Mussolini tells a wonderful story in which the chief of staff of the High Command is transformed into a heroic figure of wisdom and courage.

When Marshal Badoglio was approached by traitors who tried to buy him off with the throne of Prime Minister of the Kingdom, he immediately expressed his resolute opposition to this treason, and engaged in a brilliant battle of wits and courage with the conspirators as they tried to take him hostage by force and force him to submit.

The marshal cleverly convinces the other side that he is willing to side with the putschists, while at the same time trying to gather evidence of the cabal's treason and find a way to convey it to Germany. The military, in time, established a bridge of contact with the German government.

The marshal's successful defection allowed Mussolini to crush the coup d'état in a very short period of time, reducing the losses that the country and the people may have suffered due to political turmoil, so Marshal Badogglio made a great contribution to the kingdom and the Italian nation in this incident.

After the coup d'état was crushed, Marshal Badogglio bravely stepped forward and personally commanded the troops loyal to the prime minister, arrested the rebels, and provided the most crucial testimony for the crimes committed by these people.

Just two hours before the speech began, Marshal Badogglio issued an execution order for the members of the rebel group, proving his loyalty to the Kingdom of Italy and Prime Minister Mussolini with the heads of traitors.

So in recognition of what this decorated veteran has done for the country, Mussolini immediately announced at the meeting that he had issued a promotion order for Marshal Badoglio, and he would become the second Italian Supreme Imperial Marshal in the history of the Kingdom of Italy, and the first to hold this honorable rank was, of course, Prime Minister Mussolini himself.

Bursts of cheers erupted in cheers, and people chanted Badogrio's name to congratulate the newly released Supreme Imperial Marshal.

At Mussolini's call, Badogglio walked up to the podium with a blank face, shook hands, hugged and kissed each other's cheeks with the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, and then, in a chorus of praise, Mussolini personally hung an Italian crown medal on his chest.

The Italian Supreme Imperial Marshal was fiddling with the Prime Minister like a clay sculpture of wood, and although he had a stiff smile on his face, there was no soul in his eyes.

Badogglio was completely subdued by Mussolini, he lost everything he had once been proud of, he lost the dignity of a warrior, he succumbed to violence and coercion, he lost the integrity of a soldier, he shamelessly framed his colleagues, and he exchanged the blood of his loyal and believing men and close friends for his own power and glory.

What a shame it is to regret that Badogrio, who once regarded honor as his life, regretted that he did not die on the day of the coup. He is willing to fight the enemy with real guns, French, British, Yugoslavs, Greeks, Romanians, whichever is it, at least he can die on the battlefield with dignity, and it is better than becoming a puppet to be manipulated by others like this.

But he was already on the thief ship, and his hands were stained with the blood of his companions, and even if he wanted to turn back, it was no longer possible.

Mussolini's enemies, including their families, now regarded him as a most despicable traitor, because all the warrants had his signature, his testimony at trial, and countless innocent people had been executed in his name.

And in Mussolini's henchmen, there was no place for this marshal, and after this incident, he was destined not to gain the trust of this prime minister again for the rest of his life.

Badoglio can foresee that in the days to come, he will be just a disguise, a weapon, a puppet-like existence, only to lose his usefulness, and then he will be thrown aside like garbage, just like the de-guine. Marshal Bono.

But Badoglio had to grit his teeth and endure, and for the safety of him and his family, the field marshal had no choice but to compromise with the devil. Mussolini was not a good man, and in order to achieve his goals, the Italian prime minister could become extremely cruel, a fact that Badogglio had witnessed with his own eyes, and the execution of hundreds or thousands of people was just a string of numbers in the eyes of the prime minister of the kingdom.

The mafia in Sicily had tasted this kind of suffering, and such a dynamic social group was driven out of Italy alive.

Badoglio thinks that he cannot be more powerful than the mafia, although he is a field marshal, but the real unconditional obedience to his command may add up to less than a hundred.

By the time the marshal put on a new epaulettes, the event had come to an end, Mussolini still made a bunch of promises to the people, and assured that society would soon return to peace, he had signed a series of agreements with Germany, Italy would usher in a long era of peace, as long as he Mussolini was still the prime minister of the kingdom, everyone's life would slowly get better.

As a result, with the whole crowd singing the Italian national anthem, the speech was successfully concluded.

Mussolini and Badogglio boarded his Fiat 2800 convertible and were guided by two motorcycles through the cheering crowd of people in the middle of the road and slowly drove towards the road around the square.

In order to show how popular he was in newsfilms, Mussolini deliberately narrowed the range of the guards on both sides so that the citizens could see his leader at a close distance, which was his forte, and Mussolini knew how to win the hearts and minds of the Italians.

But today the situation was a little different, and just as the convertible car passed by a group of nuns in black burqas, the accident suddenly happened.

A nun standing in the front row of the crowd lifted her short cloak under the nose of the guard, and immediately threw the grenade that had been prepared in her hand towards Mussolini's car.

"Die, demon!" At the same time, another nun beside her was shouting and swearing, hiding a Beretta M38 submachine gun under her short cloak.

The good-looking woman, holding the automatic weapon in her hand, pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation, and suddenly the crisp and dense gunfire began to echo over the square.

Mussolini's bodyguards were caught off guard, they didn't even notice the nuns, this is Rome, across the river is the Vatican, every day there are all kinds of pilgrims to the church, and many of them are Mussolini's supporters, because the Pope himself praised the prime minister, calling him a saint blessed by God.

In the first five or six seconds of the attack, none of the guards were able to react, and everyone was stunned by what was happening in front of them, and the guards who were closer had already fallen in a dense hail of bullets.

The killer was less than four meters away from Mussolini's car, and there was no obstacle in between, so the grenade was accurately thrown into the car. All those present who witnessed this scene thought that Mussolini was absolutely doomed, and no one would survive the explosion of the grenade.

But six seconds passed, ten seconds passed, until the female submachine gunner had drained the thirty rounds in the gun and replaced it with a second magazine, and the grenade still did not explode.

"It was later found that it was an Italian-made Alto M35 grenade, and the fuse was pulled out, but because the distance was too close and the thrower's strength was insufficient, the safety cap failed to shake off the projectile body, and the safety tether was only half pulled out, so the fuse could not release the safety." Weierle explained to Xu Jun.

This is an old problem with Italian grenades, but it can also be seen as their advantages, because of this special insurance mechanism, Italian grenades will never explode in the hands of users, especially for those inexperienced rookies, which can effectively prevent them from accidentally blowing themselves up into the sky in a hurry.

"What happened next?" Xu Jun nodded in understanding, and then leaned over to dust off the ash from his cigar in the ashtray.

Mussolini was so frightened that when he saw what had fallen on his knee, he wanted to throw it out of the car as soon as he saw what had fallen on his knee. Unexpectedly, Badogrio, who was sitting next to him, thought the same way, and the field marshal reacted quickly, as a result, the hands of the two men collided, and the grenade rolled down to the floor of the carriage.

Badoglio still looked apprehensive when he talked about that moment afterwards, he thought he was dead, and the Italian grenade was equipped with a bump fuse, which would detonate when it hit a hard object.

They couldn't stand up either, the woman with the submachine gun was still firing wildly at the convertible, and the driver was hit in the head by a stray bullet, and brains and blood splattered on the marshal's body.

And the woman who threw the grenade also took out a pistol from her clothes at this time, and she shot as she approached the convertible.

Mussolini's guards finally reacted at this point, and the guards angrily fired their pistols and rifles at the two assassins, and finally the usual training was not in vain, and the two women were almost simultaneously knocked to the ground by a dense barrage of bullets.

The woman with the submachine gun was given intensive care and was killed on the spot after at least seven bullets on her body. The other woman was shot in the arm and thigh, and she struggled to keep shooting at the convertible until the guards subdued her.

At this time, the whole square was in chaos, everywhere was screaming and running around, some blackshirts came up from all around, trying to protect their leader, and some reporters who were not afraid of death, holding cameras to record the scene frantically, this is the front page material that can cause a sensation in the world, and it can definitely be sold for a good price if it is put down abroad.

"Don't panic! I'm fine! I'm fine! Mussolini shouted loudly, and he stood up in the back seat of the convertible, still holding the dumb grenade in his hand.

The Italian prime minister seems to want to show his bravery in front of everyone, and he has been assassinated many times in his life, and each time he has managed to escape, which he sees as God's preference for him, as proof that he has a destiny.

But this time, because of this reckless move, he finally gave away his own life.

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