On Monday, October 28, the weather in Rome was very good that day, with clear sky and sunshine. Even though the clouds of war were covering the land of Italy, it still could not stop the Roman citizens from sunbathing on the balcony and roofs of their apartments.

This was severely banned in the past. The fascist national party extremely hated such bad habits. Italians should be noble, self-esteem and hardworking nations. Loving labor is their nature. As for whether you believe it or not, Mussolini believes it.

Many factory enterprises in Rome have stopped working. In addition to the shortage of energy and raw materials, many of their workers have been recruited into the army. Among these people are retired veterans, as well as young Italians who have never been exposed to weapons. They received a brand new Italian uniform and a backpack with daily necessities at the prescribed assembly site, and were then stuffed into a tank truck heading to Florence. The officers escorted the car claimed that they would obtain weapons after they arrived at their destination and received regular military training there. Retired veterans would also be given temporary rank of non-commissioned officers.

The weapons, ammunition and various military supplies that were previously reserved in the capital area were swept away during the reorganization, which led to the plan of Mussolini's formation of the Roman National Self-Defense Forces being stranded. He could not allow the remaining fascist national party members in the city to fight against the German army with their ancestral spears and swords.

Mussolini was a little worried about the emptiness of the city of Rome. He ordered an emergency dispatch of a batch of supplies and weapons from the southern provinces. However, the local officials used various reasons to make excuses and delay. Even if Mussolini was slow at this time, he could see that the bastards were not ready to execute this order at all.

At this time, regardless of whether this new era Caesar was willing to admit it or not, he had already planned to surrender to the blonde boy. The fascist systems of Germany and Italy were from generation to generation. Italy and Germany were once the closest allies, and they should not overturn the trust and friendship that had been established over the years because of some small conflicts.

Mussolini knew that the rift between the two countries had already occurred, but in his opinion there was still a lot of room for relief, but the Italians and the Germans had shed blood for it. It was obviously unlikely that they could only rely on some empty words to alleviate the conflict. Therefore, Italy must come up with some practical benefits to let the German head understand his wishes.

Italian dictators believe that Italy can still become a reliable ally of Germany. As long as the head of state is not an idiot, they should know which one is more in line with the interests of the Third Reich.

"You set out today to meet the German head of state in Berlin and tell him that I am willing to negotiate with him, and that we need to stop this meaningless war immediately." Mussolini sat behind his delicate desk, holding his shaved forehead with both hands.

During this period, he was under too much mental stress, insomnia and severe stomach problems kept tormenting the leader. His face was dark and his skin was dry, and there were obvious dark circles under his bags.

The battle situation on the front line was becoming increasingly unfavorable to Italy. The French were advancing rapidly along the coastline. A British destroyer suddenly appeared outside Naples and shelled the weather station on Ischia Island. Bardoglio judged that the enemy might land in the Bay of Naples. The enemy's intention was to cross the southern coastal defense line and cut off the connection between the upper and lower Sicily from the flanks. So the commander once again drew two infantry divisions and a black-shirt division from the central mountains, and also transferred the last batch of heavy weapons from the strategic reserve warehouse. These troops were transported to Naples by railway to build the outer defense of the famous Italian city.

At this moment, anyone with a sound intelligence can see that Italy cannot win the final victory in this war with Germany, France and Britain. If it were not for the tenacious will to support the dictator, it would have been mentally broken if an ordinary person sat in this position.

Mussolini is not such a person who is easily defeated. He now has sufficient confidence in a separate peace agreement between Germany and Italy. He believes that as long as the head of state is willing to end the war, France and Britain will also obey that man's orders. Just like fifteen years ago, he will save the Kingdom of Italy from the crisis again, not because of anything else, but because he is Benito Mussolini.

"Berlin's previous request" Ziano looked at his father-in-law hesitantly.

"Apart from forcing me to resign, everyone else can agree to them. Temporary concessions are necessary. The war has only been going on for eight days so far. We have lost one-third of the troops. The Italians have already shed enough blood. Go to see Stey and tell him that he won. I am willing to obey his will. Italy will join his new European order." Mussolini is not a fool. He can see the moisture in the report of the commander. The defense line did not block the German attack, but the Germans stopped moving forward.

The battle has been defeated, and it depends on how to achieve a decent ending. Mussolini is confident that under the guidance of his "full political experience and wisdom", the German head of state will make the right choices, and the key to achieving this task is the Ziano in front of him.

"I have a handwritten letter here. You have to hand it over to him in person. I believe that after reading this letter, he will feel my kindness and sincerity. Italy can become a firm ally with Germany again. He should know that Germany needs Italy, just as Italy needs me." Mussolini rubbed his eyes, opened the folder in front of him, took out an envelope that had been prepared and handed it to the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"I will hand it over to Steed in person, hoping that things will develop as you predicted. I spoke to Ribbintrov on the phone, and according to him, the head of state was not very determined to overthrow Italy's current political situation, and he seemed to have other plans."

"I can imagine how proud Steed is now. The uncrowned king of Europe has established the most powerful alliance in the world. Of course, he has the strength to be dissatisfied with Italy. I admit that I am a little too arrogant on this issue. I will learn this lesson." Mussolini stepped up with a handful of tabletops.

"Ziano, the future of Italy is in your hands now. Try to convince the head of state that even if the beggar is bent, it doesn't matter. As long as he agrees to stop the war, you have to tell him that as long as I continue to serve as the Italian Prime Minister, he can get everything he wants." Mussolini walked around the desk, grabbed Ziano's shoulder with both hands, and said with a serious expression.

"I will. For you and the Kingdom of Italy, I swear to do my best to complete this mission." Ziano's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded respectfully and replied. At this time, an adjutant walked to the office door and knocked on the open door.

"His Excellency Prime Minister, General Badoglio requested to see you."

"Badolio? Why didn't he call in advance?" Mussolini was a little confused.

"You set out today. We don't have much time left. We must meet Steed before the Germans break through the Apennines. No matter what method you use, you must complete your mission, I believe in you, treat you as your biological son, and don't let my trust down, Galeázzo." The dictator looked at his son-in-law and said earnestly.

"As for the order, Prime Minister." Ziano took a step back and saluted Mussolini.

"Let's go and go out through the side door." Mussolini raised his hand and returned the greeting.

"Please come up, is he alone?" The Italian Prime Minister looked at his son-in-law leaving, then turned to face the adjutant at the door.

"No, there is also the chief guard of His Majesty the King." The staff officer replied respectfully.

"I understand, please come up."

Mosulini pulled the hem of her uniform, tied the necklace in front of the dressing mirror at the corner of the house, and then put his hands behind him, waiting for the arrival of the Chief of Staff of the Commander-in-Chief.

ps: The subscription scores are ugly, so I started to insist on not reading them because they would hurt my enthusiasm for writing. (To be continued.)
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