"Look, it's still brand new, made in Germany, see the number? This is the standard equipment of the German Army. Lukka shows off his Walter PK pistol to his companion.

"Good things, keep them." Advaldo smiled at his comrades, then lowered his head again.

"That's it?" Luca was somewhat unhappy with his partner's reaction.

"What's that?" Advaldo stopped the pen in his hand, and he looked up at his friends who had grown up together.

"This." Lukka shook his gun in front of his eyes.

"Didn't I say that? Good gun, you have to keep it well. Advaldo closed the notebook, carefully screwed the cap, and clamped the pen to the notebook.

"Of course, I'm going to kill a hundred Germans with it, I've already killed one, and now there are ninety-nine left." Lukka said proudly.

"It's a good idea, but how do you go about it? Just seventeen of us and eleven guns? I've said it a long time ago, brute force doesn't work. Advaldo said with a serious face.

"But Gandino they..."

"Don't mention this man again, I won't allow you to mention this name again in front of me, it's a murderer with innocent blood on his hands, a bloodthirsty butcher, a brute without humanity." Adevaldo angrily interrupted his comrade.

"God will punish him, just like the Germans who invaded our homeland, and they will all get what they deserve."

"When?"

"Soon, I promise, and you promise me, you won't do what he did." Adevaldo said categorically.

"Okay, okay, I promise, Eduardo, you're just too serious, that's why you don't have a few close friends." Lukka patted the hem of his garment, then sat down next to his companion.

"We haven't been resupplied for three days, and we're running out of food." Lukka unloaded the pistol's magazine and pulled a few rounds out of his coat pocket.

"There will be a way, and when it gets dark I want to try to touch Casassola to see if the Germans may have left the village."

"I'll go with you." Lukka expertly pressed the bullet into the magazine.

"No, it's easier for a person to be exposed at this time." Eduardo took out the tobacco pack from his satchel, tore off a page from his notebook, folded it in half, carefully poured some tobacco into half of the paper, and then deftly rolled it into a cigarette roll.

"If possible, it's best to get some wine." Lukka reloaded the magazine.

"Got it." Eduardo licked the edge of the cigarette paper, rubbed it vigorously, and pulled the match out of his pocket.

"Give." Lukka handed the pistol to Edvaldo.

"What for?" Eduardo glanced at Luca.

"Defend yourself with you." Luca said.

"No, it's safer to have no weapons on you if you meet a German. Besides, my marksmanship is not good, and it doesn't do much to me. Eduardo shook out the match, threw it on the ground, and ran it over with his foot.

"Okay, listen to you." Lukka slipped the pistol back into his coat pocket.

The German invasion shook the anti-Mussolini forces in the northern mountains, where the mountain people were naturally unruly and had no interest in fascist ideas, preferring the revolutionary theories of the Socialists and Communists as poor people at the bottom.

The rumor that the Germans were ready to overthrow Mussolini's dictatorship and liberate the Italian people spread from here, and it really confused many Italian people in the central and southern regions at that time.

I believe that the German Army never dreamed that there would be a day when they would cooperate with these people, and people like Germany would have been sent to labor camps to smash stones, and the grass on the graves of those who were unlucky was afraid to be more than three feet high.

Although they knew this, the Germans were happy to pretend to be confused, and they regarded these people as ordinary collaborators, and from time to time gave some incentives and subsidies, which was only a temporary way to deal with them, but it was obviously conducive to the social stability and security of the occupied areas.

But there were always those who were unwilling to compromise with the invaders, and they were determined to fight the Germans with their own strength, and a number of spontaneous partisans sprang up in the northern mountains, and Luka was one of them.

Eduardo was the only intellectual in the team who had gone to university, so he was naturally elected leader, and because he had read many progressive books, the captain was very revolutionary and strong.

The Italian Communist Party had largely ceased its open activities, and under Mussolini's sabotage, the party leaders had either been arrested or fled to Moscow, and those who remained in Italy were the most determined grassroots party members, who formed underground groups to secretly spread progressive ideas in all strata of society, trying to arouse the ordinary people who were dissatisfied with the fascist system to fight resolutely against Mussolini's fascist state party.

Eduardo had long seen the nature of the Third Reich, that they were the same as the Kingdom of Italy, and that the Germans might be unhappy with Mussolini, but they would never shoot at fascism. It's a dog-eat-dog war, a fight between dictator and dictator, and no one is qualified to be on the side of justice.

At the same time, he hated the French and the British, and the vile Zibenists and imperialists, who joined hands in front of interests, completely tore off the mask of hypocrisy and revealed their blood-dripping minions. What a great irony it is that instead of standing up for justice, these powers, who claim to uphold justice and morality, have gone down to fight for the tiger themselves, and it is ridiculous that there are still some people who are obsessed with "international justice" and are reluctant to give up their unrealistic dreams.

Edvaldo's team was founded with just six men and carried two pistols, a Bodeo 1889 wheel made before World War I, and a Rotsteyr 1908 made by Austria-Hungary.

At first, they did not dare to challenge the regular German troops in person, but secretly cut off the German telephone lines and ambushed the signal soldiers who checked the lines, which also caused some trouble to the German army.

As the Germans advanced, some of the scattered Italian soldiers fled into the mountains, where they were immediately absorbed into their ranks.

These soldiers, though of average quality, were at least formally trained, and were no less courageous than ordinary people to attack small German troops.

Three of these soldiers were recruited into Adevaldo's ranks, one of whom was Sergeant Gandino, a greedy and brutal Italian ruffian who he later hated.

When they met Advaldo, the three of Gandino were bare-handed, dressed in thin summer clothes, and had not eaten enough for several days, and if they hadn't encountered the guerrillas, they probably wouldn't have survived that night.

They were the last remnants of the Venetian division, chased by the Germans all the way into the mountains, and at first there were more than 500 people, but now only three of them remained.

Edvaldo kindly took in the soldiers, a decision he would regret for the rest of his life, and the three fallen warriors he saved were hiding a devil in human skin.

The partisans had grown to more than 30 men, mostly deserted soldiers and hunters from the nearby mountains, captured from the Germans and armed with 22 long and short guns.

After several battles, the players were also trained in actual combat, and Eduardo's confidence was also raised, and he was ready to carry out a larger operation to declare to the German army the faith of the Italian people to resist.

But he never imagined that his team was on the verge of splitting, and Gandino had secretly conspired with a few deserters who had the same thoughts as him, and was secretly planning a mutiny to seize power.

The Sicilian-born sergeant seemed to have a peculiar attraction by nature, recognising his kind from the crowd at a glance and rallying them around him.

Some people see this as a manifestation of personal charm and talent, but Eduardo thinks that it is all a call to evil, the evil party always attracts the evil party, the darkness likes to embrace the darkness, and Gambino just uses his clever tongue to awaken the demons in the hearts of those people.

Gandino chose a clever time, taking advantage of the fact that several supporters of Eduardo were out to investigate, and right around the campfire in the wilderness, he openly challenged Edvaldo's authority. He ridiculed the captain's caution in leading the group to attack the lone German soldiers, and accused him of treating the team too harshly, forbidding them to receive small "supplies" from villagers and passers-by to soothe their tired bodies and minds.

Gambino incited his fellow belongers, declaring that they were free and brave guerrillas who should not be bound by such regulations, and he accused Eduardo of having no experience in military command and should hand over power to more specialized personnel such as Bill. Gandino, a brave former Italian non-commissioned officer.

At first, Eduardo didn't know what was going on, and he tried to argue with Gandino, but then he realized that the other party didn't really want to argue with him. When he understood that the other party wanted to seize power, the matter was irreparable, and he could only watch Gandino and his companions, coercion and temptation, and finally pull away all the personnel in the team.

Eduardo's guerrillas returned to square one overnight, and the guerrilla leader was tied to a tree next to the camp and watched as Gandino and his gang took all the team's assets.

When Luca and his companions returned to the camp two days later, they saw nothing but empty huts and dying guerrillas tormented by hunger and thirst. (To be continued.) )