In the ring of several buildings near the city center, the only counterattack against the German troops broke out in the entire city of Rome, and a group of Italian soldiers in black shirts frantically used their weapons to fire at the German infantry trying to get close to the building.

Bullets hit the walls, corners of the roadside, and the ground, sending up a cloud of white smoke, and in the second floor windows of the building, the Italian defenders formed a cross-fire of machine gun fire, blocking all the roads of the German attack. Some people also used furniture and other things to lay out simple barricades on both sides of the road.

These blackshirts were a staunch force loyal to Mussolini, and their fighting power was relatively strong in the whole of Italy. And these people are not afraid of sacrifice, and dare to fight head-on with the powerful German army in such a desperate time.

"Bah!" Mussolini sat behind his desk, expressionless, listening to the gunshots outside the window. He knew that his time was running out, after all, there were only a few thousand blackshirts who could really fight. When the German tanks and armored vehicles drove nearby, these units with only light weapons would be wiped out in an instant.

While he was thinking wildly, the terrible machine-gun sound of the Germans, which was like tearing linen, finally rang out in the distant neighborhood. The dense sound made his hands tremble slightly, it was the first time he had heard the sound of this weapon called Accardo Saw, and he heard it at once because it was unique.

"It's like the description, it's really a dense gunshot, and I can't hear how many shots have been fired. Mussolini muttered, closing his eyes, as if trying to calm himself a little. But the gunfire outside became more intense, making his already chaotic heart beat more rapidly.

The Germans seemed to be very unhappy with the sudden appearance of the forces blocking their attack, and the gunfire around them became more intense, and a group of German soldiers tried to capture a building occupied by the Italian Blackshirts, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides, and the stairs were covered with the corpses of the Blackshirts, and the Germans fought all the way from the first floor to the highest seventh floor, and paid a lot of money to drive these stubborn guys out of the building.

With the loss of a building, the Blackshirts' defensive line was even more gaping, and parts of the neighborhood were isolated, unable to retreat or reinforced. The battle soon expanded, and the Germans brought in a few tanks from the armored forces outside the city, and the real hardships for the defenders came.

As a tank fired, a huge gap was made in the wall of a building, and rubble flew everywhere, and the century-old building was destroyed by a tank shell. The wall sculptures from famous artists, as well as the strange monster decorations on the rooftops, peeled off with the vibration and fell to the ground and turned into worthless rubble.

Some of the Blackshirts attempted to counterattack the German tanks, but they were quickly beaten into a sieve by the German Leopard tanks' forward-course machine guns. These poor people, who only have rifles and improvised ******, can only escape in confusion under the tongue of fire of the MG42 machine gun, and have no ability to fight back at all.

"Mr. Leader, the Germans have occupied several nearby buildings, and our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties......" The major of the Air Force broke into Mussolini's office with a pistol, his clothes covered in dirt and far less decent than when he had just left.

The poor admiral had gone mad and sat so blankly in the chair outside the door. He passed by the madman as he entered, and the other party was not even interested in looking at him. The poor madman kept muttering there, repeating the phrase: "Why, why did the fleet defect?"

Mussolini didn't say anything about the war, he just laughed suddenly, and then said: "You see, it turns out that we are seriously resisting, and the Germans are fighting hard, aren't they? Why can't those armies keep the Germans on the border like these armies?"

If every force had been willing to open fire in return, it would have been impossible for Mussolini's Italy to end so badly in two days. It's a pity that there haven't been a few such resistances at all, and most of them have been so weak.

"Leader, let's go! Pick some people, bring money, and hide in the suburbs...... They can't find you!" The major of the Air Force was loyal and wanted Mussolini to change his mind: "As long as you leave, there is still hope, leader!"

Mussolini did not rush to make a statement, but spoke directly and asked an irrelevant question that puzzled the Air Force Major. This question was a little strange and very sudden, which made the Air Force Major stunned for a moment after hearing it: "Do you know the one thing I regret the most, what is it?"

"No, I don't know. The Air Force Major shook his head and wiped the black stain from his face with his hand, unbeknownst to him, which made his face even more scruffy.

"You really shouldn't know that you were very young at that time...... We used to have a more determined ally in Germany. Mussolini, as if nostalgic for his past, stood up as he spoke, walked up to his confidant, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the stains from his face: "That man's name is Adolf Hitler." ”

He threw his dirty handkerchief on the floor and continued to say to himself: "This Hitler is my favorite German ally...... Unfortunately, he failed, and was defeated by Accardo Rudolph, who was not so influential at the time, and I felt at that time that I might have lost a real friend. ”

Outside the window, the German soldiers had already begun to fire at the building where they were, the bullets shattered the window on the first floor, and the tanks, under the cover of the infantry, had already aimed their own artillery at the building. There is a possibility that the Germans will storm the building at any time, but the black shirts downstairs are still using their flesh and blood to buy Mussolini as much time as possible.

This is not a good time to be nostalgic, and the Air Force major, who was carrying a pistol, stuck to the window and glanced down at the situation on the battlefield. I happened to see some soldiers in the courtyard being beaten into a sieve by the machine guns of the German tanks, and then slumped on the lawn.

He knew that this was the last chance, so he quickly grabbed Mussolini's arm with his other hand, and while pulling outward, he said: "Leader, you must get out of here! Let's go to the basement, take the air raid bunker, and soon get out of this encirclement! Believe me, as long as I have a breath left, I will keep you safe!"

Mussolini was clearly reluctant to cooperate, but there was no violent struggle, he was used to this state of involuntariness, and he had been in this inexplicable state since several days ago. So the two men came to the door and opened the door to the office.

Surprisingly, the crazy admiral was stuck there, carrying his own matching gun, and before the major could react, the madman raised his hand and shot the major through the head with a shot. Blood splattered Mussolini's face, causing him to fall to the floor with a muffled thud.

"No one can betray!hahaha! The fleet is still ours! The fleet is still ours!Long live the leader!" he brandished his pistol and screamed loudly in front of the terrified Mussolini. The guards guarding the door heard the gunshots in the house, rushed in to see what was happening, and opened fire without saying a word, and before Mussolini could say anything, the insane colonel was struck into a sieve by bullets.

Blood sprayed Mussolini's face again, and then he was surrounded by a group of blackshirts. He didn't come to his senses, and was asked all sorts of questions by a group of people: "Leader, what the hell is going on?" "Isn't he crazy? Why did he shoot?" "We have to get out of here, Mr. Leader...... Are you going to get out of here?"

Before Mussolini could answer these questions, the bloodied colonel came running from the side of the stairs, obviously not knowing what was happening, but he had something more important to report to his leader: "Leader!

"Our men are about to be overwhelmed! There is a staircase on the other side to go down, and you can get out of here by entering the air raid bunker! Leader, come with me!" said the colonel, who reached out to support Mussolini, who was only then to find the dead body of the Air Force Major next to Mussolini, whose face was covered in blood.

Unable to bother with the mess, he pulled Mussolini up from the floor, then took the other man's arm, took the guards with him, and went down the stairs in a panic. This is not a simple two-story building, for these anxious people, the circle of stairs is also an almost endless torture.

"Are the civilians dressed ready?" said the colonel, as he descended the stairs, asking his henchman who was following him. He had been preparing to get out of here, a few inconspicuous-looking clothes, a must-have that he had prepared for a long time in the underground bomb shelter.

Finally surrounded Mussolini to the first floor, these blackshirts found that this place had become a bloody battlefield. One by one, the people next to him fell, and after a dozen deaths, the rest finally carried Mussolini into the stairs leading to the underground air raid bunker.