My Third Empire

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The Germans raided a villa on the outskirts of Rome. This was not good news for all Italian high-level officials. His Majesty the King quickly called all the ministers he could find, including Mussolini, and asked the Germans Will not break into Rome and control the entire Italy. ∈↗ vertex novel,

After Mussolini insisted that this was only a small-scale German army, several important figures in Italy who finally supported the off-axis country finally let down. But they still asked Mussolini to arrange trusted troops into Rome to increase the security of the guards around their residence.

After accepting the requests of these people, Mussolini finally left the king's residence. He already felt that the current situation was very bad, but he was still full of hope for his future. Even the defeat of the border troops did not make him so depressed, but the fall of the villa made him feel the crisis.

"The road that climbed to the top of the mountain around the villa was buried with more than 300 mines! I deployed a strengthening battalion there, but there were more than 600 people!" Mussolini, who was in charge of the villa With his head down, his boss was furious. He knew that he had messed things up, and that they were irreparable.

"I don't want to know how you messed up the thing, I only knew it was messed up by you!" Mussolini complained angrily: "The American envoy was on my chassis, and the Germans 'S troops lost the pot ... If you were the US government, would this account be put on my head? "

In fact, what he was most afraid of was not the blame of the Americans, but the United States abandoned its plan to support Italy because of this raid. This is the real fatal question. Once the United States has given up on Italy, how long can a country like Italy with weak combat power be struggling under the German iron fist?

Thinking of this, Mussolini gritted his teeth, and he knew that he had no way out, so he could only go forward with a scalp: "You go, notify all ports, seize German goods, including those sent to Israel! Order The navy blockades all seas ... In addition, please invite my staff to come and go. "

"Yes! Mr. Leader! I will do it! If there is no other order, then I will go out first!" Seeing Mussolini waved impatiently, the confidant nodded quickly and quit Musso Rini's office.

Mussolini in the house changed his face. He whispered softly: "If it weren't because I really had no one to use, I would have killed you stupid!"

After scolding his uncompromising man, he grabbed the phone and dialed the officer ’s office downstairs in the security force: “Hey, I ’m Mussolini, raise the guards around my office by one more level, and give me the strength Double it! If necessary, arrange anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns and iron fist rockets ... "

"Yes, leader! I will then deploy a battalion from the capital's defense force to deploy vigilance around your office!" The officer in charge of Mussolini's security agreed on the phone.

Hearing this assurance, Mussolini let go of it slightly. He looked at the Italian territory on the wall that had been expanding ever since he took office, and sighed helplessly. Libya ’s oil exploitation rights, transportation routes, and even taxation powers have all been bought by the Germans at low prices. What difference does this vast colony have?

Looking at the chaotic situation, every day is in the dead Balkan Peninsula, where it is a pity to let this Italian leader eat it tastelessly, he did share a part of the Balkan Peninsula land, but thus fell into the endlessness of the local guerrillas In the harassment of harassment, it is impossible to withdraw.

"I just want to make my motherland stronger, is it so sinful?" Mussolini complained again, and in his opinion, he was only seeking normal means to seek the prosperity of his country. It's just going on. Not long ago, everyone did this, swaying back and forth among the big powers, constantly using alliances and betrayal to gain benefits.

But in just a few decades, the two world wars have changed everything, and now allies need more strategic vision than before, and it is not easy to change easily. Everything in the world has changed, and it has become more bloody, cruel and cruel.

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Just as Mussolini was sad in his office, the German paratroopers were curling up their bodies under the enemy's machine gun. Not all Italians are surrendered national slaves. At this important strategic airport, the local defenders and the German paratroopers who came to occupy the place broke out in a real fierce battle.

"The battalion commander, the 2nd company in the east was suppressed by anti-aircraft guns! Their firepower was too fierce, and we could not make a breakthrough in the east." A radio soldier carrying a radio was lying beside Borol , Reporting loudly the news just delivered.

They have tried to establish an offensive siege position nearby, but the Italian defenders in the airport unexpectedly refused to surrender and fired back on all offensive attempts. The opponent's ammunition is adequate and well prepared, so the Germans had no good way to take this airport with a circular defensive position.

"Damn, who said this airborne Italy is a happy trip?" Borol looked into the distance with a telescope, constantly firing at the nearby Italian anti-aircraft gun turret on the high platform, complaining: I knew I should bring a paratrooper tank instead of giving up so many types of equipment in order to install more paratroopers. "

This time, in order to achieve the maximum and maximum range of airborne paratroopers and quickly occupy the largest area of ​​Italian land, the German paratroopers did not carry a large number of heavy weapons, and the 75mm multi-purpose infantry artillery and paratrooper tanks did not airborne with the troops. They only have individual weapons like grenades and explosive bags.

The Germans did achieve their desired tactical purpose, and the number of paratroopers was increased. Therefore, within the first 10 hours after the war, the German paratroopers controlled the vast area of ​​northern Italy and prepared for the rapid advance of the German ground troops.

"Take a squad of soldiers and attack another 30 meters forward from that direction! Can it be done? I will support you with all the firepower I can find. At that distance, build a forward machine gun position and then spread it out I ’ll attack the enemy ’s firepower here! "Borol commanded Donner, the one-armed man beside him.

Downer nodded immediately and turned around and shouted loudly: "Soldiers in 1 row, 2 rows and 1 team, come with me! Let these Italians know how good we are!"

Although he only has one hand, the one-armed Downer's name is unknown in the entire paratrooper battalion. His hand was lost in Dammamhur, but there was a temperament there, a temperament about soldiers. Now when he stands there, it will make people feel the majesty that is different from the rest, which is a texture that does not match his age.

"Machine gun! Fire at the enemy's firepower! Suppress the enemy's weapons! Our people are ready to attack!" The company commander of the 1 company shouted loudly to a machine gun team not far away from the pit wall of a foxhole .

The shooter who put the **** of the g42 machine gun on his shoulder nodded his head at his company commander, and then the machine gun in his hand vibrated, as if the force of the bullet chain was drawn into the body of the gun. The shell window fell to the ground. The endless spray of the machine gun's flaming tongue, tracer bullets mixed in the rain of bullets, flew to the distant target.

"Attack!" Seeing the Italian firepower suppressed, Downer jumped out of the bunker, waving his already bare wrist and shouting to his comrades aloud.

With his shouts, a dozen German paratroopers leapt from where they were hiding. They tried to lower their bodies as much as possible, carrying their weapons, facing the enemy's intensive rain of bullets, and rushing towards their targets. Someone was hit by a bullet, struggling to fall to the ground, and the rest continued to rush forward to accomplish their sacred mission.

"Sniper! Can you kill the gunman on that firepower? That machine gun position is a serious threat." While watching Downer's offensive, someone was hit by a bullet, and Borol was so anxious that he turned around. , Loudly questioning the sniper behind him.

"I'm firing! This is not a good distance!" The sniper did not let his eyes off the rifle sight when he answered. He focused on his prey and then shot to take away the life of the prey. . His hands were very stable, and he didn't even tremble when holding the gun.

"Boo!" With a gunshot, the continuous threat of fire on the very threatening machine gun no longer flashed. After firing dozens of rounds at that machine gun position, the sniper finally seemed to complete his combat mission at this moment.

The Italian fire support had a short pause, so the German offensive momentum rose violently. These brave German paratroopers shouted the slogan of Dammamhur and frantically approached the Italian position. In the end they got close enough distance, enough distance for them to show their courage.

"Damanhur! Offensive!" Borol saw the enemy's firepower suppressed by the machine gun position established by the wing protruding Downer, and decisively ordered the attack. So hundreds of German troops jumped out of their bunkers and began to rush towards the Italians opposite.