Battle of the Third Reich

"There is no time, all the remaining documents are moved to the garden and burned." The court secretary put some of the most important documents in a portable file cabinet, and then threw the key of the confidential room to the desk. on.

"Please, Your Excellency, can you take them with you." Secretary Miss Rosanna's voice was crying.

"The car can't fit so many people. Rest assured, the Germans won't embarrass them." Earl Bellander reached out and patted the lover's cheek gently. Several court guards pushed the trolley into the confidential room and began to move the documents out in bundles.

On weekdays, the charming and charming female secretaries, like a group of frightened deer, stood panicking in the corner of the house, and the timid little had begun to sob softly.

"Miss, don't stand silly, you are all fired, and each escapes." The Earl finished and lifted the file cabinet, dragging Rosanna hurried out of the room.

The Quirinal Palace has been in a mess. I don’t know what went wrong. The headquarters did not notify the king of the German army’s entry into the city. When they found this mistake, the German tank troops had entered the Roman gladiator. field.

The vanguard of Germany was less than two kilometers from the palace. After learning of this news, Emmanuel III almost committed a heart attack on the spot. The king has no energy to say nonsense. What he can do now is to escape as soon as possible. As a monarch, he must not fall into the hands of the enemy. Even if the German wouldn't hurt him, he couldn't bear the humiliation of being captured. He didn't want to be treated like a German barbarian like a circus monkey.

"Badoglio is such a stupid man. I fell in love with him." Emmanuel III hurried down the stairs surrounded by the guards. When he lost his soul, he almost stepped on the air. Fortunately, the guards Long-eyed hands quickly grabbed his arm, so that there was no scene of the king rolling the stairs.

"Your Majesty, the car is ready, we can go to a foreign embassy to take refuge." Colonel Paul helped the king into the Alfa Romeo 6c convertible.

"No, the road to the embassy area has been sealed, and the Germans are now approaching the altar of the motherland." The driving guard reported.

"Damn" Colonel Paul patted a chair back.

"Cross the river, cross the Tvere river from the Emmanuel II bridge." The king said aloud.

"Go to the Vatican?" Colonel Paul's eyes lit up.

"Your Majesty is indeed wise, there is no place in the world that is more suitable for the king to take refuge than the Holy City. Even if the Germans are strong, they will never dare to venture into the Vatican to search."

"Drive, let's start first and let others follow."

"The car to pick up the queen has not come back."

"It's too late to wait for her, just leave someone here to inform her." The king patted the driver's seat.

"Drive fast, we are running out of time."

"The king has evacuated the palace, and his whereabouts are unknown now. There are only some low-level waiters and court guards in the Quirinale palace. When the dispatched gendarmes arrived, they found that some of the people left were being robbed by fire. , To move the furniture and accessories in the palace out.” Major Gendarmerie Baron Galinia, holding the door of the car, reported to Badogrio in the car.

"They will be punished, everyone." Badogrio said, frowning according to his heart.

"Marshal, let's go first. I will deal with the matter in my hand and I will catch up immediately."

"Everything is careful. If you can't, you can surrender to the Germans."

"Relax, Marshal, I know what to do." Baron Galinia saluted a military salute to Badogrio, then closed the door hard.

"The driver is driving fast!" the Gendarmerie Major General patted the roof.

"Is the train station still in our hands?" Bonomi asked the secretary beside him at the door.

"No further information, I can't guarantee it." The secretary replied respectfully.

"It's a difference of twelve hours. If we were given half a day, it wouldn't make sense now." The former interior minister watched the driver stuff two heavy suitcases into the trunk.

"We went to the airport and it's still too late."

"But there are no more planes at the airport."

"I have prepared a small transport plane long ago, parked in a civilian hangar, enough to take six people. I also transferred a battalion gendarmerie to the airport to guard, and should be able to insist until we arrive." Bonomi sat. Entering the car, the secretary closed the door for him.

"I forgot to inform Firion to water my flowers." The former interior minister said from the car window probe.

"I have notified you, sir." The secretary opened the car door and sat in the position of co-pilot.

"Thank you, Luciano, I don't know what to do without you." Bonomi reached out and patted the secretary's shoulder.

"This piece used to be the center of Rome, and of course it is now. Look at the remains of these temples. Imagine that Caesar stood at the place where I am standing two thousand years ago, watching the Roman legion of Mallorca from this one. Walking across the street." The German captain stood on the ruins of the ruins, watching the Erlian 38t tank crunching past the ancient stone road.

"For an archaeologist, this kind of scene is simply a crime, but as a soldier, I am proud and glorious of the scene before me."

"Company commander, the second platoon encountered some trouble in Venice Square. The commander told us to rush over to support it immediately." The radio soldier interrupted the boss's feelings with a walkie-talkie.

"Tell them to pay attention to keeping the distance, don't rush too fast." The captain took the walkie-talkie.

"Ludwick, did you see that flower bed? You took the machine gun group to set up positions over there. The entire row of firepower will cover you. You must first suppress the firepower point on the third floor window." The second row commander Bao Lieutenant Elt shouted in the ear of the leader of the machine gun.

"Understood, sir."

"Wait for my order to fire at the window! Okay, you rush, hurry up." The platoon leader took a shot of the leader of the machine gun, and then picked up the mp40 and shot at the window of the Venetian Palace.

Mussolini's guards and a few supporters are now occupying this ancient fortress, with a strong automatic firepower, struggling to resist the German attack. Although the design of the Breda m30 machine gun in Italy itself is problematic, only 20 rounds of bullets can be loaded in the fixed magazine. After the bullets are polished, they must be loaded freehand, and they are laughed at by soldiers as large semi-automatic rifles. However, the quantity here offset the quality defects. Under the cross fire of eight m30 machine guns, the flying bullets were as dense as raindrops. The lethality of the 6.5 mm round head bullets launched at this distance was still very impressive. .

The German infantry platoon accidentally rushed to the front of the armored forces because of their eagerness to win. They almost suffered a big loss without knowing the layout of the Venetian Palace. Fortunately, the Italian soldiers were too nervous, and the early shooting exposed the firepower point. If they endure the Germans approaching and then firing, the German infantry platoon may be annihilated.

But the war can never go back. Italian soldiers are now paying for their recklessness.

"We can only attack buildings above three floors. We can't destroy the Venetian Palace. There are a lot of important documents." Lieutenant Sparlu shouted at the infantry company commander.

"I also understand that the orders we received were the same. Did you see the tower? The Italians had machine gun firepoints inside. Can your 37mm gun kill them?" The captain stood in the motherland At the corner of the altar, there was only one communication group beside him.

"We can give it a try, Captain." Sparu drilled back into the command tower, and his two tanks lined up in two rows on the east side of the altar of the motherland.

"Please take your people back a little bit further, Captain. It's not safe here." Sparru cautiously leaned out his head and shouted. Now the straight line distance between his tank and the Venetian Palace is less than three hundred meters, completely Exposed to the Italian shooter's range.

The emergence of German tanks caused panic among the Italian defenders. They took up all the weapons in their hands and opened fire on the German tanks, but they could only spark sparks on the 38t rivet-filled armor plate. The jingling of the car body pounded.

"Aim at the first floor of the tower for perforation." Spalu ordered, and the gunner signaled that he was ready.

"Fire!" Shparu shouted into the microphone.

In an instant, four towed cannonballs fired out of the barrel. At this distance, the trajectory was completely straight. In a fraction of a second, the 37-mm high-speed projectile crossed a distance of 260 meters. Was chiseled on the brick wall of the square tower.

This tower was originally used for military purposes and uses the same materials as the main building. It can be said that it was built quite strong.

It is a pity that it is now encountering the latest modern weapons. This wall is almost incapable of resisting in front of the 37-mm artillery shells. The warhead easily broke the bricks and immediately ignited the delayed fuze in the city. 30 Doc's charge volume doesn't sound like much, but it is enough to set off a steel rainstorm in a confined space.

"Play well, continue shooting." Spalu shouted happily.

So the four tanks in the front row were another round of salvo. The warhead accurately cut four large holes in the tower again, perhaps hitting the ammunition stored in the tower, so a very spectacular happened on the second floor of the tower The martyrdom, broken windows and various messy objects scattered on the side streets. This floor was like a huge holiday fireworks spraying flames around.

"It's awesome. It's the top floor. Continue shooting." Lieutenant Sparru exclaimed excitedly.

"Wait a minute, sir, look quickly." Sergeant Rem reminded loudly.

"The window on the corner of the third floor, they shot a white flag, sir, the Italian surrendered." The radio operator cheered loudly.

At 3:47 pm on October 28, the guards of the Venetian Palace stopped their resistance and raised a white flag to surrender to the German Wehrmacht.

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