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In the circular block composed of several buildings close to the city center, the entire Roman city broke out. The only counterattack against German troops broke out. A group of Italian soldiers in black shirts frantically used their weapons to open fire on the German infantry trying to approach the building.

When they hit the walls, the corners and the ground, a white smoke splashed. At the windows on the second floor of the building, the Italian defenders formed a cross-air firepower, blocking all the roads of the German attack. Some people also used furniture and other things to cross the roads and laid simple barricades.

These black-shirted soldiers were firm forces loyal to Mussolini, and their combat power was relatively strong throughout Italy. Moreover, these people were not afraid of sacrifice and dared to compete with the powerful German army in such despair.

"Bang! Bang!" Listening to the sound outside the window, Mussolini sat behind his desk, sitting expressionlessly. He knew that he had not had much time left. After all, the Blackshirt Army who could really fight was only a few thousand people. When the German tanks and armored vehicles drove nearby, these light weapons troops would be wiped out in an instant.

Just as he was thinking about it, the terrifying sound of the German equipment like a machine tearing up linen finally rang out in the distant block. The dense sound made his hands shake slightly. This was the first time he heard the sound of a weapon called the Akado saw, and because it was unique, he could hear it all at once.

"It seems to be described, it is indeed a dense sound, and I can't hear much of it." Mussolini murmured, closing his eyes, as if he wanted to calm himself down. But the sound outside became denser, making his already chaotic heart beat faster.

The German army seemed very dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of the force that blocked their attack, and the sounds around became even more dense. A team of German soldiers tried to capture a building occupied by the Italian Blackshirts. Fierce battle broke out between the two sides. The stairs were covered with the bodies of the Blackshirts. The German army rushed from the first floor to the highest seventh floor, and paid a lot of money to drive these stubborn guys out of the building.

After losing a building, the gap in the defense line of the Blackshirts became even bigger, and some blocks were isolated, unable to retreat or reinforcements. The battle soon expanded, and the Germans transferred several tanks from the armored troops outside the city, and the real hard days for the defenders came.

As a tank opened fire, a huge gap was opened on the walls of a building, and gravels were flying everywhere. The century-old building was destroyed on a tank shell. The wall sculptures from famous masters and the monster decorations on the roof all peeled off with the vibration and fell to the ground and turned into worthless rubble.

Some black-shirted soldiers attempted to counter the German tanks, but they were brave and quickly sieved by the German leopard tank forward planes. These poor people who had only simple **** could only flee under the flames of the mg42 aircraft, without any ability to fight back.

"Mr. Leader! The German army has occupied several nearby buildings, and our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties..." The major of the Air Force rushed into Mussolini's office with a handful. His clothes were covered with dirt, far less decent than when he left just now.

The poor naval colonel was already crazy and sat so blankly on the chair outside the door. When he came in, he passed by the madman, but the other party was not even interested in looking at him. The poor madman kept muttering there, repeating the sentence: "Why, why did the fleet rebel?"

Mussolini did not comment on the war. He just laughed suddenly and said, "Look, it turns out that we resisted seriously, and it is difficult for the Germans to fight, right? Why can't those armies block the Germans on the border like these armies?"

If every unit was willing to fire and fight back, Italy led by Mussolini would never end in such a sad end in two days. Unfortunately, such resistance has not been a few times, and most of them are so weak.

"Leader 9 is leaving! Choose some people, bring money, and you can hide in the suburbs... They can't find you!" The Air Force's major was loyal, and until now, he still wanted Mussolini to change his mind: "As long as you leave, there is still hope, leader!"

Mussolini did not rush to express his opinion, but directly spoke up and asked an irrelevant question that made the Air Force Major a little confused. This question was a bit strange and very suddenly, which made the Air Force Major stunned after hearing this: "Do you know what I regret the most?"

"No, I don't know." The Air Force Major shook his head and wiped the black stains on his face with his hand. But he himself didn't know, which made his face even more sloppy.

"You really shouldn't know that you were still very young at that time... We once had a stronger ally in Germany." Mussolini seemed to miss his past. He stood up as he spoke, walked to his confidant, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the stains on his face: "That person's name is Adolf Hitler."

He threw the dirty handkerchief on the floor and continued to talk to himself: "This Hitler is the German ally I am optimistic about... Unfortunately, he failed and was defeated by Acardo Rudolph, who had not had such great influence at the time! At that time, I felt that I might have lost a true friend."

Outside the window, German soldiers had already started firing at the building where they were, breaking the window on the first floor. Tanks, under the cover of infantry, had already pointed their cannons at the building. It was possible that the Germans rushed into the building at any time, but the black-shirted soldiers downstairs were still using their flesh and blood to help Mussolini as much as possible to gain some time.

This is not a good time to be nostalgic. The Air Force Major he was carrying was stuck by the window and looked down at the situation on the battlefield. He happened to see some soldiers in the yard being sieve by the aircraft on German tanks and then collapsed on the lawn.

He knew that this was the last chance, so he quickly held Mussolini's arm with his other hand, pulled it out, and said, "Leader, you must leave here! Let's go to the basement and go to the air defense bunker and you will be able to leave this encirclement soon! Believe me, as long as I have a breath, I will protect your safety!"

Mussolini was obviously unwilling to cooperate, but he did not struggle violently. He was used to this involuntary state. Since several days ago, he had been in such an inexplicable state. So the two of them came to the door and opened the door of the office.

Surprisingly, the crazy Navy colonel was blocking there, holding his own match in his hand. Before the Air Force major could react, the madman raised his hand and pierced the Air Force major's head. Blood splattered Mussolini's face, scaring him to fall to the floor, making a dull sound.

"No one can betray ￣Haha" the team is still ours" the team is still ours! Long live the leader!" He waved and screamed loudly in front of the terrified Mussolini. The guards guarding outside the door heard the sound in the room and rushed in to see what happened. Seeing the scene in front of him, they opened fire without saying a word. Before Mussolini could say something, the crazy naval colonel was beaten into a sieve.

Blood squirted Mussolini's face again, and then he was surrounded by a group of black-shirted soldiers. He was not coming back to his senses and asked various questions by a group of people: "Leader, what happened? Isn't he crazy? Why did he drive? We have to leave here, Mr. Leader... Are you leaving here?"

Before Mussolini could answer these questions, the blood-stained Army Colonel ran over from the other side of the stairs. He obviously didn't know what was going on, but he had more important things to report to his leader: "Leader! The big thing is wrong, the German army has already attacked the corridor on the first floor!"

"Our people are almost unable to defend 9 There is a staircase on the other side that can go down. You can leave here after entering the air defense bunker! Leader, follow me!" The Army colonel spoke while reaching out to support Mussolini. At this time, he found the body of the Air Force Major's body beside Mussolini with blood on his face.

He didn't bother to worry about the messy things, so he pulled Mussolini up from the floor, then pulled the other party's arm and took the guards to go down the stairs in a panic. This was not a simple two-story building. For these anxious people, stairs were almost endless torture.

"Are the civilians' clothes ready?" As he went downstairs, the colonel asked his confidant behind him. He had been preparing to leave here, a few sets of clothes that looked inconspicuous, which were a must-have for those who had been preparing to be in the underground air defense bunker a long time ago.

After finally surrounding Mussolini, they came to the first floor. Only then did the black-shirt soldiers realize that this place had become a bloody battlefield. The people around them fell down one after another. After more than a dozen died, the remaining people finally helped Mussolini and entered the stairs leading to the underground air defense bunker.
Chapter completed!