"Damn it, what do you want to do?" In the luxuriously decorated but tense Prime Minister's Office, Benito Mussolini, a strongman who had dominated Italian politics for more than ten years, frowned at this moment. Suo, his eyes widened, glared angrily at the guards who came in like a tide, and shouted loudly at the top of his lungs. His originally loud voice was now hoarse due to anger, echoing in the empty room. "Who let you in? Let your superiors stand up and talk to me!" Mussolini continued to roar, the majesty he had cultivated in high positions over the years was fully revealed at this moment. Wearing a well-tailored black suit, he stood upright in front of the huge desk, trying to intimidate the group of uninvited guests with his aura. After all, Mussolini had been prime minister for more than ten years. His angry and majestic scolding was like an invisible order. The guards suddenly looked at each other, their footsteps seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they subconsciously stopped moving forward. They looked at me, and I looked at you, with a trace of panic and hesitation in their eyes. After all, the person in front of them was the most powerful person in Italy. At this time, a lieutenant colonel in a straight military uniform stood out from the guard team. He was tall and tall, with a stern face. There was no expression on his angular face, as if he were a cold sculpture. He walked up to Mussolini with steady steps, touched his heels hard, made a "pop" sound, saluted a standard military salute, and then said in an emotionless tone: "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you are under arrest." ” "What?" When Mussolini heard this, he felt as if he was hit by a thunderbolt from the blue. His body shook violently, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the officer in front of him in disbelief.
His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was stunned by the sudden news and was momentarily speechless. He never imagined that he would be arrested at this time, and that he would be arrested by the army under his control. "According to the order of His Majesty the King, you have been arrested. From now on, you are no longer the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy." The lieutenant colonel remained expressionless, without any fluctuations in his tone, as if he was reading out an ordinary document. . His eyes were firm and cold, staring directly into Mussolini's eyes, as if he wanted to see a trace of fear in the eyes of the former prime minister. Mussolini, on the other hand, was shocked. His mind was in chaos, with countless thoughts flashing through him in an instant. He recalled everything he had done for Italy over the years, those maneuvers on the political stage, and those dreams of leading Italy to "glory". At this moment, they were like bubbles about to burst. He didn't even expect that the person who issued the arrest order would be the king whom he had always respected, and could even be said to be a loyal assistant. "Why?" After a while, Mussolini gradually calmed down. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, looked at the other person and asked again. At this time, the anger in his eyes was gone, replaced by a kind of deep doubt and unwillingness. "His Majesty the King believes that the war has been going on for too long and there is no point in continuing it. He decided to agree to the Allied forces' conditions, withdraw from the Axis Powers and join the Allies." The lieutenant colonel explained quickly, speaking very quickly, as if Complete a given task. Upon hearing this, the expression on Mussolini's face slowly changed from shock to anger. His brows furrowed tightly again, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly with anger. "Damn it, it turned out to be betrayal." He cursed secretly in his heart. For him, this was simply an unacceptable betrayal. The "great blueprint" built for Italy over the years was easily destroyed by the king. "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, we have not gained much benefit from this war." The lieutenant colonel seemed to see Mussolini's anger, and his tone couldn't help but become sarcastic. He raised his head slightly, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, "In addition to losing troops and generals, have we gained substantial benefits? If it weren't for the discovery of the Libyan oil fields, I'm afraid our life now would be even more difficult." "So is this the reason for your betrayal?" Mussolini felt chilled in his heart after listening to the lieutenant colonel's words. His eyes revealed disappointment and pain, and he looked at the former subordinate in front of him as if he didn't recognize him. "This is the right choice." The lieutenant colonel shook his head, his tone still firm, "For the future of Italy, we cannot continue to fight like this meaninglessly." "Shit, this is betrayal, it will completely ruin our reputation!" Mussolini could no longer hold back the anger in his heart and roared angrily. His hands were clenched into fists, and his body was shaking slightly with anger. "You are destroying Italy and destroying our efforts over the years!"
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, now is not the time to discuss this. From now on, you will not be allowed to leave here. We will be responsible for all food and drinks." The lieutenant colonel did not want to explain too much to the other party. He felt that he had made it clear enough. After saying this, he saluted again and turned to leave. Of course, the entire Prime Minister's Office was immediately blocked by guards. Mussolini looked at the armed guards, filled with helplessness and despair. He slowly walked to the window and looked out at the familiar yet unfamiliar city with mixed feelings in his heart. Once, he stood here, overlooking the city, feeling that he was the master of Italy, but now, he has become a prisoner. Not long after, the news of Mussolini's arrest quickly spread to Germany as if it had wings. At this time, Germany was deep in the quagmire of war. In the gloomy and depressing German High Command, Marshal Keitel was sitting in front of a huge desk, frowning, with various documents and maps piled up in front of him. He is having a headache over whether to mobilize troops from the Western Front to the Eastern Front. This is a major decision related to the direction of the German war. Every plan involves huge risks and uncertainties. Just then, the adjutant hurried in with a telegram. His face was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and his steps were hurried and panicked, "Marshal, it's bad, Italian Prime Minister Mussolini has been arrested, and they are preparing to announce their withdrawal from the war." Hearing this, Marshal Keitel suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, and he stared at the adjutant in front of him. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was shocked and speechless by the sudden news. He did not expect that at this critical moment, such explosive news would come. If Italy withdraws from the war, there will be a series of chain reactions. As an important member of the Axis Powers, Italy's geographical location is very important. Its withdrawal will not only leave a huge hole in Germany's defense line on the southern front, but may also cause the situation in the Balkans to get out of control, and even directly affect the outcome of this war. "Damn, bastard, idiot, stupid!" Marshal Keitel used several vicious words in succession, his face full of anger and despair. He slammed his fist on the table, causing the documents and maps on the table to scatter to the floor. The war situation in Germany had already worsened, and now Italy had done this again, which made him feel extremely desperate and helpless. "How many divisions are currently stationed on the border?" Marshal Keitel suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a solemn tone. There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes, like a beast that was cornered. The adjutant said hurriedly: "Two grenadier divisions and one armored division." "That's enough, let them move out immediately, go south to capture Rome, and rescue Mussolini." Marshal Keitel said through gritted teeth. His eyes were full of determination, and he knew that decisive action must be taken now, otherwise the situation in Germany would become even more uncontrollable. This pig teammate is simply adding to the chaos. Now that Italy is doing this, Marshal Keitel doesn't know if this battle can continue. He kept cursing Italy's betrayal in his heart, while also thinking about the next response strategy. "Marshal, I'm afraid it's too late to let them go south," the adjutant said worriedly. His eyes were full of worry, and he knew the urgency of the situation in Italy. The mobilization of conventional troops might not be able to stop Italy's withdrawal from the war in time. "What do you think?" Marshal Keitel said in a cold tone. He looked at the adjutant with a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that the adjutant could come up with a feasible solution. "Let the special forces be dispatched?" the adjutant suggested cautiously. He knew how powerful that special force was. They had carried out many dangerous and arduous missions. Perhaps only they could complete the mission of rescuing Mussolini in such an emergency. Please...you...collect_6_9_书_Bar (Six//Nine//Books//Bar)
Marshal Keitel listened to the adjutant's suggestion and fell into deep thought. That special forces unit is indeed the elite of the German army. They have superb combat skills and rich special operations experience. However, there are also huge risks in using special forces. If the operation fails, not only will it be impossible to rescue Mussolini, but it may also put Germany into a more passive situation. After a while, Marshal Keitel slowly raised his head, with a hint of determination in his eyes, "Okay, let's do it. Notify them immediately, prepare to carry out the mission, and tell them that they can only succeed, not fail." After receiving the order, the adjutant quickly left the room. Marshal Keitel sat back on his chair again, his eyes full of exhaustion and worry. He knew that every next step was crucial, and the fate of Germany might be in the hands of that special force. In a secret prison in Italy, Mussolini was held in a small and dark cell. The cell smelled of dampness and rancidity, and the walls were covered with moss. Mussolini sat on the cold stone bed, holding his head in his hands and looking ahead blankly. He kept thinking about his life, from an ordinary politician to the position of Italian Prime Minister step by step. He once thought that he could change the destiny of Italy and lead Italy to glory, but now, everything has come to nothing. Suddenly, there was a burst of noisy footsteps outside the cell. Mussolini raised his head, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He hoped that someone would come to save him, that this was all just a nightmare. However, when the cell door opened, what he saw was a group of unfamiliar Italian soldiers. The leading officer looked at Mussolini and said coldly: "Mussolini, your era is over. From now on, you will pay the price for what you have done." After listening to the officer's words, Mussolini was filled with anger and despair. He wanted to refute, but felt powerless. He knew that he had completely lost his power and everything he had ever had. At the same time, the special forces in Germany were ready to go. They were dressed in black special combat uniforms and well-equipped, and their eyes revealed perseverance and confidence. They boarded a transport plane and flew towards Italy under the cover of night. On the transport plane, the captain said to the team members: "This mission is related to the fate of Germany. We must successfully rescue Mussolini without making any mistakes. Does everyone understand the importance of the mission?" The team members responded uniformly: "It's clear!" Their voices were firm and powerful, echoing in the transport plane. The plane was flying in the night sky, heading towards Italy. At this time, Italy was in chaos. The king's decision triggered a fierce battle between various forces in the country, with voices supporting and opposing withdrawing from the war emerging one after another. And Mussolini's fate will also be pushed in an unknown direction in this chaos. On the other side, Cun Yunsheng was sitting quietly at his desk, frowning slightly, looking intently at the urgent report that had just been delivered. Because of his previous investment at all costs, he now has a large and secret intelligence network with extensive and accurate sources of information. When his eyes scanned the secret report about the arrest of Italian Prime Minister Mussolini and the news that Italy was about to withdraw from the war, a trace of surprise could not help but appear on his originally calm face.
He gently put down the secret report in his hand, leaned back on the chair, and secretly marveled in his heart. He did not expect that the Allied forces would be so strong during this period of time, and would use such deadly tricks one after another. Cun Yunsheng is well aware of Italy's key position in this war. It is like an important chess piece on the European battlefield. Once Italy withdraws from the war, there will be a huge gap in the Axis defense line, and the entire war situation will undergo earth-shaking changes. , and even the war may end early. Thinking of this, Cun Yunsheng's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he began to seriously think about whether to speed up the plan at hand. But he knows that any decision needs to be carefully weighed. However, with his understanding of the situation, he knew that Mussolini would not be trapped for long and that it would not be long before he would be freed again. However, even so, the situation in Italy has fallen into an abyss of chaos. By then, Italy will completely lose control of the situation, and Mussolini's influence in this war will be minimal. (End of chapter)