Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 476: The Supreme Imperial Marshal (Part 1)

"What do you think?" Mussolini was standing in front of the huge full-length mirror in the bedroom, looking at his new uniform, which was ironed with complacency. 81

"Very handsome, dear." Clara Betasi (formerly Coryletta Betasi) stepped forward and gently adjusted the position of the black tie for Italy.

This later world-famous leader lover, wearing an elegant white silk nightgown at this time, the graceful figure that Mussolini was crazy infatuated with was even more seductive in the orange sun of the Mediterranean morning.

"There is no important work today, I will be back before lunch." Mussolini gently stroked the lover's cheek, and then left a kiss on the other's lips.

"That's great, dear, I will let the kitchen prepare lunch for you." Although he has been following this man twenty-nine years older than himself for more than three years, he always makes these ambiguities The action still makes Betasi's heartbeat like a girl of first love.

I have to say that Mussolini had a magical charm in the eyes of Italian women at the time. He had amazing property and was also the most powerful man in Italy. People were talking about this all the time. By name, everyone knows he is a playboy, but the owner will be attracted to him.

Betaxi knew that he was not the only lover of this man, but he still prayed to God sincerely, so that she could accompany this man until the last moment in his life.

Historically, her wish was fulfilled. This woman used her life to prove her loyalty to this relationship. Except for the last tragedy, perhaps for Betasi, she could die with Mussolini. It's not a bad ending.

Leaving the exquisite and extravagant comfort house, Mussolini's face returned to his serious expression. Italy sat on the back seat of the fully enclosed Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car, leaning on the leather seat back. Close your eyes and rest your mind.

Order has already been restored in Rome. The citizens are busy for their livelihoods as usual, but there are more armored vehicles with iron cross emblems on the streets, and teams of heavily armed German soldiers.

"Leader, General Küciler informed the Roman High Command that the African army will begin to withdraw as planned next Friday. Some of their previous requests are hoped to be answered before they leave." Sitting in Mussolini The new adjutant Captain Claudio on the opposite side respectfully reported that Captain Candill, the original entourage adjutant, was unfortunately killed in the coup on the 28th. Until now, the remains of the brave captain have not been found.

"Don't ask me about this kind of thing, just leave it to Ziano to handle it. This is his job. It has been negotiated to agree to all the requirements of Küchelel." Rini opened his eyes slightly, and his sharp eyes scanned the subordinate's young face.

"The general wants to recruit another three hundred military employees, and hopes that the city of Rome can come forward for him."

"This is a good thing for Italy, we can restore the honor of the kingdom in this way. Think about it, the Italians fought side by side with the Germans, and established great feats, just like this to promote, it will be able to impress A large number of young people."

After speaking, Mussolini closed his eyes again. By the end of the year, one third of the Italian 6th Army will retire. How to arrange the employment and life of these people is a headache for the kingdom. If the Germans are willing to stand up and take over, Mussolini will certainly raise his hands to welcome.

Mussolini’s motorcade hoisted the Italian flag, and drove out of the city along the avenue of the city center. His destination today is a temporary special concentration camp set up on the outskirts of Rome, where all the detainees participated The members of the gang arrested in the coup on the 28th ranged from the marshals and generals of the 6th Army of the Kingdom of Italy to the ordinary traffic police officers commanding the streets.

The concentration camp is set in a barren field. It is a huge camp with a length of 1.5 kilometers and a width of one kilometer. Because there is no time to build a brick wall, we can only use high erected barbed wire as the camp. The outer barriers and internal guards are all strictly selected Black Shirt veterans, and the guards responsible for the outer periphery are all German 6th Army infantrymen.

In some seemingly weak positions, German engineers have also laid defensive minefields. Those were four hundred and fifty anti-infantry mines buried completely disorderly. The German engineers did not record the location of each mine on the map of the minefield as usual, but only marked a rough minefield area, which means that the Germans If you want to pass through the minefield, you can only rely on professional minesweeping equipment.

Such inauspicious protective measures made Mussolini feel quite safe, and he began to consider whether this camp should be changed to a permanent one, dedicated to the detention of those from the opposition factions in the country.

The concentration camp is located less than ten kilometers west of Rome. There is only a small village called Maglinaire nearby. There are 15 farmers in the village. They grow wheat and olives for a living. The construction site that has been working day and night this week has completely broken the peaceful life of the villagers, followed by visits from various powerful departments. Everyone’s family history has been checked, and they have also been warned and prohibited. Get close to the camp and don’t lose your life because of curiosity.

Mussolini's motorcade drove slowly into the gate of the camp along the road. This unnamed concentration camp ushered in the visit of the supreme leader.

The commander in charge of the camp is a 50-year-old black-shirted lieutenant colonel. At this moment, he led a dozen management officers and waited at the entrance of the camp office building early.

The Mercedes-Benz car steadily stopped in front of the group of officers, and a captain walked forward quickly and opened the door of the rear compartment.

"Salute!" the star officer ordered loudly. All the officers and soldiers present raised their hands to the country where Ang was standing.

Mussolini glanced at the officers who were loyal to him, nodded slightly in satisfaction, then stepped forward and walked to the commander.

"Welcome your visit, Your Honor." Lieutenant Colonel Renato bowed slightly to greet him.

"It's nice to see you again, Lieutenant Colonel Renato." Mussolini reached out.

"Me too, sir." With a flattered expression on Renato's face, he held Mussolini's hand tightly.

"You have already been notified," Mussolini asked.

"Yes, I received a call from Colonel Gunter last night, and everything is ready according to your instructions." Renato reported: "You can go to the lounge to rest first. We have prepared some drinks and food. And then..."

"No, you know what I want. I don't have much time." Mussolini interrupted the courtesy of the lieutenant colonel, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"When...Of course, we are all ready, sir, please follow me here." In order to hide his embarrassment, Renato took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat that had just come out.

Mussolini took a whole company of guards this time, all armed with guns and live ammunition. He has been assassinated twice in a few days. The assassins are all coup d’état members who survived. These are the desperate ones. People are struggling at the end.

The black-shirted lieutenant colonel led the way. Under the protection of the entire row of guards, Mussolini followed in stride, and soon a group of people arrived in front of a newly constructed single-row wooden house.

The wooden house has not had time to decorate, the walls show the original color of the wood, and even many places still retain the graffiti and messages of the construction workers.

The lieutenant colonel quickly stepped forward, took out the key from his waist, and then cautiously opened the door.

"The man is inside, sir." Renato stepped back and reported from the door.

"You all stay here, no one is allowed to approach without my order." Mussolini gave orders to the guard and the adjutant.

"You are the same as the lieutenant colonel. I will tell you if you need anything." Mussolini walked to the door and glanced at the lieutenant colonel.

"Yes, your sir." The lieutenant colonel quickly backed away respectfully.

"All retreat fifty meters and establish a cordon." Claudio shouted to the guard soldiers.

The soldiers of the phase guard acted swiftly. They immediately stood in a circle around the wooden house. The soldiers held up their submachine guns and pointed their black muzzles straight out of the circle.

Mussolini closed the door with his backhand, and the Italians crossed his arms, and habitually raised his chin.

"Look at what you are like now. I don't know if I should say that I am glad to meet you, Badoglio." Mussolini said proudly.

"The same is true for you, you are still that idiot, it makes people sick to look at it." Badoglio wore a marshal's gown with all the signs removed, and looked at the triumphant leader with contempt.

"Anyway~IndoMTL.com~ I am the final victor of this farce, and you will hang on a lamppost in the center of Rome like a wild dog with your party members. "Mussolini sneered, dragged a chair by the wall, and sat down at the door.

Badoglio wears heavy steel fetters on his feet, and one end of the chain is still locked to the buckle on the floor. Anyway, this respected marshal is still a battle-tested Soldiers, as Mussolini said earlier, he has already won the final victory, there is no need to risk being attacked by opponents for some face.

"I am the king of Italy. The death penalty for soldiers can only be shot." Badoglio frowned. He didn't expect Mussolini to do it so well.

"You are a soldier only if you get my approval, and what I see now is just a criminal conspiring to coup." Mussolini retorted.

"You are no longer in love. His Majesty the King will announce your crime to the world, and justice will be done one day."

"What you said will never be realized, Badoglio, because the current history is written by me. I will tell the Italian people that you are a group of despicable traitors and shameless traitors because of you. Germany will declare war with Italy.

In order to satisfy your ambitions and ignore the national interests of Italy and the safety of the people, countless Italian soldiers died because of you, and the great kingdom suffered the shame of defeat because of you.

I promise that even if you people only have a handful of bones left to rot, people will still spit on your grave. ".

Mussolini stood up, hugged his shoulders and talked.

ps: I finally got home, thank you for your understanding and support over the past two days. (To be continued.)

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