Battle of the Third Reich

"Our people were attacked, and Major General Columbus was killed." A colonel hurried into the temporary command center set up at the Quirinale Palace in Badoglio by the time the Field Marshal was preparing to join The Bonomi Minister of the Interior, who arrived, shared a bottle of champagne.

"I must have met Mussolini's buddy, and immediately let the military police deal with the matter. The lead criminal was shot on the spot, no need to ask me anymore." The Field Marshal looked like he was unsurprised, holding a crystal champagne glass steady. , Waiting for the adjutant to pour amber wine into it.

"Wait a minute, how did the conflict happen?" Bonomi dropped the glass, and the former Italian prime minister seemed to smell something strange.

"I don’t know the exact details. Lieutenant Bruno reported on the phone that they were ambushed by thugs in front of Santo Andre’s Temple Square, the troops were disbanded, and Major General Columbus was immediately captured." Marshal Badoglio swallowed with a cold face.

"The other party executed General Columbus and wounded soldiers in public on the roadside."

"What's the matter then? Keep talking." Badoglio looked up and drank the champagne in the glass.

"Then the thugs said they would kill all the traitors and rescue the leader." The sweat on the colonel's forehead slipped down his cheek.

"Damn, the news was leaked!" Bonomi looked at Badoglio with his eyes wide.

"Not that the connection with the outside world has been completely cut off? Why would those people learn of Mussolini's arrest?"

"How could I know that this is the Quirinale Palace, and only His Majesty can block the palace." Badogrio handed the cup to the adjutant.

"Something is wrong, don't you mean that all the black shirts have been removed?" Bonomi looked at the marshal in doubt.

"Everything in the system has been transferred, I can assure you." Badoglio stepped to the desk and picked up the telephone receiver.

"Hey, give me the commander to feed me? Hey?" The Field Marshal turned to look at his adjutant.

"The phone is out of order. You can check it at the switchboard."

"Okay, I'll go right away. You guys come with me." The adjutant pointed several guards with his fingers, and then ran out of the office with them.

"My Excellency Marshal, I think Mussolini should be executed now." Bonomi stepped forward and pulled Badoglio's sleeve.

"No, the Germans want a live talk." Badoglio also thought about it just now, but considering the reaction of the German head of state, he was a little unsure.

"I can't take care of that much now. This person is a trouble to live. It can be said that it is an accident to the outside world. The reason can be found casually. Anyway, I only need to produce a forensic report." The former prime minister is a decisive politician. I discovered the hidden dangers in this coup.

"Still not. We can't take this risk. The German head of state is not a fool." Badogrio shook his head firmly against it.

"In fact, don't worry so much. We have overwhelming strength in Rome. I have mobilized two gendarmerie battalions into the city and will soon be able to take over the security in the city center. Those thugs cannot be opponents of the regular army, rest assured. Honourable Bonomi, everything is still under our control." Badogrio comforted the new Minister of the Interior and cheered for himself by the way.

"Hopefully, I want to go to the parliament building first. Someone needs to stabilize the situation. I suggest you go to the headquarters immediately, and then dispatch troops to control the city immediately. If you have any questions, please notify me immediately, and I will also Keep in touch with you at any time."

"But I have notified several other people to come here for a meeting to discuss the formation of a new cabinet." Badogrio replied.

"The situation has changed. Now let's solve the matter first." The Minister of the Interior glanced at the marshal and then rushed out of the office without looking back.

"Old fox, no guts." Badoglio took off his military cap and wiped the top of his bare head.

"Can't the phone be connected?"

"Yes, Marshal."

"This will not work. Let the driver get the car ready. Let's go back to the headquarters."

Next to the famous large fountain in the center of Rome, there was a fierce gun battle at this time. The two sides of the battle were wearing similar uniforms and using the same weapons. On one side was the Army Gendarmerie loyal to Marshal Badoglio, while the other group was carrying Italian infantry in various uniforms.

"We can't rush through, their firepower is too fierce." A military police lieutenant hid behind the car of Fiat's armored vehicle, grabbed the metal door, and reported to the boss who was shrinking in the car.

"What the hell, where did these people come from, where did they get so many weapons."

"Grenade!" There was a scream of the soldier next to his ear. The second lieutenant got into the car without saying a word. There was a deafening bang outside the carriage, and the two-ton and a half-weight car body could not help but be slightly shocked.

"They are not mobsters, they are all regular troops. Can you tell me what happened? They called us traitors, and I don't want to die here unclearly." The Gendarmerie Lieutenant clutched his head helmet and shouted. Asked the superior.

"I don’t know what they’re talking about, you come and ask me, and who can I ask again? Now get me off the car now, second lieutenant, I order you to take your person immediately and bypass this from the flank In the neighborhood, we can try to strike from both sides." The Gendarmerie frowned, holding his chest, trying to show his personal power in front of his subordinates.

"Do you think they are not familiar with this block? Sir! The opposite is also Italian!" The ensign retorted loudly.

"These are Mussolini's running dogs. They are now openly defying the will of His Majesty the King! They are treason thieves, thugs, **** fascist dogs!" the major cursed viciously.

"I want to remind you, sir, you just insulted the Italian Prime Minister." The second lieutenant also sank his face.

"He is no longer the prime minister. Mussolini resigned to the king half an hour ago. The replacement of the prime minister was Marshal Badoglio. These people did not want Mussolini to step down, but he dared to block the king with violence. The gendarmerie carries out the mission. Well, second lieutenant, execute my order immediately." The major said coldly.

"This is not possible. How could the king allow the prime minister to resign at this time."

"That's the fact, don't delay any more, Lieutenant, don't you want to disobey my orders."

"I understand, obey, sir." The second lieutenant turned and jumped out of the armored car, saluting the major at the door.

"That's right. I know you are a smart person. When the mission is over, I will ask your superior to promote your rank. Now go to the command and disband." The major nodded with satisfaction.

But when the Gendarmerie Major turned his face and asked his colleagues on the other side, the Gendarmerie Lieutenant suddenly reached out and pulled the Beretta pistol out of the holster, pulling the trigger against the back of the major.

"Damn traitor." The lieutenant gave a spit, then turned the muzzle and pointed at the other two officers in the command vehicle.

"There was a fierce battle in front of the Fascist National Party Party Department, and they organized a group of veterans who returned to their hometowns, and these people were not on our roster." The Roman garrison headquarters has become a mess, and the commander is in the hands at the moment Only 720 gendarmes and 500 marines can be mobilized. This maneuvering force placed in the entire city of Rome may not even be able to splash water.

"The police rebelled. They occupied National Radio. Our people couldn't rush in and needed heavy weapon support." A military police general reported to Badoglio who had just arrived here.

"Do you want to destroy the national radio station?" Badogrio signed a document and then photographed the Gendarmerie Major General's chest.

"This is a power of attorney. You can mobilize all the materials and armed forces available in Rome. My request is only one. Take the radio station completely and remember to be complete."

"General, the rebel army occupying the radio claimed to broadcast to the whole country to expose the conspiracy of the coup to all Italian people."

"Turn off the power there immediately."

"But there are spare generators on the radio."

"Damn it, then hack into the radio immediately and wipe out the traitors, at any cost!" Badogrio hammered the table hard.

The development of the event is no longer under his control. He did not expect Mussolini to still hide such a powerful strength in the city of Rome. Also, he did not expect that there were so many Italians supporting this dictator, even he did not hesitate to sacrifice for him. Give up your precious life.

The Field Marshal clenched his teeth and vowed secretly that if he were to know who secretly leaked the news, he would hang the **** in front of the National Temple.

ps: The second chapter is served, continue to ask for monthly tickets. (To be continued.)