The German army had almost no decent resistance in its operations in Italy. Just when some German reconnaissance teams entered the city of Rome, Italy's army that swore allegiance to Mussolini had basically collapsed. Most of the Italian troops chose to watch the wall. They ignored the fact that a few of Mussolini's direct troops were annihilated by the German army to ensure that their homes were not engulfed by the war.

"Where is the 1st Army of the Roman City Defense Cluster? Can this force fight back north and buy us some time?" Mussolini stood in front of the Roman City Defense Map and asked the generals who were guarding him. All his aides fled, with only a few colonel-level loyalists who were still surrounding him at this time.

"Leader, the troops of the 1st Army have been surrounded by the German vanguard in Monterotondo. They tried to break through, but... the enemy's firepower is too strong." An army colonel reported the situation in frustration. The troops that were most loyal to Mussolini were surrounded by the German army on the front line.

Of course, there are many loopholes in the city of Rome now, and some blocks have even been occupied by pro-German forces, and Mussolini's pro-guards cannot enter at all. German armored vehicles from outside the city have begun to appear frequently, and some German special forces have already mixed into the city.

In such a chaotic situation, and the fact that Rome's defense system had not yet been established, all this was destined to be the city of Rome, and it would be impossible for a protracted urban street battle to break out.

"Mr. Leader! You should retreat south with your subordinates loyal to you... Although the bastard Garibaldi in the south controlled a large number of cities and transportation hubs, after all, he did not have enough time to prepare, so he would still leave us some opportunities..." An air force major looked at Mussolini anxiously. He was the loyal leader of this leader and had been giving advice for Mussolini.

His 20 planes stationed near Rome, as well as his trusted pilots, were all reimbursed by the German fighter troops within a few hours, and they didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief. Just two days ago, he was planning a bombing operation against the Romanian oil fields in his command center.

Another Mussolini's confidant, the colonel officer of the navy, nodded and said, "Mr. Leader! You must know that my navy is still loyal to your command. As long as we escape to the corresponding port, we can organize soldiers to delay the German advancement speed..."

"Yes! After arriving at those southern ports, we can at least get tens of thousands of US troops. By that time, it will not be easy for the German army to eat us in a short time... As long as we persist..." The army colonel who spoke first continued to persuade.

Everyone knows that Rome cannot hold on, at least the city is not ready to welcome the war. Once the German army is at the city, it will be captured by the German army within a few days. Moreover, Mussolini has no intention of using Rome as a battlefield at all. After all, launching a war to destroy the capital of his country. This responsibility is enough to become a stain on his as Italian leader even if he wins the war in the end.

Of course, becoming a stain is secondary... The key is that there are not many real troops to use... The Roman city defense force has about 150,000 people. If it is mobilized and expanded immediately, it may reach 200,000. However, this force lacks heavy weapons and has no fighting spirit at all. How can it stop the German elite attack from the battle-breaking elite?

And even with these 150,000 people, Mussolini knew very well that at least 100,000 of them were still in the same state where the Germans would put down their weapons and surrender as soon as they came. Among the remaining 50,000 people, it is estimated that 20,000 people would directly turn against their own defense and let the Germans enter Rome.

"Report! Report!" A soldier rushed into the office in a hurry. He gasped nervously, then pointed to the sky, and finally adjusted his breathing and said what he wanted to say: "Outside...the sky outside...the sky, so many, so many...the German planes!"

Mussolini was stunned, then leaned against his window and saw more than a dozen German planes throwing paper items such as leaflets into the entire Roman city. He could guess without taking it over and taking it at a glance, which should be something that persuades Roman civilians not to resist.

"Damn it! Where is the air defense alarm? These air defense troops are? Open fire! Why not fire?" The Air Force Major shouted in anger, then grabbed the phone beside him and shouted loudly at the microphone: "This is the Roman City Defense Command, please contact me with the air defense command! Hurry up!"

Then the whole room was strangely silent for a few seconds, then continued to remain silent for a few seconds. When Mussolini turned around strangely and looked at his confidant, the Air Force Major, the other party was angrily throwing the phone receiver on the table: "Bitch! He didn't even answer the phone here!"

As the saying goes, the situation is hopeless, and this is nothing more than this. Mussolini is now defeated. Even the measures to deal with such a situation can no longer be implemented. They can only imagine what happened outside here, because a lot of news can no longer be passed on to them in time.

"Mr. Leader! I still have the same advice. You should retreat south with your subordinates loyal to you! As long as you reach the port in the south, we will have a chance to fight for the last battle. If we stay here now, everything will be done!" In the end, the Air Force Major broke the silence. He knew that the only opportunity now was to meet with the landing forces of the United States and have a glimmer of hope.

The naval colonel officer who had originally had many plans has now become a verb. He nodded quickly and said, "Mr. Leader! You must know that our navy is still loyal to your command. As long as we escape to the corresponding port, we can join the fleet... At least, we can establish a temporary command on the warship."

After going over and over again, everyone now knows that their Italian troops are completely unable to rely on. The only one who can truly save the defeat is the US troops that are expected to land in southern Italy and start fighting against Germany.

"Dingling, Dinglingling." The nice phone ringing rang, and the location was exactly the contact number of the Navy. The Navy colonel was overjoyed and rushed over and grabbed the phone. Now they needed good news too much, and the Navy's actions were the only news they deserved to look forward to.

"I am...what? You make it clearer...what does the Navy issue a notice? They did not shell the Gibraltar Fortress? What about the Americans? What does it mean to not see the Americans?" The expression of joy was still hanging on his face when answering the phone, but what he said was already a desperate thing. The colonel staggered and almost threw the phone in his hand to the ground.

"Needless to say, I guess it's because the American fleet did not appear in Gibraltar, right?" Mussolini asked with a wry smile. He had guessed that the Americans would change their plans in this situation. If it were him, he would also choose to give up Italy at this time. If you are not good, don't blame others for not saving you.

"Fleet, the fleet has also rebelled..." The navy colonel seemed to have his soul been pulled away. He found a chair regardless of his image and sat on it, screaming with amusement and crying: "The fleet has not carried out a mission? The fleet has returned? Why didn't they even send a telegram back? Why? Why?"

The question he did not understand was actually very good to explain the main reason why the Italian navy leaned on the big tree of Mussolini was to preserve its strength and avoid war. Now let them attack the Gibraltar Fortress, which was impossible to gain a advantage, and cover the Allied fleet through the straits in a way that was close to suicide. It would be strange that these Italian warships would execute orders.

"I won't leave! I won't go anywhere. Just wait here! I want to see what the Germans can do to me!" Mussolini smiled, smiling so helplessly and so desolately. It's not that he was brave enough to possess his spirit at this time. The main reason for being so bachelor is actually because he knew that he was really doomed this time.

In Rome, he still has some influence. Once he leaves this city, he probably won't have time to run to southern Italy and will be tied up and sent to the Germans to seek credit and reward. Thinking of this, he feels that he should stay in Rome, at least he should be responsible for what he does.

"Let the soldiers loyal to us block the surrounding neighborhoods, deploy defense lines, and prepare to fight against the German attack!" Mussolini glanced at the army colonel beside him and issued a combat order to hold his position: "Persist in all rooms, including my private guards, and do not let anyone approach this room."

"Leader, if we escape here, we will hide in a small town or village..." The major of the Air Force looked at the naval colonel who was still sitting on a chair and smiled foolishly, and made his own suggestions to Mussolini. He was still young and didn't want to die in such a place like this.

Unfortunately, Mussolini rejected his suggestion: "I'm sorry, I don't want to hide from the world anymore. I want to talk to Akado face to face again. I want to ask this great German head of state in person, does he want to kill all those who disagree with his opinion?"—

I came back late today, so I updated a little later. I'm sorry

But after coming back, I saw a surprise that made Long Ling happy until now

Until now, the first leader of this book has been born, the book friend Benson Chu. Thank you for your support for the Third Reich, thank you for your love for the Dragon Spirit Knight. Thank you for your continued support for the Dragon Spirit...
Chapter completed!