"I am a little tired, and I will leave the rest of the work to you, Your Excellency Prime Minister." The king stood up from the sofa and said indifferently.

It seemed that the scene that just happened was just a trivial thing in the eyes of the monarch. Bardoglio quickly made a flattering look and respectfully bowed to take the order.

They all knew that this was a deal, and they just needed to play their role well at this time. The first step in the plan was just taken, and it was not the time to let them divide their interests.

Mussolini's dictatorial ambitions instead gave these coupons the opportunity. He took in most of the cabinet alone, so he had to detain him alone, and the entire government cabinet would fall into the hands of the coupons. The remaining few irrelevant ministerial positions were either without any threat to the political situation or had been bribed by the coupons.

Bardoglio believes that at this time, only orders need to be issued in the name of the king, and the new cabinet will soon take over all the forces in the hands of the dictator. Bardoglio has a group of partners, such as Luigi Fidelzoni and Giovanni Giuliati, who were once the founders of the fascist regime, and have now fallen out of favor due to some conflicts with Mussolini's philosophy, such as the ambitious Dino Grandi and the cunning Ivano Bonomi. These two have long been dissatisfied with Italy's participation in the war and have always planned to overthrow the leader.

His Excellency the Army Marshal won so many allies, so he felt confident in taking over the Italian regime, because he only needed to arrange corresponding positions for these people in the cabinet according to the conditions agreed upon before, and this new cabinet could be completed immediately.

The coups have even prepared a government notice, waiting for the coup to be completed, and immediately announced the news to all Italian people through radio. The leader of the fascist national party has resigned, and the government will form a new cabinet and negotiate with Germany to end this bloody war. I believe this is what the Italian people most hope for, and I believe that public opinion will definitely stand on the side of the new cabinet at that time.

Of course, it is impossible to deny that there are still a large number of people loyal to Mussolini in China at this time, but by then it has already been done. With the pressure of the Germans on external forces, those people will not be able to make any waves.

To be honest, Badoglio's coup plan was not very exciting, but he fully considered the interests and ideas of all military and political parties at that time. He even cooperated with the German invaders. Even the possible reaction of the German head of state was plotted into the plan. It has to be said that the political skills of the Field Marshal were much stronger than his military capabilities.

But the plan is always a plan, and the reality is not as simple as imagined. The first step of the coup went smoothly, and the arrogant Mussolini surrendered. But at this time, Badoglio, who was in high spirits, would never have thought that the development of the event was rapidly deviating from the scheduled track.

The Palace of Quirinar was once the pope's palace, with very complete facilities. In that era of betrayal and conspiracy, the palace was of course a room for imprisonment was indispensable. Mussolini was dragged by several guards and walked down the ancient stone spiral ladder and arrived at the basement of the palace.

Generally, European palaces have similar basements to store food, wine and weapons, but obviously the previous owners gave this basement other missions, which can be seen at a glance from the neatly arranged prison cells and thick iron doors on both sides.

The Italian royal family has been following the times, with electric lights connected to the dungeons, but iron lantern racks and torch sockets are still retained on the walls, silently telling the dark and dirty history to visitors. I don’t know how many formerly prominent figures were secretly imprisoned here and spent the rest of their lives in these solid cells.

When Mussolini was thrown into the cell, he had no strength to struggle. The two strong men who held him hostage along the way let him eat it several times. He believed that there were cracks on his ribs.

The Italian leader was handed behind his back and his feet were tied with thick ropes by the guards. At this moment, he could only slowly wriggle towards a large green worm on the cold and rough brick floor.

Mussolini still had the sock in her mouth, and I don't know where it came from. At this time, she was completely soaked in saliva. Mussolini felt that she wanted to vomit and it became more and more difficult to breathe. Then he was frightened to find that if he didn't take out the sock, he might be suffocated to death in this cell.

The leader is sad, but the leader doesn't say it's okay, it's a matter of life.

Mussolini tossed and turned for a long time but couldn't stand up. So he could only move to the iron door like a big bug, and knocked the iron door with his head. He hoped that this would attract the attention of the guards outside the door.

Perhaps God really heard Mussolini's prayer. Before the leader's head hit his bag, the lock of the iron door finally rang. After a sound of tooth-sourcing metal friction, the steel door opened outwards, and then a pair of shiny court shoes appeared in front of Mussolini.

"Oh, what happened? How did the great Lord Mussolini look like this?" Mussolini recognized the voice, the Baron Pitro who led him on the way.

"Move the chair in and help him up. Who asked you to tie his feet? Untie the rope quickly." Pitlow ordered the guard, and then Mussolini felt two strong hands lifting him from the ground. One guard cut off the rope from Mussolini's feet with a knife, and the other two dragged him to the middle of the cell and placed it on a thick wooden backrest chair.

"Give me the keys to the handcuffs." Pitlow said to a guard, who respectfully handed the keys to the baron.

"You guys go outside and watch and close the door." The baron ordered.

Several guards looked at each other, then turned around and left the room, and closed the iron door casually.

"Okay, now there are only two of you and me here, Mr. Mussolini." Pitroti signaled Mussolini to stand up, and the dictator did as he did.

"Switch around and I'll help you open the handcuffs." The Baron stretched out his finger and scratched the circle.

"I don't know which one it is, we can try it from the smallest one? It seems that you are lucky."

Pitro opened Mussolini's handcuffs. The first thing the leader did was to take out the sock from his mouth, then bent down and began to cough violently and retching. Baron Pitroni looked calm and looked at the former Prime Minister's tearful tears in front of him with his hands behind his back. When Mussolini recovered a little, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.

"Thank you." Mussolini took the handkerchief and wiped his face.

The guards were thoroughly searching, and they took away the two pistols he carried with him, and also his watch and purse, as well as the handkerchief that Betassi gave him.

"Sit down in a simple way, Mr. Mussolini, I want to talk to you about something." Pitro opens his hands gracefully and motions Mussolini to sit down.

"What else can I talk about? What else does Emmanuele III want to get from me? He has already obtained everything he wants, right? Sooner or later, this foolish monarch will regret what is happening today. He even colluded with the conspirators to murder his most loyal subject, the Prime Minister of Italy, and the leader of the fascist party.

The conspiracy you have always been revealed, and then all the Italian people will despise you. History will prove that only I, Mussolini, can save Italy. You have ruined the last chance of this country. Italy is over, and you are too."

Mussolini complained loudly in the underground cell of the Quirinar Palace with anger on his face.

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Let's go for dinner first, there's a second chapter later.
Chapter completed!