Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

"Damn it, what do you want to do?" In the Prime Minister's office, which was luxuriously decorated but filled with tension, Benito Mussolini, the iron-fisted figure who had dominated Italian politics for more than a decade, frowned, widened his eyes, glared at the guards who rushed in like a tide, and shouted at the top of his voice.

His originally loud voice became a little hoarse due to anger, and it continued to echo in the empty room.

"Who let you in? Let your superiors come out and talk to me!" Mussolini continued to roar, and the majesty he had developed over the years in a high position was fully displayed at this moment.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit and standing straight in front of the huge desk, trying to intimidate these uninvited guests with his aura.

After all, Mussolini had been prime minister for more than ten years, and his rebuke, full of anger and majesty, was like an invisible command.

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment, their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they subconsciously stopped moving forward.

They looked at each other, their eyes revealing a hint of panic and hesitation. After all, the person in front of them was the most powerful person in Italy.

At this time, a lieutenant colonel in a neat military uniform stood out from the guard team. He was tall and straight, with a stern face and no expression on his angular face, as if he was a cold sculpture.

He walked up to Mussolini with steady steps, tapped his heels hard, saluted with a standard military salute, and then said in an emotionless tone: "Prime Minister, you are under arrest."

"What?" When Mussolini heard this, he was like being struck by a bolt from the blue. His body shook violently, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the officer in front of him in disbelief.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was stunned by the sudden news. He could never have imagined that he would be arrested at this time, and by the army he controlled.

"By order of His Majesty the King, you are arrested. From now on, you are no longer the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy." The lieutenant colonel still had no expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, as if he was reading out a very ordinary document.

His eyes were firm and indifferent, staring straight into Mussolini's eyes, as if he wanted to see a hint of fear in the eyes of the former prime minister.

On the contrary, Mussolini's eyes were full of shock. His mind was in a mess, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

He recalled everything he had done for Italy over the years, all the maneuvers on the political stage, and all the dreams of leading Italy to "glory". At this moment, they were like bubbles and were about to burst.

He never expected that the person who issued the arrest order would be the king whom he had always respected and even loyally assisted.

"Why?" After a long while, Mussolini gradually calmed down. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, looked at the other party and asked again.

At this moment, the anger in his eyes was gone, and instead there was a deep confusion and unwillingness.

"His Majesty the King believes that the war has lasted too long and there is no point in continuing. He has decided to agree to the Allied conditions, withdraw from the Axis powers and join the Central Powers." The lieutenant colonel explained quickly, speaking very fast, as if he was completing an assigned task.

Hearing this, the expression on Mussolini's face slowly changed from shock to anger. His brows were furrowed tightly again, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly because of anger.

"Damn it, it's actually betrayal." He cursed secretly in his heart.

This was an unacceptable betrayal for him. The "great blueprint" he had built for Italy over the years was easily destroyed by the king.

"Mr. Prime Minister, we have not gained much benefit from this war." The lieutenant colonel seemed to see Mussolini's anger and his tone became sarcastic.

He raised his head slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Apart from the loss of troops and generals, have we gained any substantial benefits? If it weren't for the discovery of the Libyan oil fields, I'm afraid our life would be even more difficult now."

"So this is the reason for your betrayal?" Mussolini felt a chill in his heart when he heard the lieutenant colonel's words.

His eyes revealed disappointment and pain as he looked at his former subordinate as if he didn't know him.

"This is the right choice." The lieutenant colonel shook his head, his tone still firm, "For the future of Italy, we can't continue to fight meaninglessly like this."

"Shit, this is betrayal and will completely ruin our reputation!" Mussolini could no longer hold back his anger and roared angrily.

He clenched his fists tightly, his body shaking slightly with anger, "You are destroying Italy and all our years of hard work!"

"Mr. Prime Minister, now is not the time to discuss this. From now on you will not be allowed to leave here, and we will be responsible for all your food and drink." The lieutenant colonel did not want to explain too much to the other party. He felt that he had made it clear enough.

After saying this, he saluted again and turned to leave.

Of course, the entire Prime Minister's office was immediately blocked by guards.

Mussolini looked at the armed guards, his heart filled with helplessness and despair.

He slowly walked to the window, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city outside, feeling mixed emotions.

Once, he stood here, overlooking the city, and felt that he was the master of Italy, but now, he has become a prisoner.

Soon, the news of Mussolini's arrest spread quickly to Germany, which was deeply mired in the quagmire of war.

In the dark and depressing German High Command, Field Marshal Keitel was sitting at a huge desk with a frown on his face, with various documents and maps piled in front of him.

He was racking his brain over whether to transfer troops from the Western Front to the Eastern Front. This was a major decision that would determine the direction of the war in Germany, and every plan involved huge risks and uncertainties.

Just then, the adjutant came in hurriedly with a telegram.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his steps were hurried and panicked. "Marshal, it's bad. Italian Prime Minister Mussolini has been captured, and they are preparing to announce their withdrawal from the war."

Upon hearing this, Marshal Keitel suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes wide open, a look of disbelief, and stared at the adjutant in front of him.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was so shocked by the sudden news that he was speechless. He didn't expect that such explosive news would come at this critical moment.

If Italy withdraws from the war, there will be a series of chain reactions.

As an important member of the Axis Powers, Italy's geographical location is very important. Its withdrawal will not only create a huge loophole in Germany's defense line on the southern front, but may also cause the situation in the Balkans to get out of control, and even directly affect the victory or defeat of this war.

"Damn it, bastard, idiot, stupid!" Marshal Keitel used a series of vicious words, his face full of anger and despair.

He slammed his fist on the table, and the documents and maps on the table were scattered all over the floor. The war situation in Germany was already worse than ever, and now Italy had done something like this, which made him feel extremely desperate and helpless.

"How many divisions are stationed at the border now?" Field Marshal Keitel asked in a grim tone, suppressing his anger. His eyes revealed a hint of ferocity, like a beast cornered. The adjutant hurriedly said, "Two grenadier divisions and one armored division."

"That's enough. Let them go out immediately, go south to take Rome and rescue Mussolini." Marshal Keitel said gritting his teeth.

His eyes were full of determination. He knew that decisive action must be taken now, otherwise the situation in Germany would become even more out of control.

This stupid teammate is simply causing more trouble. Now that Italy has done this, Marshal Keitel doesn't know whether the war can continue.

He kept cursing Italy's betrayal in his heart, while also thinking about the next response strategy.

"Marshal, I'm afraid it will be too late if we let them go south." The adjutant said worriedly.

His eyes were full of worry. He was well aware of the urgency of the situation in Italy and that the mobilization of conventional troops might not be able to stop Italy's withdrawal from the war in time.

"What do you think?" Marshal Keitel said in a cold tone. He looked at his adjutant with a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that the adjutant could come up with a feasible solution.

"Should we send out that special forces unit?" the adjutant suggested cautiously.

He knew how powerful that special forces unit was. They had carried out many dangerous and difficult missions. Perhaps only they could complete the task of rescuing Mussolini in such an emergency.

After listening to his adjutant's proposal, Marshal Keitel fell into deep thought.

That special forces unit is indeed the elite of the German army. They have superb combat skills and rich experience in special operations.

However, there are huge risks in using special forces. If the operation fails, not only will Mussolini fail to be rescued, but it may also put Germany into a more passive situation.

After a while, Field Marshal Keitel slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, "Okay, let's do it. Notify them immediately and prepare to carry out the mission. Tell them that only success is allowed, and failure is not allowed."

After receiving the order, the adjutant quickly left the room.

Field Marshal Keitel sat back in his chair, his eyes filled with fatigue and worry.

He knew that every next step was crucial and the fate of Germany might be in the hands of that special forces.

In a secret prison in Italy, Mussolini was held in a small, dark cell.

The cell was filled with a damp and foul smell, and the walls were covered with moss.

Mussolini sat on the cold stone bed, his head in his hands, looking ahead with empty eyes.

He kept thinking about his life, from an ordinary politician to the position of Prime Minister of Italy. He once thought that he could change the destiny of Italy and lead Italy to glory, but now, everything has become a bubble.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside the cell. Mussolini raised his head, his eyes revealing a hint of expectation.

He hoped someone would come to rescue him, that this was all just a nightmare.

However, when the cell door opened, he saw a group of strange Italian soldiers. The leading officer looked at Mussolini and said coldly: "Mussolini, your era is over. From now on, you will pay the price for your actions."

After listening to the officer's words, Mussolini was filled with anger and despair.

He wanted to refute, but felt powerless.

He knew that he had completely lost his power and everything he once had.

At the same time, the special forces in Germany were ready to set off.

They were dressed in black special combat uniforms, well-equipped, with determination and confidence in their eyes. They boarded transport planes and flew towards Italy under the cover of night.

On the transport plane, the captain said to the team members: "This mission is related to the fate of Germany. We must successfully rescue Mussolini. There can be no mistakes. Do you all understand the importance of the mission?"

The team members answered in unison: "Understood!" Their voices were firm and powerful, echoing in the transport plane.

The plane was flying in the night sky, speeding towards Italy.

At this time, Italy was in chaos.

The king's decision triggered a fierce struggle among various domestic forces, with voices supporting and opposing withdrawal from the war rising one after another.

And Mussolini's fate will be pushed into an unknown direction in this chaos.

On the other side, Cun Yunsheng was sitting quietly at his desk, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes intently examining the urgent secret report that had just been delivered.

Because of his previous investment at all costs, he now possesses a huge and secret intelligence network with extensive and accurate sources of information.

When his eyes swept across the secret report about the arrest of Italian Prime Minister Mussolini and Italy's impending withdrawal from the war, a hint of surprise appeared on his originally calm face.

He gently put down the secret report in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and marveled in his heart. He did not expect that the Allied Forces were so strong during this period and used such deadly tricks one after another.

Cun Yunsheng was well aware of Italy's key position in this war. It was like an important chess piece on the European battlefield. Once Italy withdrew from the war, there would be a huge gap in the Axis defense line, and the entire war situation would undergo earth-shaking changes. The war might even end ahead of schedule.

Thinking of this, Cun Yunsheng's eyes became more profound, and he began to seriously consider whether to speed up the pace of his plan.

But he knew that any decision required careful weighing.

However, with his understanding of the situation, he knew that Mussolini would not be trapped for long and would be freed again soon.

However, even so, the situation in Italy has already fallen into a state of chaos. Italy will completely lose control of the situation, and Mussolini's influence in this war will be minimal. (End of this chapter)