Battle of the Third Reich

"A lie can only be a lie. There will always be a day when the truth is revealed. You cannot cover up all the facts. The people will definitely agree with our ideas. All we do is to protect this country, even if it is misunderstood. , But I personally have a clear conscience." Badogrio replied with a pretentious expression, the Field Marshal tried to restrain emotional fluctuations, and the old soldier did not want Mussolini to see through his weakness.

"You are just deceiving yourself, Badoglio. You should be clear that I have no bluff, evidence of this kind of thing, I can make it as much as I want. The Italian people love me and support me, they will believe me unconditionally Everything said." Mussolini scoffed at the Marshal's rebuttal.

"We are saving this kingdom. You have completely lost your mind. You only know that you are arrogantly provoking everywhere. You are pushing Italy into hell." Badoglio rebuked.

"The kingdom does not need anyone to save, in fact I am leading her to prosperity!" Mussolini said loudly.

"Your arrogance and recklessness almost destroyed this country, Bettoni Mussolini!"

"I don’t have it. It’s you on the contrary. You despicable treason thieves have traded with the enemy in order to achieve your despicable purpose. What is that [Mussolini line of defense] compared to you? Everyone needs to know. Why should the garrison troops in the capital be taken away, and why should the Roman reserve army be taken away? You think that with such ridiculous reasons, you can blind the eyes of the Italian people."

"The people don't understand the truth. I admit that the methods we use are a bit dark, but our purpose is just." Badogrio finally couldn't help raising his voice.

"The people don't need to know the truth, they just need to know that you are treason thieves." Mussolini laughed, and he finally saw Badoglio's appearance of anger.

"Your subordinates have confessed all of them. They don't want to be buried for you. If I need it, the German side also agreed to provide a telegram between you. They haven't trusted you fools from the beginning. Fooled you in applause. You are completely over, Badogrio, you will die as a traitor." Mussolini reminded him of the fact that the members of the coup gang don't think about it anymore. Being able to sacrifice as a hero, in addition to their lives, they have lost the glory accumulated in most of their lives.

"You can't do it at all, and His Majesty the King will stand up to testify for us." Badoglio finally lost his square. He valued honor more than his own life in his life, and Mussolini is now ready to take both. All snatched together, which he absolutely cannot tolerate.

"Your Majesty is in a hurry to find someone to reach out and want to reach a settlement with the Germans. He has long been self-sufficient. If he can maintain the rule of the Savoy dynasty, I believe he will be happy to stand up and accuse you of these people. But in the end Depends on the meaning of the Germans, I also feel powerless about this now." Mussolini changed his sitting position a bit unnaturally.

"It seems that you have seen the faces of the Germans, and they will not trust you either. You are just a puppet that they have raised." Badoglio knew Mussolini was talking about facts, and he sneered. .

"None of this would have happened. I was ready to negotiate with the Germans. At that time, we still had half of Italy, with half a million army troops, and an intact Mediterranean fleet. Stead would not fail to notice this. One thing, in the end he will definitely agree with my plan, so that we need to pay much less than now.

But it is you who destroyed all my efforts. Now that the Germans have occupied three quarters of Italian territory, we have lost all the chips in our hands. Your coup has broken the political balance that I have been striving to maintain. Now I can only rely on the power of the Germans to regain control of the state and withstand the pressure exerted by Britain and France to maintain the integrity of the territory and restore it again. Social order. Mussolini stood up and paced back and forth in front of the door.

"I admit that I am now a puppet or something similar, but this is the only way I can choose. This is all given by you idiots. You ruined my plan and took away my power. , I had to choose to rise up in self-defense.

If you are successful, I believe it will not let me live, waiting for my best ending, perhaps rotten and died in the underground cell of the palace. I am Bettoni Mussolini, the leader of the Italian Fascist Party, and cannot die in a dirty corner like a mouse.

Now the German head of state is willing to ease relations with me, agreeing that I continue to be the prime minister of the kingdom of Italy, and allow Italy to join his new European order, and all I have to do is show obedience and obedience to the head of empire on strategic issues Following the footsteps of Germany and making Italy a vassal of the Third Reich, does this sound difficult to accept? Mussolini crossed his hips and lifted his jaw.

"But I agreed to all their conditions. I couldn't refuse the Germans' request, because my army was transferred into the German encirclement, most of my cabinet members have been bought by you, and my king has abandoned me, The nobles always wanted to cut off my head.

I love this country so much, but the reward I get is a shameless conspiracy. Rome is no longer the Rome in my heart, and the king is no longer worthy of my loyalty. A trace of sorrow appeared on Mussolini's face, and he was frustrated by his failure.

"I can understand your thoughts, Mussolini. But I will never forgive you for colluding with Germany and betraying your own country."

"Aren't you the same? After your coup was successful, wouldn't you be servile to the Germans, succumb to the powerful force of the other, and rely on the interests of the betrayal country in exchange for a scrap paper-like armistice agreement." Sorini sneered in the corner of his mouth.

"We will not betray the interests of the kingdom. We can sign an alliance agreement with Germany and France and the United Kingdom. von Steide has stated that he has no territorial requirements for Italy." Badoglio said loudly Speaking.

"You are too small to look at Reinhardt von Steide. He wants more than you think, but now I suddenly realize that I don't need to tell you this, I just want to say what you are What I can do, I can do the same. I can tell you now that I’m going to Berlin next week, mainly to sign this alliance agreement with Von Steide.” Mussolini sat back again on the chair.

"But this is no longer a question that you can consider, Badoglio, you naive idiot." The Prime Minister shook his index finger roughly against the Landing Field Marshal.

"You and your companions will be deprived of the rank and all the honors that have been won, your family will be exiled to the African colonies, your son has been arrested, your grandson is only one year old, they will be in Africa In the hot desert, they tragically spent the rest of their lives." Mussolini smiled and said terrible content.

"You can't do this, my family is completely unaware, they are innocent." Badogrio finally screamed out of control, he stood up and tried to pounce on Mussolini, but forgot his feet Tethered with a strong chain, the Field Marshal suddenly tripped to the ground and crawled to the feet of the Italian dictator.

"I don’t think so. Badoglio Badoglio. After all, you are all surnamed Badoglio. My ex-Chief of Staff, to be honest, I’m already quite compassionate. Someone suggested to you The family sent them to a concentration camp in Germany, and then let them rot in the Black Forest over there." Mussolini's smile looked extraordinarily grim.

"Be merciful, I know your heart is as hard as steel, but looking at the merits made for the kingdom in my first half of life, I beg you to let my family go." Badogrio did not stand up. He was finally defeated. The distinguished marshal, like an ordinary Italian old man at the moment, curled up on the floor, his eyes full of pleading and fear.

"I admire everything you have done for the kingdom. Really, I sent it from the heart." Mussolini squatted down and stroked his chest.

"But I will never forgive you for what you have done to me. You want to take away my power, my life, everything I have, so I also take away yours." The dictator patted the old man shaved The forehead is like patting a pet dog.

"What exactly do you want from me, Mussolini, you devil." Badogrio reached out and grabbed Mussolini's shirt.

"What else can you please me, Lord Marshal, ah, yes, you are no longer a marshal, you are just an ordinary criminal." Mussolini struck Badoglio's hand, and then Grabbed the other party's epaulet. "Send mercy, Virgin Mary." Badogrio closed his eyes, and the tears in the corners of his eyes slid down the thin cheeks.

"Look at your pitiful appearance. I am very grateful that the German head of state chose me instead of you, otherwise I will surely fall to a more miserable end than you." Mussolini stood up.

"But one thing is wrong, I'm not the kind of iron-hearted monster you said, so I'm going to give you another chance, Badogrio, a chance for atonement."

Looking down at the former chief of staff who lost his soul like a house dog, the Italian dictator said with a smug look. (To be continued.)