Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 455: Rome Rebellion (7)

"You guys go and search the room on the left, and the others will follow me." A military police sergeant rushed down the stairs with a Beretta M38 submachine gun sideways, pointing at one end of the corridor and loudly descending command.

"He can't escape alone. There must be a lot of his comrades here. Excavate all of them. This is the order of the King."

Col. Paul drank it loudly, then turned his head and said to the subordinates beside him, "You take the rest of you to the garden. There are many corners where Tibetans can be found. You must search carefully. If... you know what to do." The colonel gestured his fingers on the side of his neck.

"Understand, we will find him, sir." The major saluted Paul, and then led a team of guards toward the garden.

"Did you hear the alarm bell over there? They finally found that you are missing." Pitlola closed the curtains and walked to the Italian dictator.

"Who would have thought that in the dungeon, there would be a secret passage leading to the outside of the palace." Mussolini changed into a striped suit with a light blue background. He hadn't worn everyday clothes for a long time.

"There are always things under the crown of the Pope that need to be carried out without external eyes and ears, such as passing some important personnel and prohibited items. This passage has been closed for two centuries, and no one knows its existence. Thanks to the preservation of the church The habit of secret files." Pitlough picked up the teapot on the table and poured Mussolini a cup of tea.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Mussolini, you can’t leave here yet. Now your supporters are fighting on the street with the people of Bagdoglio. I can’t guarantee your safety when you go out now. Besides...my duty cannot allow you to leave from here."

"I must return to my people, they will be able to guarantee our safety." Mussolini did not move the cup of tea.

"Can you identify who is yours? Mr. Mussolini. It seems that you still don’t understand your situation. The ones who want to kill you most now are actually your comrades in arms. Because of you Their death is more beneficial to them, especially if you left them with such a tempting legacy. Everyone wants to be Augustus. The dead Caesar is the greatest wealth, but I don’t know which one is. Mark Anthony, which one is Octavian." Pietro smiled and lifted his teacup, bowed his head gracefully and took a sip of sweet tea.

"Then what about you? Baron Pietro, who are you?" Mussolini's face became ugly, and he realized that the other party might be telling the truth.

"Me, I'm just an insignificant little person." Pietro drew a cigarette from the cigarette jar on the table.

"Can you please," the baron asked.

"You are free." Mussolini nodded with a solemn face.

"Thank you, Mr. Mussolini." Pietro struck a match and lit the cigarette.

"How history develops is not something that people like me can control. This coup is not as simple as you think. I just happened to be involved in it. But looking back now, that inexplicable tune is indeed a bit suspicious. , Maybe it really has something to do with my boss." Pietro let out a smoke ring.

"Don't ask who my boss is, but I believe you should have guessed it."

"The Socialist Party...no, no, it can't be them, is it a German? You are working for a German!" Mussolini looked at Pitro in surprise.

"Very smart, but what's weird, my Prime Minister, everyone has a price tag. Although mine is a bit higher, if anyone is willing to bid..." Pietro shrugged slightly.

"I have a family to support, and I owe a lot of money to the bank because of the failure of the investment business, and I prefer to enjoy life, so when the boss's person comes to the door, I have no way to refuse."

"You are not afraid of me revealing your identity."

"It doesn’t matter. When this work is over, my family will immigrate to the United States. My boss is much more generous than our King. Anyway, I saved you from Badoglio You’re not going to deal with your benefactor."

"Of course not, but we are also destined to never be friends." Mussolini folded his arms and raised his chin.

"Let's keep your friendship, Lord Mussolini, I'm not rare at all, really." Pietro still said neither humble nor overbearing, he seemed determined to **** off the former prime minister.

"What are you planning, and what are the Germans planning?" Mussolini's forehead was bruised, but he could only grit his teeth for the sake of his life. He wanted to understand now, and now he didn't want to see him die. Yes, maybe it's really only the German side.

"I know what you’re thinking, but it’s a pity that you guessed it wrong. In fact, there is no plan at all. My task is to report to my superiors the movement of the coup d’état on time. The secret road was originally for Prepared for emergency evacuation."

"You mean, all this is a temporary decision you made?"

"Otherwise, what else, I am not a prophet."

"You are not afraid that things will go wrong and you will lose your life."

"Of course I thought of this possibility, but compared with the huge gains that followed, a little bit of danger is worth taking. And those jailers have been bought by me with money a long time ago. I have Full of confidence." Pietro smiled and raised his teacup.

"You mean, there is no one outside to answer you? God, you are the boldest guy I have ever seen. You are betting your life." Mussolini has never seen it in his life. There are few such gamblers, but the only one in front of him who plays such a high-end game.

"I did succeed, didn't it? All we have to do now is to wait here with peace of mind." Pietro stood up and walked to the window sill.

"Waiting for what?" Mussolini asked.

"It seems that you really don't know anything, Mr. Mussolini." Pietro opened the curtains and peered carefully at the street.

"The Germans will launch an offensive today, and the target is this Roman city."

"This is impossible! They are still on the [Mussolini] line of defense this morning."

"I don't know that. I'm not a military strategist." Pitlough closed the curtains and walked back to his sofa.

"How far are we from Rome now?" Lieutenant Spalu's armored soldier untied the tie on his neck. He put the sandy yellow jacket on the control tower and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Ask Sergeant Rem, he has been looking at the map for a long time." The driver replied in the communication in the car.

"Look at the road and be careful ahead. There are about twenty kilometers left, sir." The radio operator who was named reported.

The two tank platoons of the first battalion and the second company of the 21st Armored Regiment, plus a total of twelve 38T tanks in the company, as the German assault forward, are advancing toward the Roman highway along the road beside the railway line.

This Czech-made tank has a speed of up to 42 kilometers per hour. It is the fastest tank currently equipped by the German army. Its firepower and armor can cope with regular-intensity battles. The light tanks equipped by the Italian army are not like this at all. The opponent of the tank. Because the number of equipment currently in the German army is very large, the high command has no idea to replace this type of tank for the time being ~ IndoMTL.com ~ sir, the commander wants to know if the members of the 77th regiment are still behind us. "Sergeant Rem turned back to report.

"Let him wait, he should still be behind, and get me three rows... Lansdorf, can you see the infantry are still behind us?" Lieutenant Spalu asked, clutching his headset To.

"Ok, yes, very clear...I hope so...Yes, today is really going well, just like that, keep the channel open, it's over." The company commander leaned down and looked at the radio operator.

"Tell the group leader, the 77th group is with us."

"Understood, sir." The radio operator nodded and agreed.

"Listen, everyone. Before us is Rome, the capital of Italy. The first battalion and two companies will be the first German troops to enter the city. Be proud of yourself, soldiers of the 21st Armored Regiment, we To conquer Rome..."

Lieutenant Spalu said loudly while holding the microphone. Hearing cheers erupting from the cars behind him, the commander's face showed a satisfied smile. (To be continued.)