Battle of the Third Reich

On Monday, October 28th, the weather in Rome was very good. The clear sky was full of sunshine. Even if the clouds of war were covering the Italian land, it still could not prevent the citizens of Rome from sunbathing on the balconies and roofs of various apartments. .

This will be strictly prohibited in the past. The Fascist National Party extremely hates such bad habits. The Italians should be a noble, self-respecting and hard-working people. It is their nature to love labor. As for whether you believe it or not, anyway Sorini believes.

Many factories and enterprises in Rome have been shut down. In addition to the shortage of energy and raw materials, they have also been recruited into the army because of their many workers. Among them were retired veterans and young Italians who had never been in contact with weapons. They received a brand-new Italian military uniform and a rucksack with daily necessities at the designated assembly point, and they were immediately stuffed into the country. Lorenza’s boring tank wagons. The escorted officers claimed that they could obtain weapons after arriving at their destinations, and received regular military training there, and retired veterans could also obtain temporary non-commissioned military ranks.

The weapons, ammunition, and various military supplies previously stockpiled in the Capital District were wiped out in successive reorganizations, which led Mussolini’s plan to form the Roman National Guard to be stranded. He could never let the remaining city. The members of the Fascist National Party took the ancestral spear and sword to fight against the Germans.

Mussolini was a little worried about the emptiness of the Roman city. He ordered an urgent dispatch of supplies and weapons from the southern provinces, but the result was that the local officials used various reasons to delay and delay. The dullness also saw that the **** were simply not prepared to execute this order.

At this time, regardless of whether this new era of Caesar would admit it, he had planned to be soft to the blond boy. Germany and Italy have passed down the fascist system. Italy and Germany were once the closest allies. They should not be overthrown because of some minor contradictions. The trust and friendship that have been established over the years.

Mussolini knew that the rift between the two countries had occurred, but in his view there was still much room for relaxation, but only the Italians and the Germans shed blood for it. At this moment, only some empty words are used to alleviate the contradiction. Obviously unlikely. So Italy has to come up with some practical benefits in order to let the German head of state understand his intentions.

The Italian dictator believes that Italy can still be a reliable ally of Germany. As long as the head of state is not an idiot, he should understand that between a friendly country and an enemy, which one is more in the interests of the Third Reich.

"You set off today and go to Berlin to meet the German head of state and tell him that I am willing to negotiate with him. We need to stop this meaningless war immediately." Mussolini sat behind his exquisite desk with his hands Holding his shaved forehead.

During this time, his mental stress was too heavy. Insomnia and severe stomach problems continued tormenting the leader. His face was gray and dry, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes.

The frontline battle situation is increasingly unfavorable to Italy, the French are advancing quickly along the coastline, a British destroyer fleet suddenly appeared in the sea off Naples, and shelled the weather station on the island of Ischia. Austria judged that the enemy might land in the Gulf of Naples. The enemy’s intention was to cross the southern coast line and cut off the connection between upper and lower Sicily from the flank. So the headquarters again transferred one or two infantry divisions and a black shirt division from the central mountains. The last batch of heavy weapons was transferred from the strategic reserve. These troops were urgently transported to Naples by rail to build the outer defense of the famous Italian city.

At this moment, anyone with good intelligence can already see that Italy cannot win the final victory in this war with Germany, France and Britain. If there is no strong will to support this dictator, it will be replaced by ordinary people. In this position, he has already collapsed.

Mussolini is not that easy to be defeated. He now has full confidence in the agreement between Germany and Italy to reach a separate peace. He believes that as long as the head of state is willing to end the war, then France and Britain will also obey The man’s instructions, like fifteen years ago, he will once again rescue the Kingdom of Italy from the crisis, not because of anything else, but because he is Benito Mussolini.

"Berlin's previous request" Ziano looked at his father-in-law with some hesitation.

"Apart from forcing me to resign, everyone else can promise them. Temporary concessions are necessary. The war has only been going on for eight days. We have lost a third of our troops. The blood of the Italians has been There is enough flow. You go to see Staid and tell him that he won. I am willing to obey his will. Italy will join his new European order." Mussolini is not a fool, he can see the headquarters Moisture in the report, [Mussolini] The line of defense did not block the German offensive, but the Germans themselves stopped advancing.

This battle has been defeated, now it is up to you how to get a decent end. Mussolini is confident that under his "full political experience and wisdom", the German head of state will make the right choice to achieve this task. The key is Ziano in front of him.

"I have a handwritten letter here. You must hand it to him in person. I believe that after reading this letter, he will feel my kindness and sincerity. Italy can become a firm ally with Germany again. He should know that Germany needs Italy. , Just as Italy needs me." Mussolini rubbed his eyes, opened the folder in front of him, took out an envelope prepared earlier and handed it to the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"I will personally hand it to Steide, hoping that things will develop as you predicted. I spoke with Ribbentrop, and according to him, the head of state's attitude towards overthrowing Italy's current political situation was not Very determined, he seems to have other plans."

"I can imagine how proud Steide is now. The uncrowned king of Europe has established the most powerful alliance in the world. Of course he has the strength to be dissatisfied with Italy. I admit that I am a bit arrogant on this issue. I Will accept this lesson." Mussolini wiped his desk and stood up.

"Ziano, now the future of Italy is in your hands, try to persuade the head of state, even if you are humble, as long as he agrees to stop the war. You have to tell him, as long as I continue to serve The Italian Prime Minister, he can get everything he wants." Mussolini walked around the desk and grasped Ziano's shoulders with both hands, with a serious expression.

"I will. For you and the Kingdom of Italy, I swear I will do my best to accomplish this mission." Ziano's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded respectfully. At this time an adjutant came to the door of the office and knocked on the open door.

"Your Excellency, General Badogrio asked to see you."

"Badoglio? Why didn't he make a call in advance?" Mussolini was puzzled.

"You set off today. We don't have much time. We must see Stade before the Germans break through the Apennines. No matter what method you have to complete the mission, I believe you, treat you as a biological son, don't let it down My trust, Galeazzo." The dictator looked at his son-in-law and said with a serious heart.

"Follow your orders, Your Excellency Prime Minister." Ziano stepped back and gave Mussolini a gesture of raising his hand.

"Let's go out through the side door." Mussolini raised his hand in return.

"Please ask Marshal Badogrio to come up, is he alone?" The Italian Prime Minister watched as his son-in-law left, and then turned to face the adjutant at the door.

"No, along with His Majesty the King's bodyguard." The staff responded respectfully.

"Got it, please come up."

Mussolini pulled the hem of his uniform, adjusted the neck tie to the dressing mirror in the corner, and then put his hands behind his back, waiting for the arrival of the chief of staff of the headquarters.

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