With a "pop", a pile of colorful leaflets fell on the table, followed by the trademark roar of the Roman police chief Glandini: "Damn, who did this?" Check it out for me! Check it out! ”

"Yes! Be! The phone hung up in a hurry, and the angry Glandini glanced at the leaflets, tore them all to pieces, and said to himself: "What a bold man, how dare you make trouble right under my nose!" ”

Rome has never been a place of peace, and after the signing of the Treaty of Versailles, the disappointed Italian delegation was met with popular protests, but for the first time, the streets were filled with leaflets and slogans of the "Young Italian Alliance", and the students were all engaged in these secret tasks without any intention of attending classes – of course, only a small number of people who were determined to meet the fascists, most of them were young students who had been instigated, and some were troublemakers who feared that the world would not be chaotic.

However, Contini did not want to care about the motives of the students, he only built up the momentum, and the rest had nothing to do with him for the time being, and for the sake of safety, he sent a telegram to his father Ciano the Elder, vaguely telling him that he was engaged in a great cause, and that he would express his support for the "March to Rome" movement with practical actions.

"Sir, we have found ......" reported to Grandini on the afternoon of 27 October, with rare efficiency, "the whole thing was instigated by a second-year student from the University of Rome named Galeazzo Ziano, who proclaimed himself the leader of the Young Italian Alliance, of which all the activists of the secondary and higher education institutions were the governing ......"

"Ziano? The name seems familiar,...... Glandini mused, "yes, I must have dealt with it." ”

His subordinates complimented him: "You have a good memory, his father is Costanzo Ziano, a former naval colonel, and now a fascist cadre. ”

"I said how could there be such a thing, it turned out to be a fascist son who was making trouble." Glandini sneered, "Bring someone for me." ”

"Do you want to 'enlighten' first?"

The so-called enlightenment, of course, does not refer to verbal education, but to lock up and beat up first, and kill the prestige of the other party, and the police basically deal with leftists in this routine, but today Glandini did not agree: "Just a student, don't make a big fuss." ”

In the evening, the police broke into a café with a clear goal – to go straight to Contini, who was planning tomorrow's campaign.

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The audience exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Do? ”

"What law have we violated?"

"Why did the police arrest people for no reason?"

The old fritter who was in charge of the task smiled "hehe": "A few students who haven't grown up all dare to learn from others to engage in political tandem, wouldn't it be too cheap for you not to suffer a little?" Take! ”

"Bastard!"

"I'm fighting with you!"

Seeing a group of enthusiastic revolutionary comrades-in-arms wielding knives and forks, picking up stools and trying to fight the police, Ziano spoke: "Stop! ”

"Don't get excited, let's go ahead and follow the strategy I just said, I'll go see Mr. Glandini, and I'll convince the police to side with us."

"It's too dangerous, I'll go with you!" Several people said in unison.

"The Alliance can't live without you! Wait, I'll be back safe in three days! Ziano remembers very well that on October 30 the king's telegram appointing Mussolini as prime minister and forming a cabinet was about to be announced, so he was sure that he would return in three days, but for now he still had to pretend to be a magic stick.

"Let's go? 3 days? I warn you, boy, you won't be able to get out for 3 years, and I'm sure you'll be in prison! ”

In less than half an hour, Ciano appeared in Glandini's office, and the other party had a gloomy face, staring at him for a long time before he spoke: "Is it your father's opinion to incite the students to create a campaign?" ”

"It's not!"

"Mussolini meant?"

"Not either!"

"What does Fascist mean?"

"Not even more!"

"Don't go around in circles with me, my patience is limited." Glandini slapped the table hard, "Then you say, who instructed you to do that?" ”

"It's me, it's the enthusiastic Italian youth, and it's the 40 million Italian compatriots who told me to do it."

"Young man, although I have had several encounters with your father, you better not challenge my authority! If you don't confess, I don't mind letting you experience the torture methods of the police station for free! ”

Contini shrugged casually: "Your Excellency must have misunderstood, no one really instructed me to do this, and very few people can instruct me, this is completely done by me, so, you have found the right person...... This time the police behaved well! ”

Hearing this sarcasm, Glandini glared viciously: "Do you know what you're talking about? Just one look from me and you'll be torn to shreds! ”

"Of course I know what I'm doing, but I'd also like to know what your Excellency is doing?" Contini looked at him without fear, "Don't you know what Rome is in at the moment?" How many days do you think there are left in the days of Fakda? As soon as Fascist marches into Rome and the leader takes control of the situation, he will tear you to shreds with just a few words you have just said! ”

"Arrogance! I don't know the height of the sky, hahahaha......" Grandini laughed, "Do you know that the prime minister has prepared martial law two hours ago, and is entering the palace to find His Majesty to sign, it will take effect tonight, and tomorrow morning, countless troops and police will tear you, the fascist, your ridiculous leader to pieces!" ”

"Really?" Contini laughed casually, "I bet you that this martial law won't take effect!" ”

At the moment when Glandini was teaching Contini a lesson, the two sides were arguing with each other, and you were back and forth, in the Quirinal Palace, a man with gray temples and a slightly chubby figure wiped a cold sweat to report to the opposite Italian king and titular supreme ruler, Emmanuel III, who was none other than Fakda, the leader of the Italian Liberal Party and the current Prime Minister of Italy.

"Your Majesty, I hope to be given the authority to declare martial law throughout the country."

"Is this your opinion or the unanimous opinion of the cabinet?"

"Yes...... Our opinion. ”

This is a very vague statement, which sounds like it represents the cabinet as a whole, but it can also refer to other things. Emmanuel III said "um" but did not follow, he knew that the other party was lying, in fact, martial law was only the result of discussions between Fakda and the Liberal Party cronies, and the idea was still provided by Glandini, and even the Liberal Party did not reach a consensus, let alone be accepted by the cabinet.

Farkda came to the palace to ask for help, but the cunning Emmanuel III did not want to endorse this behavior, and simply refused martial law for a high-sounding reason: Fascist has gathered hundreds of thousands of people and swept a large number of cities in the central and southern regions, and if martial law is rashly suppressed, it will not only provoke their resistance but also arouse the anger of the people, and Italy will face terrible riots and even civil war......

Martial law was the first step in Fakda's schedule, and the use of police, gendarmerie and military forces to suppress it was the second step, but now the first step was interrupted before it could be taken, and he was a little anxious, arguing: "Then we will probably not be able to control the situation......

"The cities currently under the control of the fascists are not in chaos, and you should solve the task within the framework of the constitution and the law, and not impose martial law and ......repression at every turn," Emmanuel III said dissatisfiedly, "I hope you will use political means to adapt it, not blindly use hard-handed means, Italy cannot afford to be chaotic and cannot afford to end in chaos now." ”

After more than an hour, the king still did not agree to sign martial law, and without the king's signature and the unanimous opinion of the cabinet, Fakda did not dare to force the order, and if he did that, he would be prosecuted in the future, and he did not have the courage to do so.

When he returned to the prime minister's office, he called Glandini: he told him that martial law had not passed, but that the Roman police should ensure that Rome did not fall into chaos, or else they would ask.

Before receiving the call, Glandini was blowing his beard and glaring at Contini, but after answering the phone, he had a ghostly expression, and Contini was secretly relieved when he saw this: history is still following the original trajectory, and he is betting on the right one!

Now, he can have a good talk with Glandini about the future of the police commissioner......