Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 135 Death Fight
A red triplane fighter flew overhead, and Richthofen looked down through the glass window.

Thick fog blanketed the French positions, with only the faint outline of the cross on the top of the highest Renault truck visible. There had been no further activity on the battlefield since the explosion.

“What on earth are you doing, you fox?” Richthofen murmured.

A white carrier pigeon flew from below the fighter jet toward the position.

Thick fog rose, and the battlefield was eerily quiet. The German lieutenant leading the team waved his hand and slowly stood up with the soldiers around him.

Quack!

boom! ! ! ! !
A mournful cawing of crows rang out, and a bullet pierced the battlefield, striking the lieutenant squarely in the chest and knocking him to the ground.

A figure appeared in the thick fog.

“There he is, don’t let him get away! Shoot!” someone shouted in German.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!! Thud thud thud thud!!
The soldiers raised their rifles and fired, the sounds of rifles and automatic machine guns blending together like percussion.

A strange thing happened: the shadow in the thick fog appeared and disappeared intermittently, and no matter how many bullets were fired, the shadow never fell, and even got closer and closer.

Quack! Quack!
Quack! Quack!

The cawing of crows rose from all directions, not just one or two, but creating a "stereo" effect in people's ears. The sound seemed to come and go in the thick fog, and the eerie feeling sent chills down the spines of all the soldiers.

“Report, report to the dead… Yes, report to the dead…” someone murmured in fear.

"Damn it! What 'reporter of the dead'? I don't believe it! Everyone, let's..."

quack!
boom! ! !
Another bullet came flying, and the man who had just been speaking fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck.

The soldiers became suspicious and uncertain, and people even instinctively shut their mouths.

Fortunately, there were still veterans and non-commissioned officers in the team, and someone once again took the initiative to stand up and encourage his colleagues.

"Get through quickly! Get through quickly! There aren't many people on the other side! Don't be afraid! The faster you run, the less likely you are to die!"

The sergeant pulled up the men around him and gave them a push from behind, urging everyone to run. The soldiers suppressed their fear, gripped their rifles, and charged forward.

Just as the sergeant said, apart from a few who fell to the ground, most of them rushed out of the area they had just been in.

"See? They're just bluffing! They don't actually have anything to hide. Hmm?"

"What's going on? What is this thing?!"

The lead sergeant discovered that his boots were stuck with a sticky, unidentified substance.

Snapped! !

The sound of shattering glass felt like it was hitting everyone's heart.

call! ! ! !

A raging fire shot into the sky! A barely noticeable underground channel cut across the battlefield, and the burning flames instantly divided the attacking force into two groups of different sizes.

Wow!

The sound of the belt swinging rang out.

The soldiers who rushed out of the flames saw a Maxim machine gun pointed at them from the position ahead, and a person wearing gas masks whose face was obscured was gripping the trigger with both hands.

Soldiers at the latest can even see their own reflection in each other's glasses.

Thump! Thump! Thump thump thump!! Thump thump thump!! Thump thump thump!! Thump thump thump!! Thump thump thump!!
The trigger was pulled, the heavy machine gun roared, bullets pierced through human bodies, and a flock of black crows cawed as they took to the sky.

Hundreds of meters away, Manstein held a telescope, looking at the situation before him with a serious expression.

Firelight flickered in the thick fog, explosions rang out intermittently, and the sounds of heavy machine guns were mixed in. As the fog rose, the captain couldn't see what the battlefield was like, but the soldiers being carried off told him that the attack ahead was going very poorly.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, the attacking troops withdrew.

Few of the soldiers who participated in the attack even saw what their opponents looked like.

Inside the makeshift command post, a sergeant with a charred coat stood before his staff, holding a cup of coffee. Perhaps because of the cold, his hands trembled uncontrollably as he held the coffee.

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir, I can't really explain the situation clearly either, it was too chaotic."

"My clothes caught fire, so I had to lie on the ground to put it out. The bullet went through my head and hit other people."

Faced with his subordinates’ almost weak attitude, Manstein did not choose to reprimand them. Instead, he asked several other soldiers who had withdrawn, and then placed his hand on the map.

"Organize the troops and continue the offensive."

"What?" The colleague next to him thought he had misheard.

“What I mean is to organize the next attack as soon as possible,” Manstein repeated solemnly.

"According to the reports, no soldier encountered more than two enemies, and the French likely only left behind a small elite force."

"Use more intense artillery fire and a higher frequency of attacks to prevent them from resting and neutralize the enemy's individual soldier capabilities!"

"We absolutely cannot let them keep us here!"
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As the moon rose, Mr. Cragg looked at the battlefield before him in horror; the events of the past day had exceeded his comprehension.

The gunfire never stopped for an entire day, meaning that thousands of German troops were held back by that guy and couldn't advance an inch.

Is this something a human being could do?!
Thinking about that guy's past deeds, Kragg felt his heart beating faster and faster.

"Do you really have an immortal body?" he murmured to himself.

boom! boom!
Two explosions occurred about 100 meters away, after which the outside world suddenly became quiet.

it's over? !

That guy's dead?!

Kragg uncertainly threw himself out of the truck and looked out at the world.

The next second, he saw a scene that he would often dream about for the rest of his life.

Under the pitch-black sky, a man whose face was obscured walked slowly out of the trench, carrying a rifle. Behind him lay a battlefield littered with wreckage. A large raven perched on his shoulder, its crimson eyes staring at him.

*Thud!* The gas mask was thrown to the ground, and the man put down his rifle and sat down.

He took out some jerky from his pocket, popped one into his mouth to chew, and tossed the other to the crow on his shoulder.

The black bird swallowed the jerky, while flapping its wings incessantly.

The man took off his robe, which was stained with dark red blood. He casually spread the robe on the ground and then lay down.

It looks like it's about to go to sleep!
"What exactly do you want?!" Krag felt his brain was about to explode; he couldn't understand why the other person was so calm and collected.

"See, didn't I tell you? Why didn't you believe me?"

A man's voice came from the other side.

The man lying on the black robe patted the truck tires beside him.

"This is a good place. I plan to die here."

(End of this chapter)