On the 200-kilometre-long front in the Alps, five French divisions, spearheaded by Belente's troops, and 32 divisions of the Italian army were fighting each other. The Italian army formed a five-way straight-line attack formation, deeply penetrated into the French defensive position, and constantly broke through its depth.

Ostensibly, they attacked the French line in groups, and with each step forward, the French position would be cut as if it had been cut by a knife. They encroached on the positions of the French army step by step, in a vain attempt to use the method of encroachment step by step to slowly wear down the vitality of the French army, and used the superiority of troops to eat away at the French army.

The Italian commander was General Gambara, who had a 32-5 superiority in his forces, and he didn't think much about tactics.

The Italian "famous general" who won the Spanish intervention war said to the soldiers: "I have never fought such a rich battle as 32 to 5 in my life, so if you let it go, every division and regiment will be the main attacker, and I will be responsible for losing!" ”

With the general's words, the soldiers were all happy and rushed to the French position one by one.

However, the doom was still to come, and with the attack of the whole army, the entire rear of the Italian army was no longer the slightest defense, and if the enemy interspersed it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It happened to be left behind the loser of the Italian 21st Army, which was the weakest combat unit in the Italian army, in fact, the entire Italian army under Mussolini had little combat effectiveness, and the combat effectiveness of this division can only be said to be rubbish in the garbage.

"General!" Behind him came the sound of the guards reporting it. Gambala looked back and saw that the French had come from nowhere behind the Italian army and copied their back path.

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"In the last world war, we mistakenly joined the camp of the British and the French. But in the end, the shameless betrayal of Britain and France caused heavy losses to the powerful Italian army. ”

Italy, Rome, on the balcony of the Venetian Palace. Italian Prime Minister Benito Mussolini began his carefully prepared victory speech.

"In that war, the great Italy sacrificed a lot, but it got too little." Mussolini was a little funny, but he thought he was domineering, pouting and raising his arms.

"But! Under the leadership of this leader, all sectors of the Italian community have worked hard to make the country stronger. Finally, our national strength has been restored, and we are stronger than ever! ”

"Now the time of reckoning has come, and the great Italian army is fighting against the evil French barbarians, once again embarking on the great journey of Caesar's conquest of Gaul!"

"We will advance together with the German and Germanic peoples and their invincible armies."

Mussolini borrowed a bit of a force. Although he did not like to praise Germany, at the moment in order to boost morale, he had to say that the German army was invincible, although it was true.

However, if the allies win, Italy in the same camp will also win.

Mussolini's proverb after coming to power said, "Reinhardt's victory is our victory." ”

Finally, Mussolini excitedly shouted: "Victory belongs to great Italy and to the great Italian people!" ”

"Victory! Victory! Victory ......." Mussolini stepped down from the balcony of the Palazzo Venezia.

As he walked back, he quipped to Ziano, who had come up to greet him: "You see, with my encouragement, the people of Italy are finally beginning to have courage." In order to create great people, I have to send them to the battlefield even if I kick my ass, isn't that what I should do? ”

"Yes, that's right!" Ziano also echoed with a smile on his face: "Under the supervision of the leader, our army has finally launched a large-scale general offensive this morning, and it is estimated that there should be results now." ”

"Hehe," Mussolini, who had already begun to revel in his sweet dreams, nodded and smiled, "It seems that I am about to dominate France like the Italian hero Napoleon." ”

"Ahem." A vice admiral who was quite close to Mussolini couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to cough twice to hide his speechlessness.

After thinking about it, the lieutenant general decided to remind the Prime Minister: "But the leader ..... Napoleon, it's French. ”

Even if it was his own cronies, even if the other party was kind enough to remind him, Mussolini still felt that he had lost face, and he was unhappy and forcefully said: "Corsica will soon belong to Italy, and of course Napoleon will also belong to Italy!" (Napoleon was born in Corsica, France)

Immediately afterwards, Mussolini wanted to say something, but a secretary who stumbled over interrupted him: "Leader, the battle report is here!" ”

Hearing the news from the front, Mussolini looked at the secretary and smiled happily: "Speak slowly, say slowly, whether those French are all dead or all surrendered." ”

"Report, our army's 4-way offensive failed, the 1st Division of the Blackshirt Army lost more than half, and 7 divisions of the army suffered heavy casualties and lost their combat capability......" The secretary did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly reported.

After listening, Mussolini, who did not react, laughed: "I just said, the great Italian army must ....... Wait a minute! What did you just say?!"

Then Mussolini rushed to the secretary at a speed completely out of match his stature and snatched the telegram.

This time, Mussolini saw it clearly and summed it up in one word, defeat!

The 32 main Italian divisions were pushed all the way by the French 5 divisions, losing their armor and removing their armor, and more than a thousand of them surrendered to the French army!

The air froze suddenly......

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"Are you sure that Marshal Pétain has announced that he is surrendering to Germany?!"

Lieutenant General Belante, who had just defeated the Italian army with a perfect counterattack and was clearing the battlefield and counting the prisoners, was clearly surprised that his teacher had made this decision.

"It is impossible for the marshal not to know what damage his reputation will be caused by doing so!" Belante looked at the staff officer who had reported to him, and said in disbelief: "He didn't have to do this! ”

"But Marshal Pétain decided so." At this time, Berente's adjutant stepped forward and comforted the commander of the army and said: "For France, the choice of the marshal is not wrong. ”

"But what about my teacher himself?!" Belante, who has always been strong, said in a somewhat hoarse voice at this moment: "It's not fair to him!" ”

The hero of a nation, but he wants to bring the country to surrender. What could be more painful than that.

In a trance, Belente seemed to see the teacher who had just been promoted to the marshal of France 20 years ago and was making a promotion speech in high spirits.

“…... I, Henri Philippe Pétain, dedicate my life, my soul, my whole to France. With all his zeal, in the service of the French military. ”

He was smiling amid the loud cheers.