Mussolini told a wonderful story in which the chief of staff of the commander-in-chief transformed into a hero with both wisdom and courage.

When Marshal Bardoglio was approached by traitors and tried to bribe him with the throne of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, he immediately expressed his firm opposition to this treason, and when the other party tried to hold him hostage with force and forced him to submit, he launched a wonderful battle of wits and courage with the conspirators.

The marshal cleverly convinced the other party that he was willing to stand on the side of the coup, and at the same time he worked hard to collect evidence of treason from the cabal and found a way to convey all this to the German military, and established a bridge of contact with the German government in time.

The Marshal's successful turnaround allowed Mussolini to smash the coup in a very short time, reducing the losses that the country and the people may have caused due to political turmoil. Therefore, Marshal Badorgolio made outstanding contributions to the kingdom and the Italian nation in this incident.

After the coup was crushed, Marshal Bardoglio bravely stood up and personally directed the troops loyal to the Prime Minister, arrested the rebels, and provided the most critical testimony for the crimes committed by these people.

Just two hours before the speech, Marshal Bardoglio issued an order to execute members of the rebel group, using the traitor's heads to prove his incomparable loyalty to the Kingdom of Italy and Prime Minister Mussolini.

So in order to commend all this outstanding veteran who did for this country, Mussolini announced at the venue that he had issued the promotion order of Marshal Bardoglio, and that he would become the second highest Italian imperial marshal in the history of the Italian Kingdom, and the first to hold this glorious rank was of course Prime Minister Mussolini himself.

Then there was a tide of cheers on the scene, and people shouted Badorio's name and congratulated the newly released Supreme Marshal of the Empire.

At the call of Mussolini, Bardoglio walked up to the podium with a expressionless face. He shook hands with the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, hugged, kissed each other on the cheeks. Then, amid the sound of praise, Mussolini personally hung an Italian crown medal on his chest.

The Supreme Imperial Marshal of Italy was randomly fiddled with by the Prime Minister like a clay sculpture. Although he had a stiff smile on his face, he could no longer see his soul from his eyes.

Bardoglio was completely subdued by Mussolini. He lost everything he had once been proud of, lost the dignity of a warrior, succumbed to violence and tyranny, lost the integrity of a soldier, shamelessly framed his colleagues, and used the blood of those loyal and trusted subordinates and close friends to exchange for his own power and glory.

What a shameful thing this is. Bardoglio, who once regarded honor as life, regretted that he did not die on the day of the coup. He was willing to fight the enemy with real guns and ammunition. The French, British, Yugoslavs, Greeks, Romanians, and any one can do, at least he can die on the battlefield with dignity, which is better than becoming a puppet that can be manipulated by others.

But he had already boarded the pirate ship, with blood from his companions stained with his hands. Even if he wanted to turn back, it would be no longer possible.

Mussolini's enemies, including the families of these people, now regard him as the most despicable traitor, because all the warrants were signed and the testimony he provided during the trial, countless innocent people were sent to the execution ground in his name.

And in Mussolini's confidant, there was no such marshal. After this incident, he was destined to never gain the trust of the prime minister again in his life.

Bardoglio could foresee that in the days to come, he would be just a cover, a weapon, a puppet-like existence, and would be abandoned like garbage when he lost his value, just like the Marshal De Bono who was very owed.

But Bardoglio had to grit his teeth and endure it. For the safety of him and his family, the Field Marshal could only choose to compromise with the demons. Mussolini is not a good man and a woman. In order to achieve his goals, the Italian Prime Minister could become extremely cruel. This is a fact that Bardoglio has witnessed himself. The execution of hundreds or thousands of people is just a string of numbers in the eyes of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

The mafia on Sicily have experienced such pains, and such a dynamic social group was driven out of Italy.

Bardoglio thought it was impossible to be more powerful than the Mafia. Although he was a Field Marshal, the number of people who could truly obey his command unconditionally may be less than a hundred people.

When the marshal changed into a brand new epaulette, the event was coming to an end. Mussolini still made a lot of promises to the people and promised that society would soon return to peace. He had signed a series of agreements with Germany, and Italy would usher in a long era of peace. As long as Mussolini was the prime minister of the kingdom, everyone's life would gradually get better.

So the speech was successfully concluded with the singing of the Italian national anthem by all the people.

Mussolini and Bardogrio joined hands to board his Fiat 2800 convertible, guided by two trailing motorcycles, they walked through the cheering enthusiastic crowds in the middle of the tunnel, and slowly drove towards the road surrounding the square.

In order to show how popular he is in the news movie, Mussolini deliberately narrowed the scope of alert on both sides so that citizens could see their leader at a very close distance. This is his specialty. Mussolini knew very well how to win the favor of the Italians.

But today's situation is a little different, and when the convertible passes by a group of nuns in black burqa, an accident suddenly happens.

A nun standing in front of the crowd lifted the short cloak under the guard's nose, and then threw the grenade in his hand hard towards Mussolini's car.

"Go to die, demon!" At the same time, another nun beside her shouted loudly. Under her short cloak was a Bereta M38 submachine gun.

The woman who looked pretty, holding the automatic weapon, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and suddenly the crisp and dense gunfire began to echo over the square.

Mussolini's guards were caught off guard, and they did not notice these nuns at all. This is Rome, and the Vatican is across the river. Every day, all kinds of church members who go to pilgrimage are indispensable. Among them, there are many Mussolini's fans, because the Pope personally praised the Prime Minister and called him a saint blessed by God.

In about five or six seconds of the attack, no guard could react. Everyone was shocked by what was happening in front of him, and the guard who was closer was now in a dense rain of bullets.

The murderer was less than four meters away from Mussolini's car at that time, and there was no obstacle in the middle, so the grenade was accurately thrown into the car. Everyone present who witnessed this scene thought Mussolini was definitely over and no one could survive the explosion of the grenade.

But six seconds passed, ten seconds passed, until the female submachine gunman shot out all the thirty bullets in the gun and replaced it with a second magazine, the grenade still did not explode.

"I found out later that it was an Italian-made Alto m35 grenade. The insurance piece was pulled out, but because the distance was too close and the thrower was not strong enough, the insurance cap could not be shaken off the body, and the safety tether was only half pulled out, so the fuse could not be freed from the insurance." Weirle explained to Xu Jun.

This is an old problem with Italian grenades, but it can also be regarded as their advantage. Because of this special insurance agency, Italian grenades will never explode in the hands of users. They are especially suitable for those inexperienced novices and can effectively prevent them from accidentally blowing themselves into the sky in a hurry.

"What happened next?" Xu Jun nodded and understood, then owed to the ashtray and dusted off the cigar.

Mussolini was frightened. After seeing clearly what was falling on his knee, he immediately wanted to throw the thing out of the car. However, he did not expect that Bardoglio, who was sitting next to him, thought so. The Field Marshal reacted quickly, but the hands of the two people collided, and the grenade rolled onto the floor of the car.

When Badouglio talked about it later, he still looked lingering in fear. At that time, he thought he was dead. The Italian grenade was equipped with a blasting fuse. When it hits a hard object, it would detonate the bomb.

At this time, they could not stand up. The woman holding a submachine gun was still firing wildly at the convertible. The driver was hit on the head by a stray bullet, and his brain and blood splattered onto the marshal.

The woman who threw the grenade also took out a pistol from her clothes. She shot and approached the convertible.

Mussolini's guards finally reacted at this time. The guards were furious and shot at the two assassins with pistols and rifles. Finally, their usual training was not in vain. The two women were almost shot to the ground by dense bullets at the same time.

The woman holding a submachine gun was taken seriously and got at least seven bullets on her body, and she was cut off on the spot. The other woman was shot in her arms and thighs, and she struggled to continue shooting at the convertible until the guards subdued her.

At this time, the entire square was in chaos, and there were figures running around everywhere. Some black-shirt soldiers came up from all over the place, trying to protect their leaders, and some reporters who were not afraid of death, holding cameras and recording the scene wildly. This is the front-page material that can sensation the world. If you put it down abroad, you will definitely be sold at a good price.

"Don't panic! I'm fine! I'm fine!" Mussolini shouted loudly, and he stood up in the back seat of the convertible, holding the dumb grenade in his hand.

The Italian Prime Minister seemed to want to show his courage in front of everyone. He had been assassinated many times in his life and could successfully escape every time. This was considered by him as God's preference for him and a proof of his destiny.

But this time, he eventually lost his life because of this reckless action.

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