"Our men were attacked, Major General Colombus was killed." A colonel hurried into Badoglio's makeshift command center at the Quirinal Palace, just as the field marshal was about to share a bottle of champagne with the newly arrived Minister of the Interior.

"Presumably I met Mussolini's sworn friend, and immediately let the gendarmes deal with the matter, and the leading culprit was shot on the spot, and there was no need to ask me for instructions." The marshal looked unfazed, holding a crystal champagne glass steadily, waiting for the lieutenant to pour amber wine into it.

"Wait a minute, how did the conflict happen?" Bonomi lowered his glass, and the former Italian prime minister seemed to smell something unusual.

"I don't know the specifics, but Ensign Bununo reported on the phone that they had been ambushed by a mob in front of the Temple Square of St. Andrew, that the troops had been broken up, and that Major General Columbus had been captured instantly..."

"The other side executed General Colombus and the wounded soldier in public on the side of the road... And then..."

"And then what? Go on. Badoglio tilted his head and drank the champagne from his glass.

"Then I heard the thugs say, "Kill all the traitors and rescue... Rescue the leader. Sweat from the colonel's forehead ran down his cheeks.

"Damn, the news was leaked!" Bonomi looked at Badoglio with wide eyes.

"Doesn't that mean it's completely cut off from the outside world? Why did those people learn about Mussolini's arrest? ”

"How did I know that this is the Quirinar Palace, and only His Majesty can seal the palace ban." Badoglio handed the cup to the adjutant.

"Something is wrong, I remember you said you had transferred all the Blackshirts?" Bonomi looked at the marshal suspiciously.

"Everything in the establishment has been transferred, I can assure you." Badoglio hurried over to his desk and picked up the phone receiver.

"Hey, give me the command... Hey, hey? ... Feed? The field marshal turned his face to look at his adjutant.

"The phone is out of order, you go to the switchboard to take a look."

"Okay, I'll go right away, and you guys will come with me." The adjutant pointed his finger at a few of the guards, and then led them out of the office at a brisk pace.

"Your Excellency, I think Mussolini should now be executed immediately." Bonomi stepped forward and grabbed Badoglio's sleeve.

"No, the Germans want a living mouth." Badogglio had also thought about it just now, but considering the reaction of the German Führer, he was a little undecided.

"I don't care so much now, this person's life is a trouble, it can be said to be an accident to the outside world, the reason is arbitrary, anyway, you only need to take out a forensic report." The former prime minister, a resolute politician, has already identified the hidden dangers in this coup.

"Still no, we can't take this risk, the German Führer is not a fool." Badoglio shook his head resolutely in disapproval.

"There's no need to worry about it at all, we have overwhelming strength in Rome. I have already mobilized two gendarmerie battalions into the city, and will soon be able to take over the security of the city center, those thugs cannot be the opponents of the regular army, rest assured, Lord Bonomy, everything is still under our control. Badoglio comforted the new Minister of the Interior, cheering himself on by the way.

"Hopefully, I want to go to the Houses of Parliament first, someone needs to stabilize the situation. I advise you to go to the headquarters now and then send troops to take immediate control of the city. If you have any questions, please let me know immediately and I will keep in touch with you at any time. ”

"But I've already told a few other people to come here for a meeting to discuss the formation of a new cabinet." Badoglio replied.

"The situation has changed, so let's get rid of the matter at hand first." The Minister of the Interior glanced at the marshal, and then rushed out of the office without looking back.

"Old fox, a bastard without guts." Badoglio took off his military hat and wiped the top of his bare head.

"Can't you get through the phone?"

"Yes, Marshal."

"That's not going to work, let the driver get the car ready, and we'll go back to the headquarters."

A fierce gun battle is taking place at the famous fountain in the center of Rome, with the gendarmes loyal to Marshal Badogglio on one side and Italian infantry wearing a variety of insignia.

"We can't rush through, their fire is too fierce." A second lieutenant of the military police crawled behind the Fiat armored car, opened the tin door, and reported to his boss who was huddled in the car.

"Hell, where did these people come from, where did they get so many weapons."

"Grenades!" A soldier's scream was heard, and the second lieutenant slipped into the car without saying a word. A deafening explosion sounded outside the carriage, and the two-and-a-half-ton body couldn't help but shake slightly.

"They're not thugs, they're all regular soldiers, can you tell me what's going on? They call us traitors, and I don't want to die here for no reason. The second lieutenant of the gendarme, holding the steel helmet on his head, loudly raised his questions to his superiors.

"I don't know what they're talking about, you ask me, who can I ask? Now get me out of the car at once, second lieutenant, and I order you to take that platoon of yours at once, and go around this block from the flanks, and we may try to flank the enemy from both sides. The gendarmerie major frowned, puffed out his chest, and tried his best to show his personal might in front of his subordinates.

"You think they're not familiar with the neighborhood? Sir! Italians on the other side too! The lieutenant retorted loudly.

"These are Mussolini's lackeys, and they are now openly disobeying the will of His Majesty! They are traitors, thugs, damned fascist dogs! The Major cursed viciously.

"I want to remind you, sir, that you have just insulted the Prime Minister of Italy." The second lieutenant also sank his face.

"He is no longer prime minister, just half an hour ago Mussolini had resigned to His Majesty the King, and now it is Marshal Badogglio who will take over the post of prime minister. These people were not willing to let Mussolini step down, and even violently blocked the king's gendarmes from carrying out their tasks, they were traitors. Alright Ensign, carry out my order immediately. The major said coldly.

"This is impossible, how could the Prime Minister resign at this time, and His Majesty the King will not agree to his resignation."

"That's the way it is, don't delay any longer, second lieutenant, do you want to disobey my orders."

"I see, sir." The second lieutenant turned and jumped out of the armored car and stood at the door of the car to salute the major.

"That's right, I know you're a smart person, when this mission is over, I'll ask my superiors to promote your rank, go and carry out the order now, disband." The Major nodded in satisfaction.

But just as the gendarmerie major turned his face to speak to his colleague on the other side of the carriage, the gendarmerie lieutenant suddenly reached out and pulled Beretta's pistol from his holster and pulled the trigger on the back of the major's head.

"Damn traitors." The second lieutenant spat and then turned his gun to the other two officers in the command car.

"There was a fierce battle in front of the party department of the Fascist National Party, and they organized a group of veterans who had returned home, and these people were not on our roster." The Roman garrison headquarters was already in chaos, and the commander had only seven hundred and twenty gendarmes and five hundred marines left at his disposal.

"The police rebelled, they occupied the national radio station, our people couldn't rush in, they needed heavy weapons support." A gendarmerie general reported to Badoglio, who had just arrived.

"You want to destroy the national radio?" Badoglio signed a document and slapped it on the chest of the major general of the gendarmerie.

"This is a power of attorney, you can mobilize all the existing supplies and national armed forces in Rome, I have only one request, take the radio station completely, remember it is complete."

"General, the rebels who occupied the radio claimed to broadcast to the whole country and expose the plot of the coup d'état to the entire Italian people."

"Immediately cut off the power there."

"But there's a backup generator in the radio."

"Hell, then immediately attack the radio station and destroy those traitors, at all costs!" Badoglio slammed the table hard.

The development of events was no longer under his control, he did not expect Mussolini to hide such a powerful power in the city of Rome, and he also did not expect that there were so many Italians who supported the dictator, and even sacrificed their precious lives for him.

The field marshal gritted his teeth and secretly swore that if he knew who had secretly leaked the news, he would hang that bastard in front of the altar of the Motherland with his own hands.

PS: Chapter 2 is presented, continue to ask for a monthly pass. (To be continued.) )