Battle of the Third Reich

The citizens of Rome were not prepared to face the war at all. They believed in Mussolini’s promise that the great city of Rome would never be involved in war as long as he remained in the city.

The great Roman city is not without sinking. This ancient city with countless wealth in European history has been looted many times by foreign enemies. The ruins of the broken Roman temple in the city center are the most powerful remnants of the holocaust it has experienced. evidence of.

Is Rome going to be destroyed by the war again, where is Mussolini, where is our army, and the citizens are hiding in their homes, listening to the dense gunshots in the city, and their hearts are full of fear.

The city was not prepared for war at all. Although Lieutenant Luceni had read the relevant information before, he was still very surprised when he witnessed it with his own eyes.

Lucchini had participated in the French campaign, drove a Stuka dive bomber to perform 69 combat missions, and received the first-class Iron Cross medal awarded by the air force.

After the battle, the Air Force lieutenant likes to ride a motorcycle through French towns and takes a camera to record the local customs and customs. This is quite worthy of his bloodline.

Lucieni has seen the most complicated and strong urban defense positions in France. Since the Revolution, the French have a glorious tradition of building urban barricades. They even have experts to guide them, educating citizens on how to use sandbags, furniture and other messes Debris, stacked into usable infantry bunkers.

However, when the German convoy entered the city of Rome, there was no decent military bunker along the way. There were no shelters or sandbags on both sides of the street. The city did not look like it was going to fight.

Don't look at the chaos in the old city of Rome, but the traffic command facilities in the city are still running. The loyal Roman traffic police did not leave the post. They stood in the command kiosk in the middle of the street, staring at the hung dagger The German convoy drove past the red light.

"Hey, I'm right, Cristiano." The police officer shook his companion's arm and shouted loudly.

"It should be the same as what I saw, Benedetto, but I suspect I was wrong." Cristiano's face was also amazed.

"That's a swastika, right, Cristiano."

"It looks right, Benedetto."

"The car is full of German soldiers, right, Cristiano."

"Yes, I still saw the machine gun, Benedetto."

The two policemen looked at each other for a few seconds, then rushed towards the telephone in the traffic box.

"The Germans have entered the city and they must report to their superiors immediately." Benedetto shook the handle of the magnet phone vigorously.

"Let me make a phone call first, and before I leave the house, I will take the little Maria to Mrs. Goleta next door." Cristiano held the phone receiver.

"Just now we seemed to have rushed across a traffic post, Lieutenant." Corporal Ruhr glanced at the reflector.

"Don't care about this, keep going, just walk along this avenue, don't turn, or we will definitely get lost." Lieutenant Luccheni shouted at Corporal Ruhr.

"You have reminded you three times, Lieutenant, you make me nervous." The Air Force Corporal held the steering wheel with both hands and tried his best to make the Fiat run in the middle of the road.

"These old houses made me feel uncomfortable, and I was worried that I would be ambushed." Ruhr looked at the three or four-storey residential houses on both sides. Some of these ancient apartments were built in the middle of the nineteenth century, and still remain half Style more than a century ago.

"It's impossible for Italians to react so quickly, trust me." Lucchini turned to comfort the driver.

"Be careful, there is a roadblock ahead!" Ruhr shouted loudly.

The Air Force Lieutenant turned back quickly and found that the front side of the highway was blocked by trucks, leaving only a lane in the middle of the road for a car to pass through.

"Speed ​​up!" Lucchini quickly pulled the pistol from the holster.

"It looks like the Italian police!" Ruhr saw several Italian police officers with rifles standing in front of the barricade. One of them held a quick sign and shook his arm to make a gesture of stopping immediately.

"Don't they see our flag?" Corporal Ruhr froze for a moment, not knowing how to deal with it.

"It seems that the hard break is no longer enough to stop the convoy behind." Luccheni saw five or six Italian policemen behind the barricade, pushing a three-wheeled motorcycle in the middle of the gap.

"Let's drive some distance further." Lucchini ordered.

"What the **** are you going to do, Lieutenant." Ruhr looked at his chief in surprise.

"I think I can talk to them and prepare the troops for combat. If the situation is not right, I will immediately attack. Don't worry about my safety. Okay, just stop here."

"I also speak Italian. Let me talk to them. You are the commander of the army. You shouldn't take this risk." Ruhr stopped the car and immediately pulled the ensign's sleeve.

"Do you know what to talk to them? Because I am the commander, I should take this risk even more. I brought everyone here. I have the responsibility to solve the trouble in front of me. Don't forget that we still have tasks to complete. Rest assured, our large force is behind, and these people don’t dare to take care of us. If I have anything unexpected, the force is under the command of Lieutenant Frederick, have you heard it clearly?" Lucchini looked to the back seat. Two signal soldiers.

"Follow your orders, immediately communicate your order, Lieutenant." A communications officer reported on the walkie-talkie.

"Very well, I've passed." Lucchini closed the pistol's insurance, reinserted the holster, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, pushed the door open, and walked out of the car.

"Don't shoot." Lucchini shouted in Italian, raising his light blue handkerchief high.

"Don't fire!" The Italian police officer of the team leader quickly pressed the barrel of his subordinate.

The police chief also discovered the identity of the visitor at this time, and the police lieutenant immediately shocked him with cold sweat. He thought that it was just a group of rebels supporting the rebels, but he did not expect that it was a group of Germans who stopped him. It's like catching a lion in a rabbit trap, watching the hunter's snack become a prey.

While Lucheni was parking, the lieutenant colonel was still thinking about whether to retreat or fight against the Germans. He only brought more than 30 police officers equipped with rifles, and each person carried only 50 rounds of rifles. Bullets, once the two sides started to exchange fire, I don't know how many people here can be lucky to survive.

Seeing a German officer step down from the car made the Italian police officer rekindled hope that the Germans did not launch an attack, which means that the other party did not want to be rude and wanted to negotiate with himself.

"Hi! Reinhardt! Good afternoon, gentlemen, I'm Lucheni, Lieutenant of the Luftwaffe." Lucheni walked to the Italian police officer, put his handkerchief back in his pocket, and then gave a clean hand gesture. .

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare, Italian National Police." The Lieutenant Colonel returned with a hand raised.

"Why do you come here, Mr. Lieutenant. If I remember correctly, our two countries are fighting." The Lieutenant Colonel tried hard to make a majestic and stable look, and he could not be in a small Germany anyway. The lieutenant lost face in front of him.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you too much, Lieutenant Colonel, this involves military secrets. Too much knowledge is not good for your health." Lucheni said with a smile.

"You are fluent in Italian, Lieutenant Lucene, wait a second," Lieutenant Colonel frowned.

"Yes, you are right. I am a grandfather and an Italian. Whoever has a cigarette on his body, can you give me one? I just finished smoking on the road." The German Lieutenant said his identity without scruples. .

Several Italian police officers on the side quickly turned up their pockets and rushed to Luccheni. The Air Force Lieutenant looked down, picked a pack of brands he hadn't seen before, and pulled a cigarette out of it.

"Thank you." Lucheni nodded politely. The police officer was flattered and said he was not polite. At the same time, he took out the lighter attentively to light up the German lieutenant.

"It’s a good smoke. I like Italian cigarettes. Okay, Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare. Let’s just say it. There are seven car soldiers behind me, half of them are SS Stormtroopers. I believe you should understand that it is Someone. You can’t resist our attack. This battle is meaningless. You all have family, parents, wives, and children. They don’t want to see you here in vain. This war is coming It's over, our African legion has landed on the coast, and the city will surely fall," Lucheni said loudly to the police.

"What exactly do you want, Lieutenant Lucene." Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare asked.

"I hope you will surrender to us, and the Germans will abide by the Geneva Conventions and guarantee your personal safety." Luccheni replied solemnly.

"I will not give this order, Lieutenant, the Italian National Police will swear to death"

"Then be ready to fight, Lieutenant Colonel. Before that, I hope you look back at your subordinates and their lives are now in your hands."

"I understand what you mean, second lieutenant, but you seem to have forgotten, you are in my hands now." Gaspari said fiercely.

"I have issued an order before, once you refuse to lay down your weapons, they will immediately attack, don't underestimate professional soldiers, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. German officials are always ready to sacrifice for the Third Reich." Lucchini lifted up. Over.

"Don't forget that you are also Italian." The police lieutenant said anxiously.

"I am an officer of the Luftwaffe, and I have read an oath to your Excellency the Head of State." The Air Force Lieutenant replied coldly.

"The Germans are ready to attack." A police officer exclaimed at this moment when he saw a group of German soldiers jumping off the truck.

"It seems your time is running out, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Okay, okay, Lieutenant, I agreed to lay down the weapons. We surrendered, and all put down the guns. This is my order!" Gaspare couldn't hold on any more, and he quickly turned around and gave the surrender order.

At first he was worried that his men would resist, and then he found that these police officers had not hesitated to put down the rifle in his hand, and his face also showed a relief expression.

Witnessing the performance of his subordinates, the police lieutenant colonel secretly rejoiced. If they really fight, how can they fight against the powerful German army with this sparse morale.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I'm glad you made a wise decision." Lucchini took the pistol handed over from Gaspare, then reached out and shook hands with the police lieutenant colonel, then turned to face the convoy Waving his arm in the direction, he signaled that he had solved the problem here.

"Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare, there are still some things I want to discuss with you." Lucchini turned back and said to the Lieutenant Colonel.

"I listen, Lieutenant Lucene." Lieutenant Colonel Gaspare's attitude changed quickly, and he had begun to learn how to be a model captive.

"Do you know the airport? Is there any way to go nearby."

"I know how many lines there are, Mr. Ensign, one of my men may have a better understanding of this, and I can call him over." Gaspare replied.

"Very good, wait a minute, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. I don’t know if you are interested, to cooperate with our German army. We need to know that we urgently need someone like you who is familiar with the city of Rome to cooperate with our occupation. Hope you can think about it I personally feel that this is also protecting the city and its residents in disguise. If local officials cooperate, it can avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and conflicts."

Lucchini smiled and took a cigarette from Gaspare. From the twinkling eyes of the lieutenant colonel, the police chief was very moved by this suggestion.

ps: Finally caught up, thank you for your consideration. (To be continued.)