Battle of the Third Reich

A stern anti-aircraft siren sounded over the city of Rome. At this moment, whether it was a hand-cranked or electric drive, the sirens all over the city were activated, sending a signal to the citizens of emergency evacuation.

The melee in the city continues, and both sides of the battle are now exhausted, consuming a lot of ammunition and blood, but the two sides are evenly matched. The fighting was mostly carried out at a very close distance, resulting in serious casualties. Both sides did not like to keep prisoners. The severity of the fighting exceeded the expectations of the commanders.

Gendarmerie and Gendarmerie, Gendarmerie and Rebellion, Rebellion and Police, Police and Police, Police and Gendarmerie, Venice Square and the Altar of the Motherland have become a pot of soup.

As the support of both sides continued to join, both sides were wearing similar uniforms, and the identification of the enemy and the enemy on the battlefield became difficult and abnormal. Many of the dead were killed by friendly fire.

The two factions have already made a real fire, and the officers and soldiers have completely forgotten the original intention of the battle. They only want to kill the opposite **** and revenge their comrades.

Mussolini’s supporters are not as many as the coups imagined. A large number of retired veterans have been recruited from the conscriptions that were carried out in Rome before. Those who are Mussolini’s hardest supporters are willing to serve their leaders. Fight against strong enemies with ideals. Most of these who are now fighting with the military police are active soldiers stranded in the capital. In theory, these people should have returned to their troops long ago, but they stayed in the Roman city for various reasons. Many people did not want to go to Germany. People are fighting, but there is no doubt that they are all fans of the Fascist National Party.

This party is not monolithic. There are many high-ranking fascist officials in the coup d’état, but the grass-roots party members do not have so many complicated ideas. They only know that Mussolini is their leader. Now they have been murdered by treason groups. What they are doing now is to save their leaders, and also to save Italy from the shameless traitors.

It must be admitted that these people are more faithful than coups, which can be clearly contrasted in the performance of the two sides in the battle. But at this time, both the manpower and the materials of the two sides of the battle have been consumed to the bottom line. Even if the faith is still firm, it cannot withstand physical and mental fatigue. It is very common for German soldiers to fight in the street, but for Italian soldiers, it is It is a high-intensity confrontation that has never been experienced.

The battle can reach this level, the two sides have indeed tried their best, it should be thankful that these people are not equipped with heavy firepower, otherwise this core area of ​​Italy is likely to be razed to the ground by the red-eyed soldiers.

The sudden air raid alert turned into a signal to halt the battle. Both sides stopped the preparation for the next round of attack. The soldiers could finally squat behind a simple bunker and take a sip of water.

"Major, an emergency order from the command, General Galliani ordered us to retreat immediately, and the Germans have entered the city." A motorcycle commander paid a military salute, and then pulled a written order from the document bag on his chest. .

"The Germans have entered the city?!" Major Gendarmerie took the paper in surprise.

"Sorry, I don't know very well. I have to go to the next position to pass the order. Good luck, sir." The herald soldier saluted again the military salute, then twisted the throttle, and the gray-painted Piaggio motorcycle roared. Go away.

"Aren't you kidding me? My people are in the front, so let's withdraw now." Major Gendarmerie handed the order to the deputy battalion commander on the side, took off the two corner caps and threw them in front of the car. Cover.

"The soldiers don't matter, but what to do about the wounded. There are no more free vehicles. You can't leave them to those hybrids." The deputy battalion commander said anxiously.

"There are also Germans. God knows where they came from. Did the east defense line have been breached? That will not be so fast. The battle report yesterday said that the defense line is very stable."

"What should I do now." the deputy company commander asked.

"The order made us retreat to the airport, we can only obey."

"There is not even a plane there. What are we going to do there?"

"If I can understand, I am also a general. Leave two squads to cover, and first withdraw the troops, all the vehicles are left to the wounded, and everyone else runs along with the car." The major scratched his head and gave a command.

"A advance team has entered Rome?!" Major Sismond von Foster jumped from his Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle and grabbed it from the combat staff captain von Boning telegraph.

"What did the Army Command say, General Quhillel was indifferent to this?" The commander of the 26th Infantry Division of the German Army angrily ruffled the telegram.

"This involves issues between services, and the commander may have some concerns." Major von Koch reminded.

"You can’t make this happen to the head of state. Don’t forget that they are also members of the National Defense Forces, and their success is also the honor of the entire German Empire." It was Colonel Manger who was the commander of the SS field. , A **** Nazi party member, this time he brought a regiment directly from Berlin, responsible for the security operations in the occupied area.

"You are right. Colonel, I'm a little too excited." The major general readily admitted the mistake and began to worry that Manger would make a small report to his insidious superior.

Now there are some staff officers in the Army who have dual roles as SS and Army. They have replaced the annoying national socialist supervisors and assumed the task of monitoring and regulating the internal thinking of the army. It is a bit like the east. Political commissars, but they do not have as much authority as the other party.

During the war, controlling the minds of the soldiers was not a bad thing, and the generals and marshals raised their hands in favor of this. The reason they were disgusted by thought leaders was that although they were officers, they were ordered by the Prime Minister’s Office, Martin Ballman, and they were accustomed to catching wind and shadows while handling cases. Not a small shock.

Now all these officers are selected and appointed by the headquarter. They are directly responsible for the headquarter, they usually monitor the thoughts of the soldiers and officers, and resolutely obey the orders of the superior officers during the battle.

"The Second Battalion of the Seventy-seventh Regiment is following the 21st Armored Regiment. They have now reached the periphery of the city of Rome, less than ten kilometers from the city center." Captain Boning reminded on the side, indicating that the army had not fallen too far far.

"Order the seventy-seventh regiment to accelerate, and connect me to the twenty-one armored regiment regiment. We need their full cooperation." Major General Foster pointed to the signal soldiers and ordered them.

"I believe Colonel Godin knows what to do." von Koch echoed.

"Golding must have exploded." The major general glanced at the SS colonel with the corner of his eyes, and then he smoothed the telegraph in his hands and folded it into a pocket in his chest.

"That group of air force and navy guys stole our honor." Lieutenant Sparlu threw a punch on the armor plate.

"Lieutenant Colonel Dreyer, Commander of the First Battalion of the Seventy-seventh Regiment, asked to speak with you."

"It seems that they have also been notified, take it over." The captain rubbed his wrist, and then straightened the headset on his head.

"Bison, here is a blacksmith, can you hear clearly?" A man's voice came from the headphones.

"Here is the bison. Hear it very clearly. Please tell me the blacksmith."

"You have received the order from the superior, you are done."

"Yes, I have received a notice from my superior. It's done."

"Now I have a plan to be able to redeem our honor as much as possible. It needs your cooperation and it is completed."

"The superior has ordered us to obey your command. It's over." Sparru supported the wall of the command tower and turned to look at the rear team.

"Very well, my plan is very simple, and I will directly enter the center of Rome. I estimate that I might encounter fierce resistance when occupying the Venetian Palace, so I need the cover of the armored forces."

"Second to follow your instructions, finished." Spalu replied loudly.

"Very good, keep the contact open, Bison."

"Bison obeyed, finished." Sparru turned his face and sat back inside the turret with a long breath.

"Fortunately, the occupation of the Italian Prime Minister's Office is also a good topic." The company commander said to the gunner.

"It sounds great, isn't it." the driver said excitedly.

"We may encounter resistance from the Italian Army. We don't understand this city. Street fighting is not good for us." Sergeant Rem said.

"With the cooperation of the infantry of the seventy-seventh regiment, the battle will be smooth. If we are in a dilemma, we can also throw Rem away. He is not always saying that he can defeat a dozen Italians," Lieutenant Sparru took a smile. The subordinates made fun.

ps: Thank you for your understanding. I sent the first chapter today, followed by the second chapter after the meal. It may be later, please wait. (To be continued.)