A shrill anti-aircraft alarm sounded over the city of Rome. At this moment, whether it was hand-cranked or electric-powered, the alarms in the city were activated, sending a signal of emergency shelter to the citizens.

The melee in the city continued, and the two sides were exhausted at this moment, consuming a lot of ammunition and blood, but the two sides fought evenly. The battle was mostly carried out at a very close distance, resulting in serious casualties. Both sides did not like to keep prisoners very much, and the tragic level of the battle exceeded the expectations of the commanders.

The military police and military police, military police and chaos, military police and police, police and police, police and military police, and the surroundings of Piazza Venice and the altar of the motherland have been stewed into a pot of stewed and chowder soup.

With the continuous joining of support from both sides, both sides wore similar uniforms, and it became extremely difficult to identify the enemy and us on the battlefield. Many of the dead died of accidental injuries from friendly firepower.

Both factions of troops had already made real fire. The officers and soldiers completely forgot the original intention of the battle. They only thought about killing the opponent's bastards and avenging their comrades.

Mussolini's supporters were not as many as the coups had imagined. A large number of retired veterans had been recruited from the conscription launched in Rome. Those were Mussolini's most hard-core supporters who were willing to fight against powerful enemies for their leaders and ideals. Most of the people fighting with the military police are active soldiers stranded in the capital. In theory, these people should have returned to their troops, but they remained in the city of Rome for various reasons. Many people did not want to fight with the Germans, but they were undoubtedly all fans of the fascist national party.

This party is not a monolithic. There are many senior officials in the coup, but the grassroots party members do not have so many complicated ideas. They only know that Mussolini is their leader and is now murdered by the treason group. What they are doing now is to save their leaders and save Italy from those shameless traitors.

It must be admitted that these people have more faith than the coup, which can be clearly compared in the performance of both sides in the battle. However, at this time, both sides of the battle had consumed their manpower and materials to the bottom line. Even if their beliefs were still firm, they could not resist physical and mental fatigue. It was very ordinary street fighting for German soldiers, but for Italian soldiers, it was a high-intensity confrontation that had never been experienced before.

The battle can reach this point, both sides have done their best. We should be glad that these people are not equipped with heavy firepower, otherwise this core area of ​​Italy may be razed to the ground by the killer-eyed warriors.

The sudden air raid alarm turned into a signal of combat suspension. Both sides stopped preparing for the next round of attacks at the same time. The soldiers could finally squat behind the simple cover, take a sip of water and take a breath.

"Major, the headquarters urgently ordered that General Galliani ordered us to retreat immediately, and the Germans had entered the city." A motorbike messenger saluted and then pulled out a written order from the file bag on his chest.

"The Germans entered the city?" The major military police took the paper in surprise.

"Sorry, I'm not very clear. I'm going to the next position to pass the order. Good luck, sir." The messenger saluted again, then turned the accelerator, and the gray painted Piaggio motorbike roared and left.

"Is this a joke? My people are in front of me, how can we remove them now?" The major military police handed the order to the deputy battalion commander beside him, took off the two corner hats on his head and threw them hard on the front of the car.

"It doesn't matter to the soldiers, but what should the wounded do? There are no spare vehicles anymore, so you can't leave them to those bastards." The deputy battalion commander said anxiously.

"There are also Germans. God knows where they came from. Has the defense line in the east been broken? That won't be so fast. Yesterday's battle report said that the defense line was very stable."

"What should I do now?" the deputy company commander asked.

"The orders made us retreat to the airport, and we could only obey."

"There is no more airplanes there, what are we doing there?"

"If I can understand, I will be a general. Leave two squads to cover it, and remove the troops first, leave all the vehicles to the wounded, and everyone else will run along with the vehicles." The major scratched his head and gave the order helplessly.

"A advance team has entered Rome?!" Major General Sixmond von Foster jumped off his Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle and grabbed the telegram from the combat staff Captain Von Boning.

"What does the Army Command say? Is General Qusirel indifferent to this?" The commander of the 26th Infantry Division of the German Army angrily kneaded the telegram into a ball.

"This involves issues between the services, and the commander may have some concerns." Major Von Koch reminded.

"You can't make this happen to the head of state. Don't forget that they are also members of the National Wehrmacht, and their success is also the honor of the entire Great German Empire." The speaker was Colonel Manger, who served as the SS field commander and a hardcore Nazi party member. This time he brought a regiment directly from Berlin to be responsible for the security operations of the occupied areas.

"You are very right, Colonel, I'm a little too excited." The major general admitted his mistake readily and began to worry that Manger would report to his sinister superior.

Now there are some staff officers in the army who have both the SS and the Army. They have replaced the annoying national socialist supervisors and assumed the task of monitoring and regulating the internal thoughts of the army. They say it is a bit like the political commissar in the east, but they do not have the same power as the other party.

During the war, controlling the thoughts of soldiers was not a bad thing, and the generals and marshals both agreed with this. The reason why they had disgusted with the thought guides before was that although these people were officers, they obeyed Martin Bowerman, the chief of the Prime Minister's Office, and were accustomed to catching wind and catching shadows when handling cases. In the long run, this would definitely have a significant impact on the morale of the troops.

Now all these officers are selected and appointed by the command center. They are directly responsible to the command center, monitor the thoughts of soldiers and officers in normal times, and firmly obey the orders of superior officers during combat.

"The Second Battalion of the 77th Regiment is following the operation of the 21st Armored Regiment. They have now reached the outskirts of the city, less than ten kilometers from the city center." Captain Boning reminded him, indicating that the army was not too far behind.

"Order the 77th Regiment to accelerate and connect me with the 21st Armored Regiment headquarters. We need their full cooperation." Major General Foster pointed at the communications force and ordered it.

"I believe Colonel Godin knows what to do." Von Koch echoed.

"Goding must be furious." The Major General glanced at the SS Colonel with the corner of his eyes, then spread the telegram in his hand and smoothed it out, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket on his chest.

"Those guys from the Air Force and Navy stole our honor." Lieutenant Sparu punched the armor plate hard.

"Ltd. Col. Dreil, the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 77th Regiment, asked to speak with you." Sergeant Reim covered his headphones and reported.

"It seems they have been notified, please take it." The captain rubbed his wrist and then straightened the headphones on his head.

"Bison, this is a blacksmith, can you hear it clearly?" A man's voice came from his headphones.

"This is a bison, I heard it very clearly. Please speak in the blacksmith."

"You have received the order from your superiors, it's over."

"Yes, I have received a notice from my superiors, and it's finished."

"Now I have a plan to win back our honor as much as possible. I need your cooperation and it will be completed."

"The superior has ordered us to obey your command, it's over." Sparu held the command tower wall and turned his face to look at the back team.

"Very good, my plan is very simple. I will directly break into the center of Rome and occupy the Palace of Venice. I guess I may encounter fierce resistance, so I need the cover of the armored troops."

"The Second Company follows your command and it's over." Sparu replied loudly.

"Good, keep the contact open, bison."

"Bison obeys the order, it's over." Spalu turned his face and sat back into the turret, breathing a long sigh.

"Okay, occupying the Italian Prime Minister's Office is also a good topic." The company commander said to the gunner.

"It sounds really great, doesn't it?" the driver said excitedly.

"We may encounter a blockade from the Italian Army. We don't understand the city, and street fighting is a bit unfavorable for us." Sergeant Rem said.

"With the cooperation of the infantry of the 77th Regiment, the battle will go smoothly. If we get into a dilemma, we can also throw Rem over. He didn't keep saying that he could defeat a dozen Italians with just one." Lieutenant Sparu smiled and made fun of his subordinates.

ps: Thank you for your understanding. Today's first chapter is delivered. I will continue to code the second chapter after dinner. It may be a little later. Please wait. (To be continued.)
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