Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 437: Venice Palace (Part 1)

nbsp;At two o'clock in the afternoon on the 21st, a group of limousines entered the Imperial Plaza along Corso Avenue. The convoy circled the National Shrine for a week, and then stopped at the gate of the Venetian Palace. 『*()』『▽Tomato Novel Network◇w`w`wfqxsw

Several entourage officers jumped down from the sedan that cleared the way, then rushed to the sedan behind, respectfully opened the door for the passengers.

Marshal Pedro Bardoglio stepped down from the station and looked up at the tall Venetian Palace. This building was originally an official residence that the Pope had repaired for himself. It was for personal safety considerations. It was built relatively tall and strong. It is said that many of the building materials were taken down from the Colosseum, and later generations can easily distinguish those ancient pale yellow stones.

Two black-shirted sentries stood at the door, and saw Badoglio dressed in gorgeous formal clothes and the brigade generals who came with him. These two sentries almost forgot to salute, and waited until the side After being reminded by the officers, they hurriedly erected their rifles and raised their chins to pay tribute to the generals and marshals.

Badoglio didn't even see the two black-shirts at all. He strode into the mansion, only leaning slightly at the sentry when he crossed the threshold.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Marshal, I have not received any notice from you. The Prime Minister is now meeting guests in his office. I need to report it first. Fan△Ji Novel Network w`w`w`-f`q`xs` w-" The lieutenant of the guard who was on standby in the reception hall downstairs stepped forward and saluted Badoglio, and then respectfully reported.

"No more trouble, Captain." Badoglio walked directly past the military attache towards the stairs.

"Your Excellency Marshal, this is not in compliance." The captain tried to stop him, but was pushed aside by the marshal's entourage.

"Cabriani, you go up with me. The others are waiting below. If the Prime Minister wants to see someone, he will send someone to inform." Badoglio stopped after walking up two steps. After his footsteps, he turned around and spoke to the generals who followed him, then raised his arm and waved to Cavgliani.

The navy blue uniform of the Chief of Staff of the Italian Navy looked very dazzling in a pile of gray army uniforms. He squeezed out several army generals and walked in front of Bagdoglio.

"Are you really going to tell him the truth?" The admiral put his hands in his pockets, raised his face and asked seriously.

Badoglio didn't answer, he looked up at the roof, then turned around and started climbing along the stairs. ☆Tomato○Fiction Network w-fqxsw

The admiral stretched his hand to clasp his neckline and moved his neck from side to side, then followed the field marshal and stepped up the stairs.

"What does it mean to be impossible! You are completely perfunctory! This is malfeasance!"

As soon as he walked up to the second floor, Mussolini's angry roar echoed in the corridor. The two officers glanced at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

The floor slab on the second floor is covered with red-brown floor tiles, still in the style of the 17th century. The walls along both sides of the corridor are painted with light cyan paint. The style is relatively simple without much modification. But when you walk into the room, you will be immediately stunned by the gorgeous furnishings inside. The walls here are decorated with paintings by famous artists in Italian history, or painted with murals imitating Raphael's style. It is inlaid with various plaster sculptures, most of which are war scenes and myths of ancient Rome.

There is no furniture in these halls. Even if there is, it is purely ornamental. Some rooms are filled with a circle of seats against the wall, and some are placed with several glass display cabinets, which display the Roman Empire. Jewelry artifacts of the period and icons and picture albums handed down during the reign of the Pope. ☆◇▽☆☆Tomato novel netw-w`w`-f-q-x`sw

Mussolini’s office is at the end of the corridor. On one corner of this rectangular building, the office is next to Piazza Venezia. He sometimes speaks to fanatical Italian Fascists from the window.

At this time, all the doors are open, and you can see Mussolini's room from the top of the corridor through several halls.

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible. The Italian people will not succumb. Let that blond boy come and taste our greatness!" The roar continued, but it sounded a little insufficient. .

"Your Excellency Marshal, Your Admiral!" The prime minister's adjutant who was waiting at the door of the office greeted him.

"It's Minister Ciano, he just rushed back from Paris, and things are a bit bad..." the major whispered.

"I know everything. That's why I got here." Badoglio stopped the major's words and strode into the office.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency Prime Minister (some books call him Prime Minister, but in fact Italy was still a kingdom at the time)." Badoglio stood at the door and saluted Mussolini. ○◇Tomato Little □Said Netw`w-w--f`q-x`s-w-

"Why are you here, Chief of Staff? I mean, good afternoon, Lord Badoglio, and General Cavgliani." Badoglio and the Chief of Naval Staff suddenly The visit made Mussolini a little surprised.

"Sorry for not informing you, Prime Minister, I have brought some bad news." Badoglio took off his military cap and clamped it under his armpit, then took out a copy from his jacket pocket The folded document was handed to Mussolini.

"Will there be worse news? The Germans are burning, killing and looting in Italian villages, the French army is also ready to move on the border, and our troops are still gathering in Florence, and the Fourth Army is ready to wait until When will it pass through the Apennines. Are Grosso's troops ready? How much did the Roman High Command know about the Germans, how many infantry the Germans used... it's impossible...!" Sorini chattered and unfolded the document that Badoglio had given him, and he exclaimed before he finished reading the three lines.

"Is this true? It's written on it.. Why didn't I get any news before?"

"It has been confirmed that the German African Army is landing in Sicily. The 28th Aosta Infantry Division and the 54th Naples Infantry Division are fighting stubbornly on the island. If they do not receive support, they are expected to Will be annihilated in twenty-four hours." Badogli replied, raising his head.

"Then send the support troops over immediately. We are there..." Mussolini walked hurriedly to the eight-meter long table in the center of the room, the one on the table that was originally just used for decoration. Pile of vases and furnishings have been removed, and it is now covered with maps of various sizes.

Turning out a map of Sicily and the surrounding area, Mussolini picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it for a long time. It turned out that the leader hadn't seen anything. He was a little angry and threw the magnifying glass onto the table.

"How many troops can we use now?" Mussolini asked.

"No one, Prime Minister. We can't come up with any effective plan to support Sicily now." Badoglio stroked his beard on his lips and replied calmly.

"How is this possible? I clearly remember that we were manufacturing ten infantry divisions in the south. Ciano, you were also present at that meeting, you heard it. The Army Staff is in Calabria and Brazil Licata has deployed a full fifteen divisions." Mussolini asked his son-in-law loudly.

The **** dog ​​Ciano was scolded just now was embarrassed. Obviously there would be no good for Bagdoglio's arrival. The foreign minister hurriedly shrank to the corner of the room and pretended to be a potted plant, but did not expect the final topic. It was still passed to his hand, and Ciano blinked a few times, but found that his brain was empty, and he couldn't remember that there was such a thing in his memory.

Looking at Ciano standing there, wiping sweat and muttering speechlessly~IndoMTL.com~Mussolini felt that he was not angry at all, but it was fortunate that he valued this son-in-law so much that he never thought about it. At the critical moment, the original shape is revealed, and it is an embroidered pillow that cannot be used.

"There are indeed these troops, Your Prime Minister." When Mussolini was about to have another attack, Bagdoglio hurriedly stepped up to save the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"However, all the troops are seriously under-represented and are scattered in a large area. It takes us a week to gather them together. At the same time, we also need to mobilize a large amount of weapons, ammunition and equipment for their use in battle. The big problem is..." Badoglio turned to look at the Chief of Naval Staff.

"At present, we have no way to send them to the island. We lack the ships to transport them, nor can we mobilize the necessary escorts.". The field marshal reported indifferently.

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