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Kesselring had no troops at all at the moment. All the German troops that could be mobilized had been sent to the vicinity of Cassino to fight the Ming army, and now all the troops of the Kingdom of Italy were left around the city of Rome. For the combat effectiveness of these Italians, Kesselring did not hold out any hope.

In desperation, Kesselring could only order the air forces stationed everywhere to attack the landing Ming army with all their might, and at the same time collect troops everywhere like a carpet rope, such as airport garrisons, etc., to prepare to resist the attack of the Ming army. At the same time, Kesselring and Rommel sent a telegram to the German reinforcements that were assembling in northern Italy, asking them to immediately go south to Rome for reinforcements.

But the troops to the north were too far away, and the road was full of heavy attacks by Ming bombers, and the railway line was usually repaired at night and then destroyed during the day. In this case, large-scale military movements will take a very long time. What Germans lack most now is time.

When the Germans urgently dispatched troops, the Ming landing force was not idle. After taking full control of the beach and the town of Anzio, the Ming landing force quickly attacked and occupied the strategically important Mont Alban, just over 20 kilometers away from Anzio, at the foot of which was the road to Rome on roads 6 and 7. It is also Anzio's only outlet to the interior.

The next day, all the troops and supplies carried by the convoy were sent to the shore. The flotilla began to leave the sea off Anzio in preparation for the return voyage to receive the landing force of the second attack wave. And when the sky was just bright, after yesterday's chaos and adjustment, the Luftwaffe began to attack in a big way, launching a ferocious attack on the Daming transport fleet in the open sea.

Not to be outdone, the escort fleet of the Ming Dynasty and the fighter units serving as air cover engaged in fierce battles with the Luftwaffe. The battle on the sea and in the sky did not affect the operation on the ground. Without the slightest hesitation, the Ming landing force struck quickly after dawn and within a few hours captured the vital town of Chisterna and the Campoleo railway station, opening the way to Rome.

By the time it got dark, the Ming power search force in tracked armored vehicles had already captured Aprilia, which had almost no defense, and opened the southern gate to Rome.

After the capture of Aprilia, the Ming army did not stop in the slightest, and the army began to rush towards the city of Rome at a desperate overnight speed. Because they had been informed, the German troops rushing to Rome from all over were also on the way.

Roman City, Municipal Square.

Vittorio, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy. Emmanuel. Azeglio stood in his office with a telephone in his hand, looking at the leisurely look on his face opposite, and the head of the Ming intelligence who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and drinking tea, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Before dinner, he received the news that Apriglia had fallen into the hands of the Ming army. By the time the intelligence leader on the other side came to see him, Azerio had received another report of signs of activity from the Ming army near Albano. The speed of the Ming army's advance was too fast, too fast. It's almost like they're on an outing, rampant in Italy.

As soon as he saw the face of the great intelligence leader sitting across from him, with a smile on his face, Azelio's heart would surge with irrepressible anger, and he thought about smashing the telephone in his hand on the handsome face.

Azeglio was actually a staunch anti-Ming figure. Because he knew that if he couldn't defeat the Ming Dynasty, then a weak country like Italy would have no future and no hope. Unwilling to let his hometown become a colony sucked by others for generations, Azeglio has always been a strong advocate against the Ming Dynasty, and it is because of this that he sat on the throne of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy. It's just that now everything has changed.

When the war just broke out, the allies were indeed high-spirited and slashed Da Ming, snatching from Da Ming the huge interests that had been accumulated for many years.

At that time, the allies believed that it was the right thing to do to fight back against the colonial rule of the Ming Dynasty. But as time passed, when the besieged Ming gradually eased up, especially when Zhang Cheng, the representative of the hardliners, came to power and took control of the entire Ming Dynasty. The allies began to feel the pressure gradually.

The wealth and strength of the Ming Dynasty created an incomparably powerful army. And this army gradually became powerful on the battlefield, not only to beat back the momentum of the Allies, but also to the European continent. The strength of Da Ming deeply shocked everyone. In addition, they have been deeply influenced by Da Ming for hundreds of years before, and the fear of Da Ming in their hearts is even deeper.

Azeglio didn't actually want to surrender, but he knew that the intelligence chief sitting across from him had coerced and lured most of the Italians, and even their king was no longer willing to fight.

Italy's domestic economy had long since collapsed, and many civilians had almost to survive under the massive bombardment by the Ming army. The nobles and local powerhouses in various places are now completely ignoring the orders from Rome, and they are all eye-to-eye.

But even so, Azerio, who was unwilling to let the whole country and nation fall forever, still wanted to continue to struggle.

"Mr. Xiao." After hanging up the call from the General Staff, Azeglio, who looked unswerving, slowly came to sit opposite Xiao Hongbao, and looked at Xiao Hongbao with deep eyes: "The German army from the north to the south will arrive in Rome in 24 hours at the earliest." Do you think the Ming army will still be able to capture Rome? ”

"24 hours?" Xiao Hongbao, who was cross-legged, hooked the corners of his mouth, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "Maybe they can really come over so quickly under the bombing of fighter planes and the destruction of special operations forces." But what does all this mean for Italians? ”

Xiao Hongbao's relaxed demeanor and indifferent tone deeply stimulated Azelio, who was already emaciated and on the verge of collapse. He heard disdain in Xiao Hongbao's tone, Da Ming didn't care about Italy at all.

"What's the point?" A flush suddenly appeared on Azelio's face, and he suddenly stood up and shouted, "The Germans are coming!" Rome will not be lost! We'll be able to keep fighting! ”

"Smack!" The door of Azelio's office was slammed open, and the guards with weapons in their hands rushed in with a vigilant look on their faces, looking at Xiao Hongbao, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea, as long as Azelio gave an order, they would drag the yellow-skinned guy out and shoot him for half an hour.

"Get out!" No matter how angry he was, Azeglio still maintained a trace of sobriety. Shouting orders the guards to leave.

The office door was closed again, and Azeglio sat back on the couch. And from beginning to end, Xiao Hongbao looked calm and light-hearted, and he didn't worry about his safety at all.

Azelio looked at Xiao Hongbao's performance, and an irrepressible sadness surged in his heart. He didn't want to arrest and kill this Ming intelligence leader and the bastard who had disturbed the whole of Italy. But he couldn't.

It was not the beginning of the war, and the Ming army had even reached the mainland of the Kingdom of Italy. Azeglio knew that once he attacked Xiao Hongbao, he would face the anger of Zhang Cheng and the entire Daming. And this overwhelming anger is not borne by him Azzio alone, if he is alone, he may have done it a long time ago. Once something happens to Xiao Hongbao, Zhang Cheng will inevitably take brutal and bloody revenge on the whole of Italy. He, Azzio, couldn't do anything to push the whole country into the abyss for the sake of momentary pleasure.

"What if the Germans did get to Rome before we did?" Xiao Hongbao put down the teacup in his hand with a relaxed expression, and a faint mocking smile flashed in his eyes: "Your Excellency Prime Minister, don't you still understand?" If German reinforcements really arrived in Rome, it would mean that this thousand-year-old city would become a huge battlefield! ”

"The Germans don't care, and neither do we. Because this is not our city, nor is it our spiritual sustenance and cultural heritage. Xiao Hongbao leaned forward slightly, stared at Azeglio coldly, and said in a deep voice, "This is the city of Italians!" ”

“..” Azelio sat on the couch a little depressed, and his whole spirit was sluggish.

Indeed, even if the Germans did rush to Rome, the end would only be to destroy the thousand-year-old capital in the minds of Italians. This may not be a big deal for the Ming and Germany, but for the Italians, it is a catastrophe. The Italians could not live without Rome.

"If." After a long silence, Azzio raised his head again to look at Xiao Hongbao, and asked in a hoarse voice, "If we withdraw from the war, can the Ming Dynasty guarantee the sovereignty and territorial integrity of the Kingdom of Italy?" ”

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Xiao Hongbao hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the table in front of him, and said with a smile: "Don't you understand what unconditional surrender is?" ”

"You!" Azelio gritted his teeth hard, trembling with rage.

"As a loser, there's no reason to put things on the line. Nor do they have any right to ask for anything. Xiao Hongbao's face turned cold, he slowly stood up and tidied up his clothes, looking at Azerio with an indifferent expression, "As a loser, you can only beg for the mercy of the winner." Whether it is a person or a country, we must recognize our own position. ”

Xiao Hongbao walked to the door of the office with firm steps, paused, turned to look at Azelio, who seemed to have suddenly aged many years, smiled, and said, "I hope Your Excellency the Prime Minister can understand a truth, a weak country has no diplomacy." (To be continued.) )