After receiving the promise of American support, Mussolini once again held a discussion meeting with his confidants. At this time, they began to finalize some details of the action, and many things had been determined. However, because everything was prepared in case of Germany, the progress seemed very slow.

This time, another meeting ended, and the staff came out of Mussolini's office, and everyone had their own worries. After all, betrayal against Germany is a game of life-threatening. If you win, you can certainly become a hero in Italy, but if you lose, they will really accompany Italy and go to hell.

"I said, this time, how sure are we to stop the German attack?" A senior staff member who had been following Mussolini, with a warm smile on his face, asked a senior general from the 6th Army who was walking beside him and going down the stairs together.

The senior general was frowning and looked like a dead mother. At this time, he heard someone ask him, and stopped and turned around and whispered: "I know you are very close to the leader. He has many questions to listen to you... Can you help me to change my mind and cancel my plans for the Germans?"

"Why? From our current perspective, it is obviously more beneficial to stand on the side of the Americans." The staff member froze and then lowered his voice and asked: "You don't know, the Germans are building a big European Union recently. Many people are clamoring to establish a unified big European Union. This is a political issue. If you say too much, you won't understand. In short, if we still want to have the power to control Italy, then we cannot always be in the shadow of Germany..."

"Sir, I understand what you said, but if I tell you... the fortifications on the border are not as perfectly built... The border defense forces are not sure to resist the 10,000 troops in their hands. What do you think?" The general of the 6th Army gritted his teeth and finally revealed some of his little secrets. ? 1? Reading · 1?k?a?n?s?hu·cc

"The border line? Not completed? How is this possible? Mussolini supported you with shameful funds. It has been almost 2 months since you have not completed the construction of those not-so-hard fortifications?" The staff member was startled by the general and almost called out. However, he still suppressed his voice, but his big eyes were wide open.

The general took out a check from his briefcase and stuffed it into the palm of his staff: "Several generals of the 6th Army have benefited, and this is not my own idea... Who would have thought that we would suddenly fight with our allies? So we feel that these fortifications are not so anxious to be used..."

After looking at the numbers on the check, the staff member's eyes widened back to the point of nothingness. The numbers on it really make people's heartbeat, which is also very tempting for people like him who have a good family background. So the staff member immediately began to think about the question from the perspective of the 6th Army: "How many have you taken? Or, how many fortifications have you completed...?"

"This..." Seeing the staff member put the check in his pockets of clothes, the general knew that he had pulled the other party into the water, so he coughed, adjusted his original expression of fear and sweat, and said, "In fact, except for a small fortress, the other fortifications are civil structures, without cement, underground bunkers and permanent machine gun bunkers... Let's put it this way, we only spent a small part of the budget."

The staff once again stared at the brave general of the 6th Army, and the group of borers, did not even repair a decent fortification, and directly divided all the expenses. The border fortification on the border that Mussolini had high hopes for did not exist at all.

"My God... In this case, if the leader makes a wrong judgment, isn't it equivalent to saying that all of us are dead?" The aide frowned, touched the stubble on his chin, and said hesitantly. "I? Read?? Book w?ww read·1?k?a?n?s?h?u?cc?

"So I told you the truth... If you hadn't called me, I would have planned to go to your apartment and visit you later." The general took out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat that was really flowing from his forehead, and smiled and said with apologized: "The leader must be stopped. Doing this will make us all doom together."

"No need to say, I know too! Hell! You go first, I want to talk to the leader, and at least delay this plan by 10 days!" The staff member's eyes turned and came up with an idea: "I will first find a way to delay for 5 days, and then use military supplies and other methods to find a way to delay for 5 days. In this way, we will have 10 days to make appropriate buffering!"

He approached the general's ear and continued, "With these 20 days, mobilize your troops, dig with shovels, dig with both hands, and dig out a similar line of defense for me! Otherwise, by that time, if the war really breaks out, we will be completely finished!"

The aide ignored the 6th Army general who was stunned there and turned around and ran to Mussolini's office. When he walked into the room, Mussolini was dressed and ready to go out to meet the American guests living in the villa again. He saw his aide walking into the office and asked, "What's wrong? I'm back to find me if I have something to do?"

"Leader, just now, General Diego of the 6th Army talked with me for a while. He hoped that we would postpone the entire plan because he was worried that once the war broke out, it would affect his business in Germany..." The aide sneered and told the reason for his return.

"What business? When did General Diego get a business in Germany? Why don't I know?" Mussolini was stunned at first, and then threw the coat that was already in his hand on the sand at the door: "At this time, I'll ask you to convince me and ask me to cancel my actions against the Germans...what exactly does he want to do?"

"He told me that if I convince you to give up this action, I will give it to my other half..." As he said, the staff member pulled out the check from the Swiss bank from his pocket and pressed it on Mussolini's desk.

Mussolini looked at the check, which was a total of 30,000 US dollars. This was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for his staff. He knew that his staff could not have so much money, nor could they take it with him so by chance during a meeting.

As a leader who has been fighting in high positions for many years, he certainly has a suspicious personality and an innate sense of smell. He knew that this was not a simple thing, but that his subordinates were standing back in line between him and the Germans.

This is not a good phenomenon. At least, it is not good news for him who is going to carry out a complete set of secret action plans. He picked up the check from the table, stuffed it back into his staff's pocket, squeezed out a smile, and said, "You will still keep what he asked you to do! Let's hear what he asked you to do?"

"He asked me to delay for 5 days first, and then he used the excuse of insufficient military supplies and delayed for 5 days." The staff member whispered to Mussolini's question: "He said I don't have to worry about what happened next, and then I will get another 30,000 from him..."

"Very good! Very good!" Mussolini laughed so much that his expression became ferocious and terrifying. He smiled strangely and swept the pen holder on the table to the floor, and then cursed: "Then of course you don't have to worry about it. I will be hanged by the Germans, and those who are loyal to me will be sent to concentration camps! Then what else do you have to worry about? What about him? Is Diego going to be the leader of this country?"

"Leader, don't be angry. At least I am still loyal to you, so we have already seen their conspiracy, right?" The aide leaned against Mussolini and said in a slightly cold tone: "I think we might as well postpone the action for 5 days, and then... he will make a request to postpone another 5 days. At that time, we will deal with him first, catch the Germans off guard, and then decisively plan, and victory will always belong to you and your Italy."

It makes sense! I was speechless... After hearing this idea, Mussolini immediately opened his frown. This way, he could deceive the German intelligence department and have more time. It is a very good suggestion.

So he looked at his aide, and there was a feeling of "How about my daughter marrying you?" in his eyes. Then he stretched out his hand, patted the aide's shoulder, and smiled and said, "I am very pleased with your heart... I feel very satisfied with your wisdom... If the plan is successful, the position of the vice premier in the new regime I established is yours!"

"Thank you! Thank you for your cultivation, the leader! I will continue to support you unswervingly and give advice for your new regime!" The staff member smiled and lowered his head, looking like he was taught. He replied with a smile, but at the angle that Mussolini was invisible, a flash of cold light appeared in his eyes.

After Mussolini patted the staff's shoulder twice, he stopped talking, but walked to the sand and picked up the coat he threw on it from there. When the staff saw the scene in front of him, they quickly walked over, took the coat, and helped Mussolini cover her.

Then Mussolini waved his hand and signaled that the staff could step down. When the staff member left his office, Mussolini snorted coldly: "It's all a group of dogs who plot against each other! Before they win, they started betraying each other... I'll sooner or later clean up you and Diego's two dogs!"—
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