Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 453: Rome Rebellion (5)

"Our people were attacked, and Major General Columbus was killed." A colonel hurriedly rushed into the temporary command center set up by Badoglio in the Quirinale Palace. Prepare to share a bottle of champagne with the Minister of Interior Bonomi who has just arrived.

"Presumably I met Mussolini's best friend, and immediately asked the gendarmerie to deal with the matter. The leading first offender was shot on the spot, and there is no need to ask me for advice." The marshal looked calm and held steady. Crystal champagne glasses, waiting for the adjutant to pour amber wine into them.

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

"I don’t know the details. Lieutenant Bununo reported on the phone that they were ambushed by thugs in front of San Andre’s Temple Square, the troops were dispersed, and Major General Columbus was captured immediately." The colonel looked at the cold-faced Marshal Badoglio and swallowed.

"The opponent executed General Columbus and the wounded soldiers in public on the side of the road and then"

"Then what? Go on." Badoglio raised his head and drank the champagne in his glass.

"Then I heard those mobs saying that they want to kill the traitors and rescue the leader." The sweat from the colonel's forehead slipped down his cheeks.

"Damn, the news has been leaked!" Bonomi opened his eyes and looked at Bagdoglio.

"It doesn't mean that the contact with the outside world has been completely cut off here? Why did those people learn about Mussolini's arrest?"

"How would I know that this is the Quirinale Palace, and only your majesty can block the palace." Badoglio handed the cup to the adjutant.

"Something is wrong. Didn't you say that all the black shirts have been transferred away?" Bonomi looked at the marshal suspiciously.

"The staff has been transferred, I can assure you." Badoglio walked to the desk and picked up the handset.

"Hey, take me the commander, hello? Hello?" The field marshal turned his face to look at his adjutant.

"The phone is out of order. Go to the switchboard to check it."

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

"Your Excellency Marshal, I think Mussolini should be executed immediately." Bonomi stepped forward and pulled Bagdoglio's sleeve.

"No, what the German wants is to live." Badoglio had also thought about it just now, but considering the reaction of the German head of state, he was a little undecided.

"I can't take care of so much now. This person is a trouble alive. It can be said to be an accident to the outside world. You can find any reason. Anyway, you only need to come up with a forensic report." The former prime minister is a decisive politician. , He has discovered the hidden dangers in this coup.

"Still no, we can't take this risk, the German head of state is not a fool." Badoglio resolutely shook his head and objected.

"In fact, there is no need to worry at all. We have overwhelming strength in Rome. I have already mobilized two military police battalions into the city and will soon be able to take over the security of the city center. Those thugs cannot be opponents of the regular army. , Don’t worry, Your Excellency Bonomi, everything is still under our control." Badoglio comforted the new Minister of the Interior, by the way, sighing for himself.

"I hope so. I want to go to the parliament building first. Someone is needed to stabilize the current situation. I suggest you go to the command headquarters and dispatch troops to control the city immediately. If you have any questions, please notify me immediately. 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." Badoglio replied.

"The situation has changed, so let's solve the problem first." The Secretary of the Interior glanced at the Marshal, and then rushed out of the office without looking back.

"Old fox, brave courage." Badoglio took off his military hat and wiped the top of his bald head.

"Is the phone still unavailable?"

"Yes, Marshal."

"This won't work. Let the driver prepare the car and we will go back to the command."

Beside the famous big fountain in the center of Rome, there is a fierce gunfight at this time. Both sides of the battle are wearing similar uniforms and using the same weapons. One side is the army military police loyal to Marshal Badoglio, and the other It was an Italian infantry with a variety of uniforms.

"We can't rush through, their firepower is too fierce." A military police ensign scurried and hid behind the Fiat armored car, clawed at the iron car door, and reported to the boss who had shrunk inside the car.

"Damn it, where did these people come from? Where did they get so many weapons."

"Grenade!" There was a soldier's scream in his ear, and the second lieutenant got into the car without saying a word. There was a deafening blast from outside the carriage, and the two and a half-ton car body couldn't help but shook slightly.

"They are not thugs, they are all regular troops. Can you tell me what happened? They call us traitors. I don't want to die here unexplainably." The military police ensign held his head. Helmet, asked his superiors loudly.

"I don’t know what they’re talking about. Come and ask me, who can I ask? Get out of the car right now, Lieutenant, I order you to take your people right away from the flank Bypassing this block, we can try to attack from two sides." The military police major frowned, chest out, and tried his best to show personal power in front of his men.

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

"These are Mussolini's lackeys, they are now blatantly defying His Majesty's will! They are traitors, thugs, **** fascists!" The major cursed fiercely.

"I want to remind you sir that you just insulted the Prime Minister of Italy." The second lieutenant also dropped his face.

"He is no longer the Prime Minister. Just half an hour ago Mussolini had resigned from the King. It was Marshal Badoglio who succeeded him as Prime Minister. These people were unwilling to resign Mussolini and dared to use violence. Prevent the king's military police from performing their tasks. When the ensign is ready, I will immediately carry out my orders." The major said coldly.

"This is impossible. How could the king allow the prime minister to resign at this time."

"That's the truth, don't delay any longer, Lieutenant, do you want to defy my orders."

"I see, yes, sir." The second lieutenant turned and jumped out of the armored car and stood at the door to salute the major.

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

But just as the military police major turned his face to question the colleague on the other side, the military police ensign suddenly reached out and pulled out the Beretta pistol from the holster, and pulled the trigger at the back of the major's head.

"Damn traitor." The second lieutenant spit, then turned his gun to the other two officers in the command car.

"There was a fierce battle in front of the party department of the Fascist National Party. They organized a group of returning veterans who were not on our roster." The Roman garrison headquarters has become a mess, Commander At this moment, there are only 720 military police and 500 Marines that can be mobilized. This mobile force may not even be able to splash a splash in the entire city of Rome.

"The police rebelled. They occupied the national radio station. Our people couldn't rush in and need heavy weapons to support." A military police general reported to Bagdoglio, who had just arrived here.

"Do you want to destroy the national radio station?" Badoglio signed a document, and then snapped a photo of the major general of the military police on the chest.

"This is a power of attorney. You can mobilize all the existing materials and armed forces in Rome~IndoMTL.com~I have only one request. I have to take down the radio station completely. Remember to be complete."

"General, the rebels occupying the radio station claimed to broadcast to the whole country to expose the coup plot to all the Italian people."

"Turn off the power there immediately."

"But there is a spare generator in the radio station."

"Damn it, then immediately break into the radio station and destroy those traitors, at any cost!" Badoglio hammered the table hard.

The development of the event is no longer under his control. He did not expect Mussolini to hide such a powerful strength in Rome, and also did not expect that there are so many Italians supporting the dictator, even at any cost. Give his precious life for him.

The field marshal gritted his teeth and swears secretly that if he knows who secretly leaked the news, he will hang the **** himself in front of the National Temple.

ps: The second chapter is here, continue to ask for monthly pass. To be continued.

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