Chapter 301: Confession

In less than half an hour, the German armored forces had advanced into Italian territory. Frank, who was riding on the tank, waved to Anthony. "Goodbye, Anthony, my friend. I'll treat you to a drink when you come back."

"Good luck, my friend." Looking at Anthony who was waving at them with a smile, the German soldier sitting next to Frank joked. "What you just said sounds like a death flag."

Frank asked in confusion. "What death flag?"

"Haven't you read your highness's comics? I haven't seen anyone who didn't die after setting a death flag." After hearing the explanation of the death flag, Frank couldn't help but spit. "Bah, crow's mouth, I'm going to live a hundred years."

The armored forces drove straight in, as if they were driving on their own land at a high speed, and they hardly encountered any resistance. The roadside was full of Italian defenders who were talking and laughing, as if the arrogant German soldiers were not stepping on the land they were ordered to guard.

Such a strange scene made some German recruits feel a little uneasy. "Will these Italians let us pass on purpose and then surround and annihilate us?" After all, the number of these Italian soldiers far exceeds theirs. What if these Italians suddenly attack?

The old soldier on the side laughed. "Put away your worries. Do you know why His Highness calls it the Italian army?"

The recruit shook his head in confusion. "What?"

The old soldier said proudly. "Noodle army. Noodles look hard and crisp before they are put into the pot, but they become soft and delicious after they are put into the pot. The Italian army is like their noodles. They look like that on the surface, but once the war starts, you will find that they are not that kind of material at all. But to be honest, Italian noodles are world-class delicacies. I have to taste authentic Italian noodles when I get to Rome."

The recruit breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively straightened his back. Since His Highness said it, it must be right. He was also a fanatical believer of Yannick, and had long believed that every word Yannick said was the truth.

The German army, which had been ready for battle, crossed the Italian border area. Most of the troops did not fire a single shot. Only the orders of the new queen and the new defense minister made the Italian defenders, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, surrender.

No one cared whether these Italians laid down their weapons obediently because they were loyal to the royal family or afraid of the German army's reputation.

A few Italians wanted to resist, but unfortunately they were driven out of their bunkers by German soldiers like pigs a few minutes later.

While the German army was rampaging on Italian soil, Mussolini, who was hiding in his secret villa, was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"Damn it, damn it! What on earth is going on here!!" He swore to God that his loyalty to the royal family was witnessed by the sun and the moon, and he did not dare to have the idea of ​​killing the royal family even in his dreams.

He still didn't understand why this happened. He invited the king and the crown prince to attend the military parade, but that was to show them the strength of the Italian army.

Who knew that halfway through the military parade, a few soldiers suddenly rushed to the reviewing stand like crazy, without saying a word, raised their submachine guns and fired wildly, and even threw grenades. But they seemed to be targeting the king and the crown prince, and they were taken away from the scene by the guards unscathed and fled to this secret villa.

"There must be a conspiracy here!" Soldiers at the military parade cannot use bullets. Although the guns in the soldiers' hands are real, it is absolutely forbidden to load guns and artillery used in the military parade! Moreover, before getting on the car and after arriving at the scene, all guns must be inspected to ensure that there are no bullets. This is a discipline that cannot be negotiated!

But how did those damn rebels bring so many bullets into the military parade?

There must be a powerful black hand behind all this! !

But his chief of guards reported that the rebellious soldiers had been shot on the spot, and it was impossible to find clues from them.

What made him even more terrified was that he didn't know which radio station actually reported that he ordered the murder of the king and the crown prince. Although he had ordered a quick investigation of which bastard framed him, this technical work would not produce results in a short time. Maybe when they find out, the whole world will think that he is the murderer.

"Leader Mussolini, calm down first." At this time, there were several other middle-aged men in suits in his living room, trying to persuade Mussolini to calm down.

"Asshole, how can I calm down?" Mussolini cursed rudely. Such a big black pot could kill people.

After cursing, he suddenly stared at these people with bloodshot eyes. "Could it be you who did it?"

Several middle-aged men shook their heads hurriedly. "Mr. Mussolini, we came here to make friends. We would never do such a cruel thing, nor do we have the ability to do it. You should be more suspicious of the Germans. Maybe they are the ones who framed you."

"Germans?" Mussolini thought about it and shook his head. He didn't think the Germans had any reason to do this. Although the Germans did not agree to his alliance request, their two countries have always kept their distance from each other.

No matter how much, the most important thing now is to solve this mess and find a way to clarify his innocence. "What should we do now?"

One of the middle-aged men said. "The most important thing is to control the army first. Otherwise, we should just go all out and just..."

Before he finished speaking, there was suddenly intensive gunshots outside, and Mussolini was shocked. "what's the situation?!"

His chief of guard came up and reported. "Leader, we were attacked by a group of unknown armed forces! They..."

Snapped! With the crisp sound of the glass window shattering, a ball of blood burst out from the temple of the guard captain, and he fell straight down. The people in the living room screamed and fell to the ground in fright.

"boom!"

The main entrance of the villa had been blown open by powerful explosives. A group of soldiers wearing German special forces uniforms poured in through the breach and skillfully formed a formation inside the house. Most of these special forces were equipped with MP44 assault rifles, and their firepower was far more sustained than the villa's escorts, and they were quickly overwhelmed and unable to raise their heads.

"Put down your weapons and surrender immediately! Otherwise we will throw grenades!! Give you five seconds, 5! 4! 3!..." the German noncommissioned officer leading the team shouted in standard Italian.

"Chuchuchu!!" Compared with other noodle troops, these Mussolini's escorts can be said to be the elite among the elite. They can fulfill their oath to defend the leader to the death, and immediately responded with several Beretta M1938A submachine guns. Received the surrender notice from the German non-commissioned officer.

The German special forces did not hesitate and threw several grenades directly. The loud explosions made the whole villa tremble.

After the explosion, only the painful groans of the escort soldiers were left.

After getting rid of the remaining enemies in the villa, the special forces stepped into the living room on the second floor. They looked at Mussolini and several middle-aged men lying on the floor shivering with a sneer on their lips.

The captain looked at the middle-aged men in straight suits with a sneer on his lips. "It seems that our Excellency Mussolini also has distinguished guests?! Are you British? Or Americans?"

Several middle-aged men replied tremblingly. "English, English."

"British?" the captain suddenly shouted at Mussolini, who looked pale. "Mussolini, you are so crazy! You actually colluded with the British to murder your own king?!" After saying that, he turned to look at the British. "Tell me! What benefits did your Churchill promise him to murder the king?"

"No, absolutely not!" Several people shook their heads like rattles. They came to make allies under Churchill's order. Now that such a big scapegoat is being put under the covers, Italy will definitely declare war on Britain! !

"Really?" The captain took out a shotgun from his back, loaded it with a click, and pressed the thick muzzle against the forehead of the guy in the middle.

"boom!"

Their heads exploded like watermelons, others screamed in fear, and a stench spread from the crotches of several people.

The captain pointed his gun at the bald man next to him. "It's your turn. Was it Churchill who colluded with Mussolini to kill the king?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's right." The bald man looked at the muzzle of the gun with a wisp of green smoke and a trace of minced meat hanging from it. His face turned pale with fright, and his bald head kept clicking like onions.

"It's better to say no earlier." The captain whistled, put away the shotgun, took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and threw them in front of several people, saying coldly. "I'll give you 20 minutes to memorize this confession. Come, prepare to record several confessions for them, audio and video!"

Several soldiers quickly placed cameras in front of them and also prepared recording equipment.

"What, what is going on? You, you..." Mussolini shivered and picked up the pieces of paper, which clearly stated what kind of secret treaty he had signed with British Prime Minister Churchill to kill the king. Waiting for the conspiracy, this is obviously a premeditated frame-up! !

A disdainful smile appeared on the captain's face. "It seems that our dear Mr. Mussolini hasn't figured out what's going on. Haven't you ever thought about who encouraged you to organize a military parade to invite the king, and who revealed to us the address of your secret villa? Okay? Your Highness, please be considerate of your stupid pig, so that you don’t become a fool. This is His Highness’s personal letter, read it yourself.”

Trembling, Mussolini took the letter and started reading from the beginning. The further he read, the paler his face became. In the end, it was actually whiter than the surrounding walls, and he knelt down on the ground helplessly.

The captain grabbed Mussolini by the collar and lifted him to the stool, threatening him fiercely. "Don't you like giving speeches? You have to work harder on this last speech so that we can give you a good time, otherwise you will taste what it means to live but not to die!!"