The Germans raided a villa on the outskirts of Rome, which was not good news for all the Italian high-ranking people, and His Majesty quickly summoned all the ministers he could find, including Mussolini, to ask if the Germans would invade Rome and take control of all of Italy.

After Mussolini insisted that it was a small German force, several prominent Italian supporters of independence finally relented. However, they still demanded that Mussolini arrange for trustworthy troops to enter Rome and increase the number of guards around their residences.

After agreeing to these requests, Mussolini finally left the king's residence, feeling that the current situation was very bad, but he was still full of hope for his future. Even the rout of the border troops never made him so depressed, but the fall of that villa made him feel that the crisis was coming.

"There are more than 300 mines planted on the road around the villa to the top of the hill! I have deployed a reinforced battalion there, and that's more than 600 men!" Mussolini's henchman, who was in charge of the villa, bowed his head, waiting for his superiors to lash out. He knew he had screwed things up, and that it was irreparable.

"I don't want to know how you messed things up, I just know that you messed it up!" Mussolini complained angrily: "The American envoy was on my chassis and was wiped out by the German troops...... If you were the U.S. government, would this account be in my head?"

In fact, what he feared most was not the blame of the Americans, but the fact that the United States had given up its plan to support Italy because of this raid. This is the real fatal question, once the United States abandons Italy, then how long can Italy, a country with weak combat effectiveness, struggle under the iron fist of the German army?

Thinking of this, Mussolini gritted his teeth, he knew that he had no way out, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to move forward: "You go, notify all ports, seize the Germans' goods, including those sent to Israel! Order the navy to blockade all sea areas...... Also, bring all my staff members over and go. ”

"Yes, Mr. Leader, I'll do it, and if there are no other instructions, then I'll go out first!" Seeing Mussolini waving his hand impatiently, the henchman nodded quickly and exited Mussolini's office.

Mussolini, who was in the room, changed his face. He whispered, "If it weren't for the fact that I really don't have anyone to use, I would have killed you idiot a long time ago!"

After scolding his indisputable subordinate, he grabbed the phone and dialed the officer's office of the guard unit downstairs: "Hey, I'm Mussolini, raise the guards around my office by another level, and double the strength of the troops! If necessary, arrange anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns and iron fist bazookas......"

"Yes, Leader, I'll send another battalion of troops from the Capital Defense Force to put a guard around your office!" said the officer in charge of Mussolini's security on the other side of the phone.

Hearing this assurance, Mussolini was slightly relieved. He looked at the map on the wall that had been expanding since he came to power, and sighed helplessly. Libya's oil exploitation rights, transportation roads, and even tax rights were bought by the Germans at low prices, so what difference does this vast colony make between wanting and not?

Seeing the chaos of the situation, the Balkans where the daily death of the man, and the place where he, the leader of Italy, was abandoned without food, he did get a part of the Balkan land, but because of this, he fell into the never-ending harassment of the local guerrillas, and could not get out at all.

"I just want to make my country strong, is it so heinous?" Mussolini complained again, in his opinion, he was only seeking normal means to make his country strong. Not so long ago, everyone did this, oscillating back and forth between the great powers, constantly using alliances and betrayals to their advantage.

But in just a few decades, the two world wars have changed everything, and now uniting allies requires more strategic vision than ever before, and it is less likely to change easily. Everything in the world has changed, becoming bloodier, more cruel and colder.

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While Mussolini was melancholy in his office, German paratroopers were huddled under enemy machine guns. Not all Italians were obedient slaves, and a real fierce battle broke out between the local defenders and the German paratroopers who had come to occupy this important strategic airfield.

"Battalion commander, the 2nd company in the east has been suppressed by the anti-aircraft machine guns! Their firepower is too fierce, and we have no way to make a breakthrough in the east. A signal soldier with a radio on his back lay beside Borol and loudly reported the news that had just been delivered.

They had attempted to establish an offensive siege in the vicinity, but the Italian defenders at the airfield surprisingly refused to surrender and attempted to return fire on any attack. The opponent had plenty of ammunition and was quite well prepared, so the Germans did not have a very good way to take this airfield with a ring defense position for a while.

"Hell, who said that this airborne landing in Italy was a happy trip?" Borol observed the distance with his binoculars, and kept firing at the nearby Italian anti-aircraft gun batteries built on high platforms, and complained: "I should have brought a paratrooper fighting vehicle with me, instead of giving up so much heavy equipment in order to load more paratroopers." ”

This time, in order to achieve the maximum and maximum range of airborne paratroopers and quickly occupy the largest area of Italian territory, the German paratroopers did not carry a large number of heavy weapons, 75 mm multi-purpose infantry guns and paratrooper fighting vehicles did not accompany the troops, they only had individual weapons such as grenades and explosives packs.

The Germans did achieve their desired tactical objectives, and the number of paratroopers was increased as a result. So in the first 10 hours after the start of the war, the German paratroopers took control of the vast northern part of Italy, preparing for the rapid advance of the German ground forces.

"Take a squad of soldiers and attack another 30 meters from that direction!Can you do it? I will support you with all the firepower I can find, at that distance, establish a forward machine-gun position, and then use it to disperse the enemy's fire, and I will attack here!" Borol commanded the one-armed Donner beside him.

Donner immediately nodded, turned around and shouted loudly: "1 company, 2 platoons and 1 squad of soldiers, follow me! Let these Italians see how powerful we are!"

Although he only had one hand, the name of the one-armed Donner was known to everyone in the entire paratrooper battalion. His hand was lost in Damanhur, but there he found a temperament, a temperament about a soldier. Standing there now, one can feel that unusual majesty, a texture that is somewhat inconsistent with his age.

"Machine guns! Fire at enemy fire points! Suppress enemy weapons! Our men are ready to attack!" the commander of the 1st Company shouted loudly to a machine gun group not far away, leaning against the wall of a foxhole.

The shooter who put the butt of the G42 machine gun against his shoulder nodded his head at his company commander, and then the machine gun in his hand vibrate, and the chain seemed to be drawn into the body of the gun by some force, and the scattered shell casings fell to the ground through the shell throwing window. The tongues of fire of the machine guns were continuously sprayed, and tracer bullets were mixed in the rain of bullets and flew towards the target in the distance.

"Attack!" Seeing that the Italians' fire was suppressed, Donner leapt out from behind cover, waving his already bare wrist and shouting to his comrades.

With his shout, more than a dozen German paratroopers jumped up from their hiding place, and they tried to keep their bodies as low as possible, carrying their weapons, and rushed towards their target in the face of the enemy's dense rain of bullets. Some were hit by bullets and struggled to roll to the ground, while the rest continued to rush forward to complete their sacred mission.

"Sniper! can you take out the gunner at that point of fire? That machine-gun position is a serious threat. Seeing that someone was being hit by a bullet while the Donner's side was attacking, Borol was so anxious that he turned around and loudly questioned the sniper behind him.

"I'm firing! it's not a good distance!" replied the sniper, not taking his eyes off the riflescope, he focused on his prey and then shot the prey with life. His hands were so steady that he didn't even tremble in the slightest when he held the gun.

"Phew!" With the sound of a gunshot, the constant fire on the very threatening machine-gun position stopped flickering. After firing a dozen rounds at that machine-gun position in a row, the sniper seemed to have finally completed his combat mission at this moment.

There was a brief pause in the fire of the Italians, so the momentum of the German offensive became fierce in an instant, and these heroic German paratroopers shouted the slogan Damanhur and frantically approached the Italian position. Eventually, they got close enough distance, enough distance for them to show their courage.

"Damanhur! Attack!" Borol saw that the enemy's fire was partially suppressed by the machine-gun positions set up by Donner protruding from the flank, and decisively gave the order to attack. So hundreds of Germans jumped out of their bunkers and began to rush towards the Italians opposite.