Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

In less than half an hour, the German armored forces had advanced into Italian territory. Frank, who was riding on the tank, waved to Anthony. "Goodbye, Anthony, my friend. I'll buy you a drink when you come back."

"Good luck to you, my friend." Looking at Anthony who was smiling and waving to them, the German soldier sitting next to Frank joked. "What you just said sounds like a death flag."

Frank asked doubtfully. "What death flag?"

"Have you not read His Highness's comics? I have never seen anyone who set the death flag and did not die." Frank couldn't help but spat after hearing the explanation of the death flag. "Bah, crow's mouth, I'm still planning to live a long life."

The armored troops marched straight in, as if they were driving at high speed on their own land, and encountered almost no resistance. The roadside was filled with joking Italian defenders, as if the arrogant German soldiers were stepping on something other than the land they were ordered to guard.

Such a strange scene actually made some German recruits feel a little scared. "These Italians aren't letting us go on purpose, are they planning to encircle and annihilate us?" After all, these Italian soldiers are far more numerous than them. What if these Italians suddenly get into trouble?

The veterans on the side burst into laughter. "Put away your worries. Do you know why His Highness calls the Italian army?"

The recruit shook his head in confusion. "What?"

The veteran said proudly. "Noodle Army. The noodles look very hard and crispy before they are put in the pot, but become soft and delicious after being put in the pot. The Italian army is like their noodles. It looks like that on the surface, but once a war starts, it will You’ll find that it’s not that ingredient at all. But to be honest, pasta is a world-class delicacy. I have to try authentic pasta when I get to Rome.”

The recruit breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his back instinctively. Since His Highness said it, it must be correct. He is also a fanatical believer of Yannick and has long believed that everything Yannick said is the truth.

The German army, which had long been ready to go, crossed the Italian border area. Most of the troops did not fire a shot. Only relying on the orders of the new queen and the new minister of defense, the Italian defenders, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, were able to disarm.

No one cared about whether these Italians laid down their weapons obediently because they were loyal to the royal family or because they were afraid of the reputation of the German army.

A few Italians wanted to resist, but after a few minutes, the German soldiers drove them out of their bunkers like pigs.

While the German army was rampaging across Italy, Mussolini, who was hiding in his secret villa, was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Damn it, damn it! What the hell is going on!!" Swear to God, his loyalty to the royal family can be seen from the sun and the moon. Even in his dreams, he did not dare to have the idea of ​​killing the royal family.

He still hasn't figured out why this happened. He invited the king and the crown prince to participate in the military parade, but that was to show them the power of the Italian army.

Unexpectedly, when the military parade was in progress, a few soldiers suddenly rushed to the parade platform like crazy. Without saying a word, they raised their submachine guns and fired wildly, and even threw grenades. But as if they were targeting the king and the crown prince, he was taken away from the scene by the escort unscathed and escaped to this secret villa.

"There must be a conspiracy here!" Soldiers in the military parade cannot use bullets. Although the guns in the hands of the soldiers are real, the guns and artillery used in the military parade are absolutely prohibited from being loaded! Furthermore, all firearms must be inspected to ensure there are no bullets before getting in the vehicle and after arriving at the scene. This is a non-negotiable discipline!

But how on earth did those damn rebels bring so many bullets into the parade?

There must be a powerful black hand behind all this! !

But his guard chief reported that the rebel soldiers had been killed on the spot, and it was impossible to find clues from them.

What made him even more frightened was that he didn't know which radio station was reporting on it, but it was reported that he ordered the murder of the king and the crown prince. Although he has ordered a quick investigation to find out which bastard framed him like this, this kind of skill will be fruitless for a while. Maybe when they find out, the whole world will think that he is the murderer.

"Leader Mussolini, please calm down first." At this time, there were several other middle-aged men in straight suits in his living room, trying to persuade Mussolini to calm down.

"Asshole, how can I be calm?" Mussolini swore violently, saying that such a big black pot could kill someone if it fell down.

After he finished cursing, he suddenly stared at these people with blood-red eyes. "It's not your fault, is it?"

Several middle-aged people shook their heads hurriedly. "Your Excellency Mussonelli, we are here to make friends. How could we never do or have the ability to do such a crazy thing? You should be more suspicious of the Germans. Maybe they are secretly framing you. of."

"Germans?" Mussolini thought for a moment and shook his head. He didn't think the Germans had any reason to do this. Although the Germans did not agree to his alliance request, the two countries have always been in harmony with each other.

No matter so much, the most important thing now is to solve this mess and find a way to clear his innocence first. "Now how to do?"

One of the middle-aged men spoke. "The most important thing is to take control of the army first. Otherwise, if we do nothing, we might as well..."

Before he finished speaking, there was suddenly intensive gunshots outside, and Mussolini was shocked. "what's the situation?!"

His chief of guard came up and reported. "Leader, we were attacked by a group of unknown armed forces! They..."

Snapped! With the crisp sound of the glass window shattering, a ball of blood burst out from the temple of the guard captain, and he fell straight down. The people in the living room screamed and fell to the ground in fright.

"boom!"

The main entrance of the villa had been blown open by powerful explosives. A group of soldiers wearing German special forces uniforms poured in through the breach and skillfully formed a formation inside the house. Most of these special forces were equipped with MP44 assault rifles, and their firepower was far more sustained than the villa's escorts, and they were quickly overwhelmed and unable to raise their heads.

"Put down your weapons and surrender immediately! Otherwise we will throw grenades!! Give you five seconds, 5! 4! 3!..." the German noncommissioned officer leading the team shouted in standard Italian.

"Chuchuchu!!" Compared with other noodle troops, these Mussolini's escorts can be said to be the elite among the elite. They can fulfill their oath to defend the leader to the death, and immediately responded with several Beretta M1938A submachine guns. Received the surrender notice from the German non-commissioned officer.

The German special forces did not hesitate and threw several grenades directly. The loud explosions made the whole villa tremble.

After the explosion, only the painful groans of the escort soldiers were left.

After getting rid of the remaining enemies in the villa, the special forces stepped into the living room on the second floor. They looked at Mussolini and several middle-aged men lying on the floor shivering with a sneer on their lips.

The captain looked at the middle-aged men in straight suits with a sneer on his lips. "It seems that our Lord Mussolini has some distinguished guests?! Are you British? Or Americans?"

Several middle-aged men replied tremblingly. "English, English."

"British?" the captain suddenly shouted at Mussolini, who looked pale. "Mussolini, you are so crazy! You actually colluded with the British to murder your own king?!" After saying that, he turned to look at the British. "Tell me! What benefits did your Churchill promise him to murder the king?"

"No, absolutely not!" Several people shook their heads like rattles. They came to make allies under Churchill's order. Now that such a big scapegoat is being put under the covers, Italy will definitely declare war on Britain! !

"Really?" The captain took out a shotgun from his back, loaded it with a click, and put the thick muzzle of the gun in front of the forehead of the guy in the middle.

"boom!"

Their heads exploded like watermelons, others screamed in fear, and a stench spread from the crotches of several people.

The captain pointed his gun at the bald man next to him. "It's your turn. Was it Churchill who colluded with Mussolini to kill the king?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's right." The bald man looked at the muzzle of the gun with a wisp of green smoke and a trace of minced meat hanging from it. His face turned pale with fright, and his bald head kept clicking like onions.

"It's better to say no earlier." The captain whistled, put away the shotgun, took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and threw them in front of several people, saying coldly. "I'll give you 20 minutes to memorize this confession. Come, prepare to record several confessions for them, audio and video!"

Several soldiers quickly placed cameras in front of them and also prepared recording equipment.

"What, what on earth is going on? You, you..." Mussolini tremblingly picked up the pieces of paper, which clearly stated what kind of secret treaty he had signed with British Prime Minister Churchill to kill the king. Waiting for the conspiracy, this is obviously a premeditated frame-up! !

A disdainful smile appeared on the captain's face. "It seems that our dear Mr. Mussolini hasn't figured out what's going on. Haven't you ever thought about who encouraged you to hold a military parade to invite the king, and who revealed to us the address of your secret villa? Okay? Your Highness, please be considerate of your stupid pig, lest you become a fool, this is His Highness's personal letter, read it yourself."

Trembling, Mussolini took the letter and started reading from the beginning. The further he read, the paler his face became. In the end, it was actually whiter than the surrounding walls, and he knelt down weakly on the ground.

The captain grabbed Mussolini by the collar and lifted him to the stool, threatening him fiercely. "Don't you like giving speeches? You have to work harder on this last speech so that we can give you a good time, otherwise you will taste what it means to live but not to die!!"