Chapter 1043

Mussolini looked at some complacent Garibaldi in front of him. An inexplicable anger burst out from his body. He bit his teeth and yelled at the guy who seemed to be a little successful: "you bastard! If you didn't get in the way, Italy would have quit the war with dignity! How many people will have peace? I just want to seek the best interests for the motherland, and you? You don't know anything, fool! You have ruined Italy's hope of a peaceful exit from the war! It's ruined

He has been working hard for the strength of Italy all his life. In the eyes of outsiders, he may be a despicable and unscrupulous dictator, but he does have the position and dream of a generation of old Italian politicians. Sadly, these dreams and positions let him only choose his own road, and push him further and further on this road.

For the sake of Italy, or in Mussolini's opinion, all his efforts for Italy are right. For the sake of this persistence and ideal, he is willing to take risks and give up the fame and fortune that he can get. It sounds very tall, but behind his back, it's just something different that he pursues.

Hitler is a vegetarian. Himmler is even called a model husband by people familiar with his private life. When racism is regarded as animal hunting, these lunatics even bring the gas room in the concentration camp to the dinner table for discussion. When they didn't commit a crime, they were almost as good as the old lady next door, and Mussolini was also such a person. What he pursued was power and reputation, which was the absolute ruling power that would never yield to others.

"Have you ever thought about winning the war?" Garibaldi looks at Mussolini who is already angry. This is the main purpose for him to come here in person. He likes to see his former boss get angry and become angry with his success and anti super. It was an indelible sense of achievement, and he enjoyed the refreshment brought by the anti super.

Like Mussolini, Garibaldi is gambling. Mussolini will bet on the Italian left and right swing without any effort above, and his Garibaldi is all his wealth, all bet on the German head of state akado. He was confident that the German head of state, known as the gift of God, would win the war in the end.

As long as Germany completes its external expansion and becomes the world's largest country, the political status of the United States will be infinitely marginalized. Germany will be the real master of the world. At that time, Italy, as a small follower of the axis power, will naturally jump to the second position in the world.

Or better, join the group of Greater Europe, merge into the family of European empires, and become the real master of the world. For thousands of years, the dream of unifying Europe that every monarch of European countries has been yearning for will come true in the near future. As the highest standard cooperator, Garibaldi is at least the first prime minister or deputy head of state under the new great European system.

Unlike Mussolini, marshal Garibaldi, who has always been subordinate to others, does not regard it as a humiliation to be a hawk dog for acardo. On the contrary, he sees a bright future: to be a dog for a dictator in Italy is certainly not comfortable to be a prime minister for the whole of Europe. Even if this deputy or prime minister may be just a nominal title, it is also a nominal title under one person and above ten thousand people, isn't it?

Thinking of this, he ignored Mussolini's dismay, went to the door and said, "I asked you just now, you haven't answered my question. Since you claim to be extremely smart, guess... Why are you being held in this obscure little place, but not sent back to Berlin or Rome? "

The tone of his question was full of ridicule. Before Mussolini could answer, he began to answer himself: "because whether it's our king, or the consul of our military government, or the head of the Empire in Berlin. We all don't want you to go back to any center of power... So you have no future. "

"No way! Don't think I don't know! You must be afraid, afraid that I will go back and take your place! No more. Just give me an hour and I'll be sure to replace you! You're just afraid of this! " Mussolini was proud to laugh at Garibaldi: "with me, you are always just an alternative!"

"In fact, I'm sorry. The leader, Mr. Mussolini... Allow me to call you that for the last time. " Garibaldi turned around at the door and looked at Mussolini: "it's the German special forces that have caught you. I believe you've heard of some of them... The SS division 0, a special operations unit absolutely loyal to the head of state. Do you think, as a spokesman of a puppet regime, I can direct these heads of state who do not even pay attention to the generals of the national defense forces? "

Mussolini was stunned. After a while, he seemed to lose all his strength and sat back on the edge of his bed. He knew that there was no need for Garibaldi to cheat him. The head of state who was far away in Berlin had no plans to see him again. He was still full of hope to persuade the other party when he met. It seemed that he was really self indulgent.

When he walked outside, a German major general watched Garibaldi draw a cigarette from his cigarette box, and with a smile, he reached out and handed over a very beautiful lighter. He gently rubbed the roller on the lighter, and the beating flame started to burn. As soon as Garibaldi inhaled, his cigarette was lit.

He spat out a puff of smoke, seemed to put down something, nodded with a smile and said, "thank you." The burly looking major general laughed: "we are friends, right? Marshal Garibaldi. If you're a friend, you don't have to be so outspoken. You'll know sooner or later. Talk to me, Otto? It's very worthwhile for skorzney to be a friend. We will do a lot of things for our friends, and we will also consider their feelings. The head of state asked me to tell you that there is no need to worry about our cooperation. Today we will show our sincerity. " With these words, he stopped talking, but the two SS officers standing behind him started their preparations immediately. The two men put on gloves, drew pistols from their waists, and went straight into Mussolini's cell“ Long live Italy In the room, desperate Mussolini called out his last words, and then there were four clear shots: "bang! Bang! Bang! Bang Then the two men came out of the cell and nodded their heads slightly at scorznet.