Although Lynn did not ask for it from beginning to end, the "butcher" still took his own initiative to ask him to take out the wrench gun, and then dismantled the gun into parts as he was resting in the previous village, and gave the hammer he thought was in trouble to the "old blacksmith" wearing the old German uniform.

The "old blacksmith" took the hammer and looked around, and said something to the "butcher". He nodded, gave the remaining parts to the other party, and then lifted up his cuff to show Lin Neng his watch. The time on the dial was five:25. The "butcher" then made six gestures with his fingers, and pointed to the corresponding square on the dial. Lin Neng guessed that he was saying that six o'clock could be repaired.

As long as the Soviet army did not rush to attack, Lin En could still wait for thirty-five minutes. He quickly nodded to the "butcher". The SS sergeant originally planned to leave, but he looked at Lin En's broken steel helmet, turned to look at the "metal scraps" in the store, and walked into the store alone without saying a word. He picked out a helmet from the pile of metal garbage, turned around and made a gesture to Lin En. Lin En was stunned for a moment, and quickly took off his helmet and took it in.

A good helmet may be able to save a life at a critical moment, but when he took the helmet from the "butcher", Lynn suddenly hesitated. Although it looked intact, the experience on the battlefield told Lynn: Often these are the ones of the dead soldiers.

He was not very interested in the theory of ghosts and gods, and he was not very brave since he was a child. However, Lin En was still a little resistant to this "relic", and he was not willing to let down the "butcher"'s kindness and stood there with a lot of conflicts. I don't know if he didn't pay attention to Lin En's expression or didn't want to pay attention to this guy's pretentiousness at all, the "butcher" then walked out.

Lynn had no choice but to hang his helmet on his belt and walk out of the shop. They continued to walk along the previous direction and finally arrived at the small circular square in front of the church - the place that Lynn noticed when he first saw the town. There was no fountain pool in the center of the square as Lynn imagined. The pebbles on the ground were quite smooth under the years of trampling by the residents. At this time, hundreds of German soldiers gathered around the square, which seemed to be divided according to the differences between their respective troops. The "butcher" stopped a soldier and asked a few questions, and then took Lynn to the right side of the church, where more than twenty soldiers gathered.

In front of the house where the windows and glass were completely broken, they were basically depressed and covered in mud. It seemed that they had just retreated from the front line. When they walked to a lieutenant with an upper lip, the "butcher" saluted a military salute with a righteous tone, and the other party also saluted at the same time. Judging from the tone and expression of the two of them talking next, they must know each other. I think this group of people belong to the same army, regiment, battalion, company or platoon? Thinking about the life-and-death experience along the way, Lin En ruled out the last option very surely, and the second to last made him feel a little unlikely.

The answer seemed not important to Lynn at this moment. The "butcher" talked with the SS who was about the same age for more than a minute, turned to look at the church, and the sentence ended in a question-and-answer. The lieutenant looked back at the church and answered calmly. The "butcher" nodded, turned to speak to Lynn, and then realized that the guy's ears were not clear at the moment, so he whispered towards the church. Lynn thought that he probably asked him to go to the church to pray together. Although he had no religious beliefs, the soul traveled through this stage was still somewhat related to the Creator. So he nodded and followed the "butcher" toward the Gothic building.

In Europe, churches are often the most magnificent building of a town, and the proportion of believers is said to be far more than the other three continents in the world. There are many different opinions on the reason why religion is prevalent here, but only some theologians and historians are interested in tracing it back. In Lynn's view, religious belief is nothing more than a spiritual support and a pillar of thought for people to overcome difficulties when facing reality defects. If you believe, you have it, and if you don't believe, you don't. When a person is always in the pain of life that cannot be extricated, faith may become the only reason for him to survive.

When he walked into the church porch, the gray arches and walls immediately gave people a sense of solemnity. Lynn couldn't help but slow down, but his heavy leather boots still made a clattering sound when he stepped on the stone floor. This church was not as magnificent as the famous church introduced by the Tourism TV. The narrow and long main hall even gave people a sense of cramping. The two rows of backrest poses extended from the entrance to the altar at the front. It was probably enough to accommodate four or five hundred people. It was completely imagined that the crowded scenes of the residents of the town came to worship, attend weddings or baptisms. At this moment, there were only twenty or thirty people sitting scattered on the bench, and most of them were uniformed soldiers. Some of them bowed their backs, some looked at the statue of Christ with their hands folded, and some just sat upright, with military caps and helmets placed beside them.

Like the "Butterfighter", Lynn took off his cloth hat and placed his weapon outside the door when he entered the church. The two walked in the passage between the benches, which was different from the piety shown by the "Butterfighter". Lynn looked at the church in this ordinary German town with curious eyes: the towering dome roof is covered with colorful murals, and six ancient crystal lamps are hanging along the middle line. From the lower edge of the dome to the upper part of the arch are two rows of windows that are not completely connected together. They are inlaid with large pieces of colored glass, and some have been broken and fallen off. As the last ray of setting sun shines on the window to the west, it forms a magical halo effect, which also makes the entire church shrouded in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Walking to the third row of the first, the "butcher" stopped and moved to the right side of the wall to sit down. Only then did Lynn notice that the statue of Jesus worshipped on the divine platform ahead was not the most common "crucifixion". Jesus here was wearing a white robe and spreading his arms with a peaceful and kind look, as if he wanted to embrace his people, and as if he was spreading blessings throughout the world. For those who had just returned from the battlefield, this was the embrace of God's love, a harbor that could hide from the storm, and a sacred place that could atone for worldly sins.

Thinking of the "butcher" perhaps more than wishing to be calm alone at this time, Lynn chose the left position in the same row, gently placed the steel helmet and military cap on the bench, and then sat down slowly. There was no roar of planes and armored vehicles, no roar of gunfire, and no sound of people talking. Such a special environment made Lynn's mood calm soon. For a while, he even forgot his experience of purgatory for dozens of hours, and forgot those

The companions who died in various ways forgot about the enemies they were shot to death. However, after a moment, the scenes that could not bear to look back were still circling in Lin N's mind like a lantern. He looked up and looked forward. The snow-white statue of Jesus stood quietly on the stage of God. He half-opened his eyes, neither surprised nor sad, and looked at the bloody killings in this world with a tolerant heart. His open arms began to have a downward range from his shoulders, which just demonstrated God's mercy to mortals.

He looked at the "butcher", put his forehead on the back of the front bench, put his hands together on his knees, closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be muttering.

Are you atoneing for yourself? As far as Lynn saw, the SS Sergeant's rough attitude towards his subordinates was just a reflection of his style of conduct, not a bad behavior at all, and he showed his care and care for his companions in many small details. As for the opponent he killed, it seemed that he was not as good as Lynnn.

Are you praying for yourself? Everything on the battlefield is full of accidentality. A hard way of fighting does not mean death before others. In the fierce battle over the past three days, countless soldiers died at the bottom of the trench, but people as tall as pine trees survived. The great god of war seemed to be protecting the bravest warriors in the dark.
Chapter completed!