Battle of the Third Reich

Hans Barker had just passed his nineteenth birthday, and next month he was a veteran serving two years. This honest farmer did not understand what national socialism was, but it did not prevent him from paying respect to the head of state. Do your loyalty.

Balke wore a black, ceremonial uniform, a triple-armed bag hanging on a white armband, a ceremonial rifle with a chrome in his right hand, his legs spread across his head in the corridor on the third floor of the headquarters, his gaze fixed on his head Forward.

‘That picture is definitely crooked. ’Buckle thought about it.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at his companion standing on the other side. The Brandenburg boy seemed to perceive his comrades' eyes, and then looked towards Buckel. Buckle pouted his mouth at the opposite wall, then crooked his neck. The other party apparently didn't understand his hint, and frowned in confusion.

Buckle repeated it again, and the child's eyes became even more dazed. The second-class SS soldiers could only helplessly deflated their lips and shrugged their shoulders to say it was all right.

At this time, the door of the office beside him suddenly opened, and the two guards quickly took back their eyes and pushed their chests hard.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" The Colonel of the SS stood at the door and raised his hand in salute. He respectfully stepped back and pulled the door of the office.

Dougan turned and dragged the hem of his uniform, glanced at the guards on both sides, and then took a step toward the end of the corridor. But only a few steps later, the colonel stopped suddenly. He turned around and looked at Buckle again, then turned back to the second-class soldier.

Buckle felt a little nervous. He didn't know what abnormality the head boss found. He was guilty that his small movements might have been noticed by the colonel. The cold sweat on his back began to shoot out.

Dougan stood in front of the tall young soldier, then stretched out his hand next to the collar of Bucker's uniform and gently removed a thread. The colonel glanced down at the white thread in his hand, and then sat down with the collar of the Shan soldier with satisfaction. He nodded slightly at Buckle, then turned and strode away.

As the colonel's figure disappeared around the corner, the SS second-class soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" At this time the door of the office opened again, and the guard quickly recovered his head-up.

"Yes, I will, my head, goodbye." Major Randolph stood back at the door and respectfully replied, then pulled the door gently.

The SS Major pulled the hem of his uniform, glanced at the guards on both sides, and then strode away. But only a few steps later, the major stopped suddenly. He turned back to look at Buckle, then turned back to the second-class soldier.

"Which direction did Colonel Dougan take?" Randolph asked.

Buckle blinked, then flicked his head toward the corridor.

"Very good, second-class soldiers." Randolph glanced in the direction that Buckel was pointing, then turned around and hurried away in the opposite direction.

"The follow-up work in Italy is very heavy, and the headquarters has transferred the second batch of people to Rome. Cucherel sent several telegrams today, asking for opinions on the handling of senior prisoners." Weierle took a cup. Green tea, skillfully skimmed the tea leaves floating on the liquid surface.

"The plan we made earlier, because the situation has changed now, needs to make some changes in details." Brauchic said calmly.

"It is true, the situation in Italy is much more complicated than we expected at the beginning. After a coup, all the problems have been exposed." Kettle said with a frown, he rushed back from Milan overnight , The uniforms on his body did not have time to change.

"The Italian royal family hid in the Vatican, and the church could only choose to shelter him. This involved the authority of the pope and the holy divinity of the church. In this respect, they would never compromise with us." Borman fiddled with Wehrler Celadon tea cup lid.

"The pope has shown us secretly, so I don't think I can force them too much." Goebbels stroked his chin.

"The Pope will not say that the Italian king is a huge hidden danger. In this coup, he played a key role. Someone must come out to bear the relevant responsibilities." Ribbentrop said with a tablecloth.

"Ribbentrov" Xu Jun tapped on the table of the conference table, and everyone turned their attention to the head of the main seat.

"I have an abdominal case on this matter. I understand what you want to say, but we can't do it yet." Xu Jun stood up and walked to the wall, pointing to the hanging map of Italy.

"We cannot invest too much power in Italy. This country must restore order as soon as possible. A stable and peaceful Italy is what we need now. I will not approve any plans and orders that may lead to civil unrest in Italy." Xu Jun Pacing back and forth in front of the map.

"Mussolini is in our hands, which is a good thing. The person in charge of the Eye of Odin has to make a credit. The Italian baron called Pitro must reward him." Xu Jun looked at Weir. Le said.

"According to my head, I will arrange it properly." Weierle replied.

"Very good, the question of the King of Italy, let’s not think about it so much. Since he likes to stay in the Vatican, let him stay there all the time. Regarding the Pope’s invitation, Ribbentrop, you use the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Replying to him in the name of I, I agreed to visit the Vatican in mid-November. I will discuss the issues he is concerned with under the Pope’s crown. The reply will use milder language to fully express our goodwill to the church." Xu Jun went to At the stenographer's desk, he looked down at the meeting minutes, and then smiled at the secretary with a lot of encouragement.

"At present, the situation in northern Italy is relatively good, the market has stabilized, and the prisoners of war have been well taken care of, but the situation is different in the southern coastal areas. Our troops have not yet reached there. It is reported that the security situation there is rapidly deteriorating. Of course These problems are not difficult to solve. What I want to say here is the port of Taranto." Xu Jun slapped at the location of Taranto on the map.

"Half the fleet of the Italian Navy is docked in this port, and all large ships and submarine forces are concentrated. These are the problems we must solve as soon as possible." The emperor's head clenched his fists and shook his chest.

"The current attitude of the Italian Navy is not satisfactory to me. They are still dreaming of bargaining with us. I will never make a deal with these traitors. Although the choices they made earlier are beneficial to us, I cannot agree with and support this. Blatant betrayal of the country. I had ordered the navy to block the harbour as much as possible." Xu Jun turned to look at Colonel Phil, the naval liaison officer sitting by the conference room wall.

"Our joint fleet with Britain and France has now controlled the offshore waters of Taranto to ensure that no warship can leave this port until the problem is resolved." Colonel Phil stood up and hit his heels, reciprocatingly respected.

"This fleet is very powerful, what we lack now, and the first step that needs to be resolved is how to completely take control of the fleet from the Italians." Xu Jun walked back to the conference table.

"So I decided to re-support Mussolini and let him continue as Prime Minister of Italy. In order to maintain power and status, I am sure that he will be willing to sign any deal with us. His enemies are all exposed in this incident. In order to protect themselves, these people have become extremely crazy and fierce. If Mussolini loses our protection, he may lose his life at any time." Xu Jun glanced at everyone and looked surprised at everyone's face. Satisfied.

"Of course, we can't forget to tie him a rein, the former interior minister was almost killed by us at the airport." Xu Jun raised an eyebrow.

"Ivano Bonomi, Your Excellency," Weiller reminded.

"Bonomi, a socialist, a social reformist who is determined to overthrow Mussolini's rule. This is a person with full qualifications and the ability to replace Mussolini. The only thing lacking is to support him. Powerful.

He does not please the Italian military, but it does not matter, as long as he can please us. "Xu Jun laughed at this point, and everyone in the room gave out a heartless laugh.

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