Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 458: The fall of Rome (3)

The citizens of Rome were not ready to face war at all. They believed Mussolini's promise that as long as he stayed in this city, the great Roman city would never be involved in war.

The great Roman city has not fallen. In European history, this ancient city with countless wealth has been ransacked many times by foreign enemies. The ruins of the broken Roman temples in the city center are the remains of the catastrophes it has experienced. The strongest evidence.

Could it be that Rome will be destroyed by war again, where is Mussolini, where is our army? The citizens are hiding in their homes, listening to the dense gunshots in the city, their anxiety is full of fear.

This city is not ready for war at all. Although Lieutenant Luceni had seen relevant information before, he was still surprised when he saw it with his own eyes.

Luccini once participated in the French campaign, flew a Stuka dive bomber for 69 combat missions, and was awarded the first class Iron Cross by the aviation team.

After fighting, the second lieutenant of the Air Force likes to ride a motorcycle to and fro French cities and towns, holding a camera to record the local customs, this is a bit worthy of his blood.

Lucheni has seen the most complex and robust urban defense positions in France. Since the Revolution, the French have had a glorious tradition of building urban barricades. They even have experts to guide and educate citizens on how to use sandbags, furniture and Other messy things are piled up into useable infantry shelters.

But when the German convoy entered the city of Rome, they couldn't find a decent military bunker along the way. There were neither air defense trenches nor sandbags on both sides of the street, and the city didn't look like it was preparing for war at all.

Don’t look at the chaos in the old city of Rome, but the traffic control facilities in the city are still in operation. The loyal Roman traffic police did not leave their posts without permission. They stood in the command booth in the middle of the street, staring dumbfounded. The German convoy of the **** drove past the red light.

"Hello, I'm not mistaken, Cristiano." The police officer shook his companion's arm while shouting loudly.

"It should be the same as I saw, Benedetto, but I suspect that I have read it wrong." Cristiano also had a look of consternation on his face.

"That's a 4D flag, right? Cristiano."

"It looks right, Benedetto."

"The car is full of German soldiers, right, Cristiano."

"Yes, I also saw a machine gun, Benedetto."

The two policemen looked at each other for a few seconds, and then rushed to the telephone in the traffic box at the same time.

"The Germans have entered the city and should report to their superiors immediately." Benedetto shook the handle of the magnet phone vigorously.

"Let me make a call first. Before going out, I took little Maria to Mrs. Goleta next door." Cristiano pressed the receiver of the phone.

"We seemed to have rushed past a traffic post, Second Lieutenant." Corporal Ruhr glanced at the mirror.

"Leave this alone, keep going, just walk along this avenue, don't turn, or we will get lost." Lieutenant Luceni shouted to Corporal Ruhr.

"You have reminded me three times, Lieutenant, you make me nervous." The air corporal held the steering wheel with both hands and tried his best to keep the Fiat running in the middle of the road.

"These old houses make me feel uncomfortable. I am worried that I will be ambushed." Ruhr looked at the three or four-story residential houses on both sides. Some of these ancient apartments were built in the mid-nineteenth century and still Maintain the style and appearance of more than half a century ago.

"It's impossible for the Italians to react so quickly, trust me." Luccini turned his face to comfort the driver.

"Be careful, there are roadblocks ahead!" Ruhr shouted loudly.

The second lieutenant of the Air Force quickly turned around and found that both sides of the highway were blocked by trucks, leaving only a lane in the middle of the road for a car to pass.

"Speed ​​up!" Luceni quickly drew the pistol from the holster.

"It looks like an Italian policeman!" Ruhr saw several Italian police officers with rifles standing in front of the roadblock. One of them held up a quick sign, shook his arm and made a gesture to stop immediately.

"Didn't they see our banner?" Corporal Ruhr froze for a moment, wondering what to do.

"It seems that it's impossible to break through, let the team behind you stop." Luceni saw five or six Italian policemen behind the roadblock, pushing a tricycle to block the gap in the middle.

"Let's drive a little further." Luceni ordered.

"What are you going to do, Second Lieutenant." Ruhr looked at his officer in surprise.

"I think I can talk to them and prepare the troops for battle. If the situation is not right, I will attack immediately, without worrying about my safety. When I'm done, stop here."

"I can also speak Italian. Let me talk to them. You are the commander of the army. You shouldn't take this kind of danger." Ruhr stopped the car and pulled the second lieutenant's sleeve. .

"Do you know what to talk to them? Because I am the commander, I should take this risk even more. I brought everyone here. I have a responsibility to solve the immediate problems. Don’t forget that we still have tasks to do. Go and finish. Don’t worry, our large army is behind, these people dare not do anything to us. If anything happens to me, the army will be under the command of Lieutenant Fred, have you heard clearly?" Two signal soldiers sitting back.

"Yes, deliver your order immediately, Second Lieutenant." A communications officer reported on the walkie-talkie.

"Very well...then I'll pass." Luceni closed the pistol insurance, reinserted the holster, then took a handkerchief from his pocket, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Don't shoot." Luceni shouted loudly in Italian, raising the light blue handkerchief in his hand.

"Don't open fire!" The Italian police officer who led the team quickly pressed the barrel of his subordinates.

The chief of the police also discovered the identity of the visitor at this time. The police lieutenant colonel immediately broke into a cold sweat. He originally thought it was just a group of rebels supporting the rebels, but he did not expect it to be stopped. Huo Dejun. It's like catching a lion with a rabbit trap, watching the hunter's snack about to become prey.

When Lucheni stopped the car, the lieutenant colonel was still considering whether to retreat or bite the bullet and fight the Germans. He only brought more than 30 police officers equipped with rifles, and each of them only carried five. Ten rounds of rifle bullets, once the two sides began to exchange fire, I don't know how many people here will be lucky to survive.

Seeing a German officer stepping down from the car rekindled hope for the Italian police officer. The German did not even launch an attack, which meant that the other party didn't want to be rough and wanted to negotiate with himself.

"Hi! Reinhardt! Good afternoon, gentlemen, I'm Lucheney, second lieutenant of the Luftwaffe." Lucheney walked up to the Italian police officer, put the silk back into his pocket, and proceeded neatly. Raise hands.

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare, the Italian National Police." The lieutenant colonel returned a gesture of his hand.

"May I ask what you are doing here, Mr. Lieutenant. If I remember correctly, our two countries are at war." The lieutenant colonel tried his best to look dignified and stable. The little German ensign lost face in front of him.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you too much, Lieutenant Colonel. This involves military secrets. Knowing too much is not good for your health." Luceni said with a smile.

"You are fluent in Italian, Lieutenant Luceni, wait a minute... Luceni..." The lieutenant colonel frowned.

"Yes, you are right. I am a grandfather and an Italian. Can someone bring me a cigarette? Mine just finished smoking on the road." The German ensign said without scruples. Own identity.

Several Italian police officers on the side quickly turned their pockets and rushed to hand them to Luceni. The second lieutenant of the Air Force looked down, picked a pack of unseen brands, and drew a cigarette from it.

"Thank you." Lucheni politely nodded and thanked, the police officer looked flattered and said he was welcome, and at the same time he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for the German ensign.

"This cigarette is good. I like Italian cigarettes. Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare, let’s just say it. There are seven carts of soldiers behind me. Half of them are SS Stormtroopers. I believe you should Understand who they are. You can't resist our attack. This battle is meaningless. You all have family members, parents, wives, and children. They don't want to see you die here in vain. The war is about to end, our African Legion has landed on the coast, and this city will fall..." Luceni said loudly to the police.

"What do you want, Lieutenant Luceni." Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare asked.

"I hope you surrender to us. The German army will abide by the Geneva Conventions to ensure your personal safety." Luceni replied solemnly.

"I will not give this order, second lieutenant, the Italian National Police will swear to death..."

"Then prepare for battle, Lieutenant Colonel. Before that, I hope you will look back at your men. Their lives are now in your hands."

"I understand what you mean, second lieutenant, but you seem to have forgotten that you are in my hands now." Gaspare pretended to be fierce.

"I have issued an order before. Once you refuse to lay down your weapons, they will immediately attack. Don't underestimate the professional soldiers, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. German officials are always ready to sacrifice for the Third Reich." Luccini Raised his head.

"Don't forget that you are also Italian," the police lieutenant colonel said anxiously.

"I am an officer of the Luftwaffe. I have read the oath to the head of state." The air force second lieutenant replied coldly.

"The Germans are ready to attack." At this moment, a police officer exclaimed, and he saw a group of German soldiers jumping off the truck.

"It seems your time is running out, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Okay, lieutenant, I agree to put down the weapons, we surrender, all put down the guns, this is my order!" Gaspare couldn't hold on, he turned around and gave his surrender order.

At first, he was worried that his subordinates would resist, and then he found that these police officers did not hesitate to put down their rifles, and there were expressions of relief on their faces.

Seeing the performance of his subordinates, the police lieutenant colonel also secretly rejoiced. If it really fought, how could it be possible to confront the powerful German army with such a thin morale.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I am glad you made a wise decision." Luceni took the pistol handed over by Gaspare, then reached out and shook hands with the police lieutenant colonel, then turned around. He waved his arm in the direction of the team, indicating that he had solved the problem here.

"Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare~IndoMTL.com~There is still something I want to discuss with you." Luccini turned around and said to the Lieutenant Colonel.

"I'm listening, Lieutenant Luceni." Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare's attitude changed quickly, and he had already begun to learn how to be a model prisoner.

"Do you know the airport? Is there any shortcut nearby."

"I know there are several lines, Mr. Ensign. One of my subordinates may know this well, I can call him over." Gaspare replied.

"Very well, wait a minute, Lieutenant Colonel. I don’t know if you are interested in cooperating with our German army. You must know that we urgently need people like you who are familiar with the city of Rome to cooperate with our occupation operations. I hope you If you can think about it, I personally think that this is also protecting the city and its residents in disguise. If local officials cooperate, you can avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and conflicts."

Lucheni smiled and took a cigarette from Gaspare. From the twinkling eyes of the lieutenant colonel, it could be seen that the chief of police was very moved by his suggestion.

PS: I finally caught up, thank you for your understanding. (To be continued.)