886 rifles, Hotchkiss M1914 light machine guns, 75mm rapid-fire cannons, Mills grenades, and even some unidentified metal buckets.

The black-robed priest, unusually dressed in his formal attire, inspected each weapon and rearranged them. Strangely, apart from him and a prisoner, there were no other French soldiers on the position.

Mr. Cragg was tied up and thrown into the car, while Mr. Spy watched in horror at what was happening before him.

"Rasputin! You're a madman! A madman!"

"I thought you were just faking your madness in St. Petersburg! I never imagined you really were insane!"

"There are at least eight thousand people on the other side, and you're just sitting here waiting to die!"

Wow!

The priest in the black robe put down the machine gun in his hand and looked at the person in front of him again.

“Mr. Krag, to be honest, I don’t recognize you. When have I seen you before?” The man smiled and approached him, stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth. He neither confirmed nor denied Rasputin’s identity.

"At the ball that day, I was in the crowd..." The man couldn't resist the pressure and finally blurted it out.

Then the man gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard who mocks the gods, do you really think you're immortal?!"

"Oh? You don't believe me?" The man in the black robe squinted at him.

"I..." The spy hesitated, wanting to shout it out.
"You're a complete liar! You fooled the Tsar, and you fooled everyone here!"

But the image of that person who had ingested poison and poisoned wine, and who had arrogantly prophesied among the crowd, lingered in his mind.

To alleviate his fear, Kragg tried to distract himself by asking questions.

Where are your soldiers?

"Let's go, to Foxburg, three kilometers away, to re-establish our position."

"How is that possible?! You didn't give the order to retreat!"

“I told everyone to draw lots, and whoever draws the lot stays,” the priest in black robes said, taking out a short black and white slip of paper from his robes and playing with it as he spoke.

"You lied to them?! Why? Just to save their lives?! Do you really think of yourself as a flawless saint?!"

“Lie? I’m an ascetic, why would I lie to believers?” The man in black robes held up the note.

"I simply made a slight adjustment to the odds of the draw."

“You…” Krag felt his breathing become heavy; he couldn’t understand the other person’s thinking.

Is he really crazy?
But he died in front of hundreds of people that day! I saw it with my own eyes!
resurrection? !
So what does he want to do now?!

He remembered what he had heard in the prayer room that day.

"Looks like I'm going to die again."

Thump thump thump thump! !!! !!!

The Germans began shelling! The position was engulfed in flames.

But the priest in the black robe sat calmly in front of the Renault truck, toying with the cross in one hand, and the black raven landed on his shoulder again.

Strangely, as he slowly got up, thick fog began to gather around him and spread across the battlefield.

"The curtain has fallen, Mr. Cragg. I must thank you for staying with me until the end; it would be too boring to do it alone."

The next second, the man seemed to pull on something in his hand.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A tremendous explosion erupted within the advancing German ranks!

"Push forward! Push forward! Don't back down, necessary losses are acceptable! This time we must take down those guys!" Manstein was practically gritting his teeth as he watched everything unfold in the command post.

When he saw the soldiers break through the smoke and continue their charge, the young Junker nobleman breathed a sigh of relief and turned to ask his advisor.

"What's the feedback from the Air Force? What information is there on the enemy positions?"

"Sir, we just received feedback from the Air Force." The second lieutenant staff officer next to him took out a report.

"Fog is obstructing observation of the French positions, but based on the current situation, the enemy probably... has..."

"What is it?! Why are you hesitating?"

"I'm sorry, there might be a problem with the intelligence." The staff officer stood at attention and apologized.

"The Air Force report says that only one person has been found on the opposite position!"

(End of this chapter)