A terrible air raid siren sounded over the city of Rome, and at this moment, whether hand-cranked or electrically driven, the sirens of the whole city were activated, signaling citizens to evacuate.

The melee in the city continued, and the two sides of the battle were exhausted at the moment, consuming a lot of ammunition and blood, but the two sides were evenly matched. The fighting was fought at close range, resulting in heavy casualties, and both sides did not like to keep prisoners very much, and the fighting was more brutal than the commanders expected.

Gendarmerie and gendarmerie, gendarmerie and rebels, rebels and police, police and police, police and gendarmerie, Piazza Venezia and the Altar of the Fatherland have become a pot of chowder.

With the continuous addition of support from both sides, both sides wore similar uniforms, and it became extremely difficult to distinguish friend and foe on the battlefield, and many of the dead were killed by friendly fire.

The officers and men of both factions had already fought a real fire, and the officers and soldiers had completely forgotten the original purpose of the battle, and only thought about killing the mongrels on the opposite side and avenging their comrades.

Mussolini's supporters were not as many as the coups had imagined, and a large number of retired veterans had already been recruited from the conscription in Rome, who were Mussolini's most hardcore supporters, willing to fight for their leaders and ideals. Most of those who are now fighting with the gendarmerie are active soldiers who are stranded in the capital, and who should theoretically have returned to their units a long time ago, but who have remained in Rome for various reasons, many of whom do not want to go to war with the Germans, but who are undoubtedly all supporters of the fascist National Party.

This party is not monolithic, there are many high-ranking officials in the fascist party in the coup d'état, but the grassroots party members do not have so many complicated ideas, they only know that Mussolini is their leader, and now they are murdered by the traitorous group, and what they are doing now is to save their leader, and they are also saving Italy from those shameless traitors.

Admittedly, these people were more faithful than the coupers, and this is clearly contrasted in the performance of both sides in the fighting. But at this time, both sides of the battle have been consumed to the bottom line, both manpower and materials have been consumed, even if the belief is still firm, can not resist physical and mental fatigue, for the German soldiers is a very ordinary street battle, but for the Italian soldiers, it is a high-intensity confrontation that has never been experienced.

The battle was able to go this far, and both sides had indeed done their best, and it was a good thing that these people were not equipped with heavy firepower, otherwise this area in the heart of Italy would probably be razed to the ground by the red-eyed warriors.

The sudden sound of air raid sirens turned into a signal for a halt in the fighting, and both sides invariably stopped preparing for the next round of attacks, and the soldiers could finally crouch behind rudimentary bunkers and take a sip of water to catch their breath.

"Major, the command has an urgent order, General Galliani ordered us to retreat immediately, the Germans have already entered the city." A motorcycle herald gave a military salute and pulled a written order from the paper bag on his chest.

"The Germans are in town?!" The gendarmerie major took the paper in surprise.

"Sorry, I don't know very well, I'm going to the next position to deliver orders, good luck, sir." The herald saluted again, then twisted the throttle, and the gray-painted Piaggio roared away.

"Is this a joke? My people are in front, let's pull down now. The gendarmerie major handed the order to the deputy battalion commander beside him, took off the two-cornered cap on his head and threw it on the front cover of the car.

"It's okay with the soldiers, but what about the wounded, there are no more spare vehicles, and they can't be left to those mongrels." The deputy battalion commander said anxiously.

"And the Germans, God knows where they came from, could it be that the line of defense to the east has already been broken through? It won't be so fast, yesterday's battle report also said that the defense line is stable. ”

"What now?" The deputy company commander asked.

"The order told us to retreat to the airfield, we can only obey."

"There's not even a plane there, what are we going to do there?"

"If only I could understand, I'd be a general. Leave two squads to cover, withdraw the troops first, leave all the vehicles to the wounded, and the others run with the vehicles. The major scratched his head and gave the order reluctantly.

"An advance party has entered Rome?!" Sixmund. Feng. Major General Foster jumped out of his Mercedes SUV and removed from the combat staff von Murphy. Captain Bonin snatched the telegram from his hand.

"What does the army command say, is General Quchelel indifferent to this?" The commander of the 26th Infantry Division of the German Army angrily crumpled the telegram.

"This involves inter-service issues, and the commander may have some concerns." Feng. Major Koch prompted from the sidelines.

"You can't take this matter to the Führer, and don't forget that they are also members of the Wehrmacht, and their success is the honor of the entire Greater German Reich." Speaking was Colonel Manger, a former SS field commander and a hardcore Nazi member, who this time brought a regiment directly from Berlin to take charge of security operations in the occupied areas.

"You're absolutely right, Colonel, I'm a little too excited." The Major General readily admitted his mistake and began to worry that Manger would report to his sinister superior.

Now there are a number of staff officers in the army who are both SS and Army, and they have taken the place of the obnoxious National Socialist Inspectors and have taken on the task of monitoring and regulating the thinking within the army, and they are a bit like the political commissars in the east, but they do not have the same power as the other side.

During the war, it was not a bad thing to control the minds of the soldiers, and both generals and marshals raised their hands in favor of it. The reason why they had previously felt disgusted with ideological guides was that although these people were military officers, they were under the orders of Martin Balman, the head of the Prime Minister's Office, and they were accustomed to chasing after the wind and shadows and indiscriminately biting when handling cases, and in the long run, this would certainly have a considerable impact on the morale of the troops.

Now these officers are all selected and appointed by the High Command, and they are directly responsible to the High Command, monitor the minds of soldiers and officers in peacetime, and resolutely obey the orders of the superior officers in battle.

"The 2nd Battalion of the 77th Regiment is following the 21st Panzer Regiment, and they have now reached the outskirts of the city of Rome, less than ten kilometers from the city center." Captain Boning reminded him that the Army was not too far behind.

"Order the 77th Regiment to speed up and connect me to the headquarters of the 21st Armored Regiment, we need their full cooperation." Major General Foster commanded with the Signal Corps.

"I'm sure Colonel Godin knows what to do." Feng. Koch chimed in.

"Godin must have blown up." The division commander glanced at the SS colonel out of the corner of his eye, then unfolded the crumpled telegram in his hand, smoothed it out, folded it and stuffed it into his breast pocket.

"Those guys from the Air Force and Navy stole the honor that belonged to us." Lieutenant Sparrow slammed the armor plate hard.

"Lieutenant Colonel Deriel, commander of the 1st Battalion of the 77th Regiment, has asked to speak to you." Sergeant Rem reported with his headphones covered.

"Looks like they've been notified too, so take it." The commander rubbed his wrist, then straightened the headphones on his head.

"Bison, this is the blacksmith, can you hear me?" A man's voice came from the headphones.

"This is a bison, hear me clearly, blacksmith, please."

"You've received orders from your superiors, you're done."

"Yes, I've been notified by my superiors, it's over."

"Now I have a plan to save our honor as much as possible, and I need your cooperation, over."

"Our superiors have ordered us to obey your commands, over." Sparou leaned against the wall of the tower and turned his face to look at the rear team.

"Very well, my plan is simple, break straight into the center of Rome and occupy the Palazzo Venezia... I expect to encounter fierce resistance, so I need the cover of armored troops. ”

"The second company is at your command, over." Sparrow replied loudly.

"Good, keep the connection open, Bison."

"The buffalo obey, done." Sparrow turned his face and sat back in the turret, letting out a long breath.

"It's okay, the occupation of the Italian Prime Minister's Office is also a good topic." The company commander said to the gunner.

"Sounds great, doesn't it." The driver said excitedly.

"There may be a blockade from the Italian Army, we don't know the city, and the street fighting is somewhat unfavorable to us." Sergeant Rem said.

"With the cooperation of the infantry of the 77th Regiment, the battle will go smoothly, and if we get into a predicament, we can also throw Rem over, he doesn't keep saying that he can defeat a dozen Italians by himself," Lieutenant Sparou laughed and joked about his subordinates.

PS: Thank you for your understanding.,The first chapter is sent today.,After eating, the second chapter will be continued.,It may be a little later.,Please wait.。 (To be continued.) )