Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 477: The Supreme Imperial Marshal (Part 2)

"A lie can only be a lie. There will always be the day when the truth comes to light. You cannot cover up all the facts. The people will definitely agree with our ideas. All we do is to protect this country, even Misunderstood, but I personally have a clear conscience." Badoglio replied with a pretentiously indifferent expression. The field marshal tried to restrain emotional fluctuations. The old soldier did not want Mussolini to see through his weakness.

"You are just deceiving yourself, Badoglio. You should know that I am not bluffing. I can create evidence as much as I want. The Italian people love me and support me, and they will unconditionally Believe everything I say.” Mussolini sneered at the Marshal's retort.

"We are saving this kingdom. You have completely lost your mind. You only know that you are arrogantly provoking everywhere. You are pushing Italy into hell." Badoglio rebuked.

"The kingdom doesn't need anyone to save it. In fact, I am leading her to prosperity!" Mussolini said loudly.

"Your arrogance and recklessness almost ruined this country, Bertoni Mussolini!"

"I don’t. On the contrary, it’s you, you despicable traitors. In order to achieve a personal despicable goal, they actually made a deal with the enemy. What is that [Mussolini Line of Defense]? You know better than anyone. Why do you want to remove the garrison in the capital? Why do you want to remove the reserve army from Rome? You think that with that ridiculous reason, you can blind the Italian people."

"The people don't understand the truth. I admit that the methods we use are a bit dark, but our goal is justice." Badoglio finally couldn't help but raise his voice.

"The people don't need to know the truth, they only need to know that you are traitors." Mussolini laughed, and he finally saw Badoglio's furious appearance.

"Your subordinates have fully confessed, they don't want to be buried for you. If I need it, the German side also agreed to provide telegrams between you, they have not trusted you fools from the beginning. And I easily play with you in the applause. You are completely finished, Badoglio, you will die as a traitor." Mussolini reminded the other party of this fact, members of the coup gang don’t If they want to sacrifice as a hero, what they lose is not only their lives, but also the honor they have accumulated for most of their lives.

"You can't do it at all. Your Majesty the King will stand up to testify for us." Bagdoglio finally lost his square inch. He values ​​honor more than his own life in his life, but Mussolini is now ready to Both are taken away together, which he absolutely cannot tolerate.

"His Majesty the King is eager to find someone to make a reconciliation with the Germans. He is already overwhelmed by himself. If the Savoy dynasty can be maintained, I believe he will be happy to stand up and accuse you people. But in the end it depends on what the Germans mean, for which I am powerless now.” At this point, Mussolini changed his sitting position somewhat unnaturally.

"It seems that you have seen the faces of the Germans, and they will not trust you either. You are just a puppet they fostered." Badoglio knew that what Mussolini said was the truth. He sneered.

"Originally, none of this would happen. I was ready to negotiate with the Germans. At that time, we still had half of Italy, with half a million army units, and an intact Mediterranean fleet. Noting this, he will inevitably agree to my plan in the end, so that we need to pay much less than now.

But you ruined all my efforts. Now the Germans have occupied three-quarters of the Italian territory, and we have lost all the chips in our hands. Your coup has broken the political balance that I have been trying to maintain. Now I can only rely on the power of the Germans to regain control of the country's power, and withstand the pressure exerted by Britain and France, maintain territorial integrity, and restore it. Social order. "Mussolini stood up and paced back and forth in front of the door.

"I admit that I am now a puppet, or something similar, but this is the only path I can choose. This is thanks to you idiots. You ruined my plan and took away My power, I have to choose to stand up and defend myself.

If you succeed, I believe it won't let me live, waiting for my best end, perhaps to die in the underground cell of the palace. I am Bertoni Mussolini, the leader of the Italian Fascist Party, and I cannot die in a dirty corner like a mouse.

Now the German head of state is willing to ease relations with me, agreeing to continue to serve as the prime minister of the Kingdom of Italy, and allow Italy to join his new European order, and all I have to do is to show submission and obedience to the head of the empire. On strategic issues, following in the footsteps of Germany and making Italy a vassal of the Third Reich, does this sound difficult to accept? "Mussolini akimbo his hips and raises his jaw.

"But I agreed to all their conditions. I couldn't refuse the Germans' request because my army was transferred into the encirclement of the German army. Most of my cabinet members have been bought by you, and my king has also abandoned Because of me, the nobles always want to cut off my head.

I love this country so much, but the reward is a despicable conspiracy. Rome is no longer the Rome in my heart, and the king is no longer worthy of my loyalty. "There was a trace of sadness on Mussolini's face, he was depressed for his failure.

"I can understand what you think, Mussolini. But I will never forgive you for colluding with Germany and betraying your country."

"Aren’t you the same? After your successful coup, wouldn’t you be servile to the Germans, succumb to the powerful force of the other side, and rely on betraying the country’s interests in exchange for a waste paper armistice agreement? "Mussolini sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"We will not betray the interests of the kingdom. We can sign an alliance agreement with Germany, which is the same as that of France and the United Kingdom. Von Steide has stated that he has no territorial requirements for the Italian mainland." Bagdog Leo said loudly.

"You underestimated Reinhard von Steide. He wanted more than you thought, but now I suddenly realized that I don’t need to tell you this, I just want Say what you can do, I can do the same, I can tell you now, next week I rush to Berlin, mainly to sign this alliance agreement with von Steide." Mussolini renewed Sit back on the chair.

"But this is no longer a question you can consider, Bagdoglio, you naive idiot." The head of state shook his index finger roughly at the Field Marshal.

"You and your companions will be deprived of their military ranks and all the honors they have won. Your family will be exiled to an African colony. Your son has been arrested. Your grandson is only one year old. They will They will spend the rest of their lives miserably in the hot desert of Africa." Mussolini smiled and said terrible content.

"You can't do this. My family has no idea. They are innocent." Badoglio finally screamed out of control. He stood up and wanted to pounce on Mussolini, but forgot With a strong chain tied to his feet, the field marshal was tripped to the ground and prostrated at the feet of the Italian dictator.

"I don’t think so, Badoglio... Badoglio, after all, your surname is Badoglio. My ex-Chief of Staff, to be honest, I’m quite merciful. Yes, someone suggested to me to send your family to a concentration camp in Germany, and then let them rot in the black forest over there." Mussolini’s smile looked extraordinarily hideous~ IndoMTL.com~ be merciful, I Knowing that your heart is as hard as steel, but looking at the feats made for the kingdom in the first half of my life, I beg you to let my family go. "Badoglio didn't stand up, he was finally crushed. This outstanding marshal, at this moment, is like an ordinary Italian old man, curled up on the floor, eyes full of pleading and fear. /

"I admire everything you have done for the kingdom, really, from the heart." Mussolini knelt down and said, touching his chest.

"But I will never forgive you for what you did to me. You want to take away my power, my life, everything I have, so I also take yours." The dictator snapped Photographing the old man's shaved forehead is like patting a pet dog.

"What exactly do you want from me, Mussolini, you devil." Badoglio reached out and grabbed Mussolini's skirt.

"What else can you make me tempted, your marshal, ah, by the way, you are no longer a marshal, you are just an ordinary criminal." Mussolini knocked out Badoglio's Hand, and then grabbed the opponent's epaulet and tripped.

"Send mercy, Virgin Mary." Badoglio closed his eyes, tears from the corners of his eyes running down his thin cheeks.

"Look at your poor, worm-like look. I am very glad that the German head of state chose me instead of you, otherwise I will definitely end up worse than you." Mussolini stood up.

"But one thing you said was wrong. I am not the kind of hard-hearted monster you mentioned, so I am going to give you another chance, Badoglio, a chance for atonement."

Looking down at the former chief of staff who was desperate like a bereaved dog, the Italian dictator said with pride. (To be continued.)