1041 Building Chaos

readx(); In the circular block composed of several buildings close to the city center, the only counterattack against the German troops broke out in the entire city of Rome. A group of Italian soldiers in black shirts frantically used their hands weapons and opened fire on the German infantry trying to approach the building. .dt

The bullet hit the wall, the corner of the roadside, and the ground, splashing a cloud of white smoke. At the window on the second floor of the building, the Italian defenders formed a cross-fire of machine guns, blocking all the roads for the German attack. Some people also used furniture and other things to lay across the sides of the road and set up simple barricades.

These black shirts are a firm force loyal to Mussolini, and their combat effectiveness is relatively strong in the whole of Italy. Moreover, these people are not afraid of sacrifice, and dare to compete head-on with the powerful German army in this desperate time.

"Bah! Bah!" Hearing the gunshots outside the window, Mussolini sat behind his desk with a blank expression on his face. He knew that his time was running out. After all, the black shirt army that could really fight was only a few thousand people. When the German tanks and armored vehicles drive nearby, these troops with only light weapons will be wiped out in an instant.

While he was thinking wildly, the terrible sound of machine guns equipped by the Germans, like tearing linen, finally rang out in the distant neighborhood. The dense sound made his hands tremble slightly. This was the first time he had heard the sound of this weapon called the Akado saw, and he recognized it right away because it was unique.

"It's just like the description, it really is dense gunshots, and you can't tell how many shots have been fired." Mussolini murmured, closing his eyes, as if trying to calm himself down. But the gunfire outside became more intense, making his already chaotic heart beat faster.

The German army seemed to be very dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of the force blocking their attack. The surrounding gunfire became more intensive. A group of German soldiers tried to capture a building occupied by the Italian black shirt army. A fierce battle broke out between the two sides. Full of corpses of black shirt soldiers, the German army fought all the way from the first floor to the highest seventh floor, and it took a lot of money to drive these stubborn guys out of the building.

After losing a building, the gap in the defense line of the black shirt army was even greater, and some blocks were isolated, unable to retreat or reinforce. The fighting soon escalated, and the Germans brought in a few tanks from the armored units outside the city, and the real hard times for the defenders began.

With the firing of a tank, a huge gap was opened in the wall of a building, and broken stones flew everywhere. This century-old building was destroyed by a tank shell. Those wall sculptures by famous artists, as well as the grotesque monster decoration on the roof, all peeled off with the vibration, and fell to the ground into worthless rubble.

Some black shirts tried to counterattack the German tanks,

However, they were brave and quickly sieved by the front heading machine gun of the German Panther tank. These poor people who only have rifles and simple guns can only flee in embarrassment under the flames of MG42 machine guns, without the ability to fight back at all.

"Mr. Leader! The German army has occupied several nearby buildings, and our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties..." The air force major broke into Mussolini's office with a pistol in hand. Far less decent than when he left just now.

The poor navy captain was already crazy, just sitting there on the chair outside the door. He passed by this lunatic when he came in, but the other party didn't even have an eye interest. The poor madman kept muttering, repeating the sentence: "Why, why did the fleet mutiny?"

Mussolini didn't comment on the war, he just laughed suddenly, and then said: "You come to us to resist seriously, and the Germans are also very difficult to fight, right? Why can't those armies be like these armies, take the Germans? What about people blocking the border defense line?"

If every army is willing to fire back, it is impossible for the Italy led by Mussolini to end in such a tragic end in two days. It's a pity that there are few such resistances at all, and most of them are so weak.

"Leader! Let's go! Choose some people, bring money, and hide in the suburbs...they can't find you!" The major of the Air Force is loyal, and until now, he wants 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, asking an irrelevant question that made the air force major a little confused. This question was a bit strange and very sudden, and the air force major couldn't help but froze for a moment after hearing this: "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 stains on his face with his hands, but he didn't know it himself, which made his face even more sloppy.

"You really shouldn't know that you were very young at that time... We used to have a stronger ally in Germany." Mussolini seemed to be nostalgic for his past. He stood up as he said, and walked to his The confidant took out a handkerchief and wiped the stains on his face: "That man's name is Adolf Hitler."

He threw the dirty handkerchief on the floor, and then continued to talk to himself: "This Hitler is my German ally... It is a pity that he failed. Defeated! At that time, I felt that I might have lost a real friend."

Outside the window, German soldiers had already started firing at the building they were in. The bullets shattered the windows on the first floor, and the tanks, under the cover of infantry, had aimed their cannons at the building. At any time, the German army may rush into this building, but the black shirt soldiers downstairs are still using their flesh and blood to buy some time for Mussolini as much as possible.

This kind of time is not a good time for nostalgia. The air force major with a pistol is sticking to the window, looking down at the situation on the battlefield. It happened that some soldiers in the yard were smashed into a sieve by the machine guns on the German tanks, and then limp on the lawn.

He knew that this was the last chance, so he quickly took Mussolini's arm with the other hand, and while pulling it outward, he said, "Leader, you must get out of here! Let's go to the basement and take the air defense. Bunker, you will be able to leave this encirclement soon! Believe me, as long as I have one breath, I will protect your safety!"

Mussolini was obviously unwilling to cooperate, but he didn't struggle violently either. He was used to this involuntary state, and he had been in this inexplicable state since several days ago. So the two came to the door and opened the door of the office.

Unexpectedly, the mad colonel stood there, holding his own gun in his hand. Before the air force major could react, the lunatic raised his hand and shot the air force major in the head. Blood spattered Mussolini's face, causing him to fall to the floor with a muffled bang.

"No one can betray! Hahaha! The fleet is still ours! The fleet is still ours! Long live the leader!" He waved his pistol and screamed loudly in front of the terrified Mussolini. The guard outside the door heard the gunshots in the room, and rushed in. The scene in front of him opened fire without saying a word. Before Mussolini could say anything, the mad colonel was hit by bullets. became a sieve.

Blood sprayed Mussolini's face again, and then he was surrounded by a group of black shirts. He did not recover, and was asked various questions by a group of people: "Leader, what happened?" "Isn't he crazy? Why did he shoot?" "We have to get out of here, Mr. Leader... are you leaving here?"

Before Mussolini could answer these questions, the blood-stained army colonel quickly ran over from the stairs. He obviously didn't know what happened, but he had more important things to report to his leader : "Leader! Something is wrong, the German army has already entered the corridor on the first floor!"

"Our people are about to lose their hold! There is another staircase on the other side where you can go down, and you can leave here after entering the air defense bunker! Leader, come with me!" The army colonel reached out to support Mussory as he spoke. Ni, at this time he found the dead body of the air force major next to Mussolini, whose face was covered in blood.

Regardless of worrying about messy things, he pulled Mussolini up from the floor, then took the other's arm, and led the guards down the stairs in a panic. This is not a simple two-story building. For these anxious people, the round and round stairs are also a kind of almost endless torture.

"Are the civilian clothes ready?" The colonel asked his confidant who was following him as he went downstairs. He has been making preparations to leave here, a few sets of inconspicuous clothes, which are the must-haves for the underground air-raid bunker prepared a long time ago.

After finally crowding Mussolini to the first floor, these black shirt soldiers realized that this place had become a bloody battlefield. The people around him fell one by one, and after more than a dozen died, the remaining people finally helped Mussolini into the stairs leading to the underground air-raid bunker.