In a quiet town around Rome, where everyone is busy with their own work, Garibaldi announced in Naples yesterday that he officially replaced Mussolini in power, and the King of Italy announced his support for Marshal Garibaldi to succeed his predecessor Mussolini as the new leader of Italy.

As soon as the new Italian leader came to power, he began to hunt down Mussolini, and then announced that Italy would remain in the Axis and contribute to the greater European Union. Immediately after his statement, there was a chorus of support from all over Italy, and the war ended after only three days. The farce of Italy's withdrawal from the Axis powers also came to an end with the fierce fighting in Rome and the sound of gunfire.

Suddenly, the dogs on the streets of the town began barking wildly into the distance, one after the other. Dog owners try to stop their pets from doing this annoying thing, but it doesn't work out as before. He looked up and saw a black dot approaching in the sky not far away.

Soon the roar of engines could be heard in the sky, and a German Odin helicopter hovered over the wasteland on the edge of the town, and then the helicopter slowly descended to a halt in the inconspicuous clearing. There was no hatch on the plane, and seven or eight German soldiers in it jumped off the plane with their weapons in their hands.

"Hello!" because the wind blowing from the propellers of the helicopter was so strong that the German officer who came over could only squint his eyes and ask the Italian native with an unrefined expression. His Italian is so pure that it sounds just like the Italian spoken by the locals.

"Hello......" The Italian peasant holding a hoe next to the clearing, looking at the German officer and the special forces soldiers with weapons on their chests behind him, spoke a little unscathingly. After all, he had rarely seen Italian soldiers, and even if he did, he had never seen such a shocking appearance.

"Excuse me, have there been any strange people passing by in this town lately, such as doing something strange, buying a house or a car, or whatever?" the German officer shouted to the Italian peasant because the engines of the planes were very noisy.

The other party shook his head and pointed in the direction of the town: "I haven't met, if you want to confirm that there are some rich people in the town who are hiding from the war, I think they may know better." ”

The German officer nodded, then motioned for the plane behind him to turn off its engines and wait for them, two German soldiers were left behind to guard the plane, and the rest followed the German officer into the village. They were ordered to investigate Mussolini's escape route, after all, it had been a day, and the scope of these search forces was quite large, so the German military brought in helicopters, hoping to find the missing Mussolini as soon as possible.

Surprisingly, it didn't take long for them to get all the information they were looking for. The locals did not go out of their way to protect the original leader, and they easily sold Mussolini's whereabouts to the German pursuers. An Italian businessman in a suit and leather shoes, who had achieved a little at first glance, met the German officer who came to inquire in the courtyard, and he quickly answered the question of interest: "A day ago, a down-and-out man with some stains on his clothes came to me to buy a car, you know, I can't confirm his identity, he gave me the price of two cars, so I have no reason to give up the deal...... In fact I am a pro-German Italian, so I am willing to tell you everything I know. ”

Italy lacked gasoline, at least during Mussolini's reign, and Italy's gasoline resources were very scarce. Italy's navy and air force have always struggled with a lack of fuel, and only some of the wealthy people can afford gasoline, a high-end consumable.

So when the Italian merchant was clever enough to remember that there was not much gasoline in his car, and suggested that the Germans who were tracking down the escaped prisoners should go to a town within a hundred kilometers to inquire carefully, and it would be possible to find the traces of the gang, the German officer politely took his leave.

Soon the German helicopters, scattered all around Rome, were concentrated and began a more targeted search. The increase in density and the determination of direction made the search suddenly more effective, and only a few hours later, a German helicopter found the abandoned car in a farmland, and soon they found two abandoned sons who had fled separately to distract the pursuers.

The two blackshirts were very stubborn, and after being surrounded, they would rather commit suicide than be captured. However, their death did not buy Mussolini much time, after all, the German special forces have a lot of experience in searching.

Soon the hounds were deployed, and thousands of Italian soldiers loyal to Marshal Garibaldi arrived to help assist in the search, and the huge encirclement was shrinking smaller and smaller, while the prey inside was found and tracked more and more frequently. Mussolini could not have escaped alone, and from another point of view, if he had escaped alone, it would really have no value.

"Don't run away...... "Mussolini was huddled in a hut in the woods, and the owner of the hut was still lying on the ground, and the body was still warm, because the hapless fellow had just tried to drive away the uninvited guests who had fled here.

Now there were only three people with Mussolini, and the colonel was now holding a pistol in his hand, leaning against the window and staring at the sky in the distance. It's been two days, and the German helicopters flying overhead are flying like a shadow, which has greatly affected the speed of their movement. The encirclement of the German army became tighter and tighter, which made him, who was already the core of this small fleeing team, more and more uneasy.

"As long as we escape a German search, we will be able to escape from Ascension......" The colonel glanced at Mussolini's attendant, who was still trembling with the shotgun hanging on the wall by Orion in his hand, and said dryly: "We will not leave here, as long as they do not search us, we can continue south to Catanzaro...... I have a relative there who can keep us in hiding for at least a year. ”

"But they led the hounds, and many of them stood guard at the edge of the forest, and we saw the ...... with our own eyes that day," said the squire, tremblingly, "and soon they will search here, and there is only one room, where shall we hide?"

Before the colonel could answer the question, the roar of engines could be heard in the sky, and a German helicopter passed by, and the German soldiers sitting on it looked down from the open side hatches, as if looking for something. Fortunately, this hut is covered with moss, and the color is very similar to the surroundings, otherwise this group of fugitives who are hiding in Tibet may be completely exposed now.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to speak, and waited until the helicopter was far away, and then the colonel slowly spoke, and said in a very lonely tone: "Let's hide in this room and see if we can hold out until night, if they can't find us during the day, I think it will be easier to break through at night." ”

The four of them fell silent, the blackshirt soldier lowered his head and sorted out the submachine gun magazine he was carrying, he didn't have much chance to fire along the way, so there was plenty of ammunition left. The squire had a hunter's spear in his hand, and there were not many bullets, only a dozen rounds, but he was already satisfied, after all, he didn't even have a weapon to defend himself along the way.

The colonel had a small and delicate pistol in his hand, which was his weapon. It's a pity that there are not many bullets left now, and he doesn't bother to tidy them up, so after collecting a few bullets in the magazine, the rest is thrown in his pocket. After all, he only needs to save one bullet for himself, and it will be enough.

God Almighty didn't give them any more time to struggle, and the quiet atmosphere alerted the Colonel, who knew that the hut might have been discovered, so he tugged at the head of the blackshirt's man in front of him. The other party quickly understood, stood up, and cautiously leaned against the window, trying to take a look at the surroundings.

"Bah!" a gunshot rang out, piercing the window of the hut, and the hapless blackshirt soldier died under the guns of his enemy before he could even see what his enemy looked like. His body was drained of his soul at this moment, leaving only a heavy shell, which fell to the floor of the wooden house with a thud, smashing up a cloud of dust.

"Ahh The shotgun was so powerful that it shattered the glass with a single shot, and then the shattered glass fell with a crackle, and some of them smashed into the corpses of the blackshirts lying on the ground.

"Bah!" the colonel poked his gun out of the window and pulled the trigger in a direction he didn't even know about, he was just a senior officer loyal to Mussolini, and it was a real joke to let him take on a group of German special forces who didn't shoot much all year round.

The door was kicked open from the outside, and two German soldiers fell to the ground and lay down in the cabin. They carried long-barreled MP-44 assault rifles, followed by two soldiers who were responsible for covering them.

"Tutu, Tutu!" Before the people in the room had time to react, the muzzles of these black holes erupted with shiny tongues of fire. The colonel's chest was immediately smashed into a sieve, and the squire with a shotgun was similarly hit by a volley of bullets.

"Ahh

"We've got him!" a German officer said, glancing inside the room, and reporting into the walkie-talkie.