While in North Africa, His Majesty the Third was fed up with being dependent on others.
No matter how miserable the king is, he is still a king. The king of the Kingdom of Greece can enjoy the treatment of a king in North Africa. Italy is more important than Greece after all.
Of course, this is what His Majesty the Third thinks.
No matter how weak the Greek kingdom was, it was still part of the Allied Forces.
Italy is a member of the Axis Powers.
Thinking of the cold reception in North Africa, His Majesty the Third was furious. He wanted to return to Italy and become the king of the Kingdom of Italy again. Only now did His Majesty the Third fully realize the importance of power to people.
"Calm down, Your Majesty, now is not the time to be impulsive." Alexander was very calm, and he would not go crazy with Emmanuel III.
The Cyprus Squadron has already said that the battle in Rome is not over yet and the situation is very dangerous now.
If something unexpected happens to His Majesty the Third in Rome, then whose fault will it be?
"What good idea do you have?" His Majesty the Third looked forward to it.
Alexander almost blurted out this sentence.
The old guy acted so impulsively just now, he was definitely pretending.
"Of course there is a way, but I have to give you a hard time." Alexander smiled with a smile on his face. His mission was to send Emmanuel III back to Rome, and now more than half of the mission has been completed.
While Alexander and Emmanuel III were digging holes in each other, in the bridge of the destroyer "Prestige" of the Cyprus Squadron, Captain Meizhe was in contact with Algiers and Cyprus respectively.
"Headquarters telegram, Emmanuel III cannot be allowed to enter Rome under any circumstances." Communications officer Selik is of Ottoman descent and has become a Southern African citizen.
"Old guy, you have a wonderful idea. We are working so hard in the front, and we actually want to take advantage of it!" Oscar, the first mate, put down the telescope and dismissed it.
"What did Algiers say?" Mei Zhe felt that this matter was not that simple.
"There's no reply yet—" the communications officer held up his hands. Even if Patton sent a telegram now, Alexander probably wouldn't send the old king back.
Mei Zhe said nothing, raised his telescope and continued to observe.
At this time, there was movement on the British warship. A lifeboat was lowered from the British warship. Several people climbed onto the lifeboat along the hanging ladder. The British warship turned around gracefully and sailed away.
Several people on the lifeboat were all wearing military uniforms, and the one who picked up the oar and started paddling vigorously was actually the major general.
The only one standing, with white hair and beard, wearing a white Italian navy marshal's uniform, was none other than Emmanuel III.
Mei Zhe's head suddenly became as big as a bucket.
The British were so shameless that they left Emmanuel III alone and left.
There is a lot of wind and waves on the sea right now, and the lifeboat is swaying. If a big wave hits, it might sink -
"What should I do?" Oscar was also dumbfounded. He had never dealt with such a difficult matter before, and the pressure was greater than facing the German bombing.
"What else can we do? We can't just watch the King of Italy drown -" Meizhe didn't have time to report. Although the old king was wearing a navy marshal's uniform, he probably had never experienced riding a lifeboat. When he first got on the lifeboat, he
He was as tall as a pine tree, but now he is half paralyzed.
Then let’s get it ashore first.
Don't even think about going back to the palace. The palace was requisitioned by Juan as the headquarters of the Free French Army during the war in Italy. His Majesty the Third could only stay in a hotel.
The condition of the hotel was a bit bad, there was no hot water, and the owner was an Italian in his sixties. When Emmanuel III walked into the hotel, the owner stared at Emmanuel III for a long time, not sure.
It should be considered an honor for the king to stay in his own hotel——
"Hey, old guy, why isn't there even hot water in the room?" The major general, who had been rowing for a long time, was very angry. He had never done such a job.
"There is no way, there is no fuel, so there is no hot water." The boss is innocent. He really didn't mean to be negligent. With this condition, I can't live with him.
"Ask your people to get us some food -" the major general was hungry.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The boss immediately asked the landlady to prepare dinner.
"Don't worry, let's get us something to drink first. Do you have French champagne or Cape Town wine?" A lieutenant general who had been paddling just now calmed down.
It's the same as paddling. Some people really do it, while others just pretend.
The first level of officialdom crushes people to death.
"No, only local sparkling wine." The boss said with a smile on his face.
"Is it just sparkling wine? Sparkling wine is also fine. Where is it produced? Piedmont? Tuscany?" The lieutenant general knew all about it. The wine produced in Italy is actually not bad.
The smile on the boss's face gradually stiffened.
"Where's the wine? Take it out -" the lieutenant general was impatient. Your time is so precious.
"Thank you for your patronage, 250 lire——" The boss took out the wine from under the bar and did not forget to ask for money.
"Hey, what's the matter with you? Don't you know who this drink is for? It's your honor. You should get some ice cubes and find some clean glasses-" The lieutenant general was incredulous,
Want to pay for your bottle of wine?
The boss opened his mouth but did not dare to speak. He moved slowly to find the cup, obviously reluctant.
His Majesty the Third is not in a hurry for dinner. He is waiting for a dinner invitation from the Southern African military or the Free French Army.
When the king of the Kingdom of Italy returned to Rome, the Southern African military or the Free French Army wanted to take notice, and they should not be too lax.
As a result, I waited and waited until six o'clock in the evening, but there was still no movement.
The major general finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Where is your commander?" the major general went out and asked the guard guard.
The guard had a cold expression and the major general could not understand a word he said.
It's not French or Italian, it's probably the dialect of a tribe in North Africa.
Who can understand this?
The major general turned to go out and find someone with whom he could communicate.
"Sorry, you can't leave here." Miraculously, the guard immediately spoke Italian.
"Do you understand Italian? Are you kidding me?" the major general was very angry.
"Sorry, you can't leave here." The guard said with a poker face.
The major general was completely helpless. He probably knew this sentence, maybe he had just been taught it.
"Find someone who can talk! I want to see your commander!" The major general raised his voice. You are putting the King of Italy under house arrest in the capital of the Kingdom of Italy. You are better at playing than the British.
Seeing that the major general and the guards were about to fight, an officer finally appeared.
Not surprisingly, the officer is French.
"This is Rome, the capital of the Kingdom of Italy. You can't do this!" The major general finally had someone he could communicate with, but his mood did not improve.
"General, please wait patiently and obey our orders, otherwise we cannot guarantee your safety -" the officer was arrogant.
The major general wanted to say something else, but sporadic gunshots suddenly came from the distance.
The major general immediately shut up.
During the war, everything happened normally.
It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that someone finally came to pay homage to Emmanuel III.
"Your Majesty, you should not return to Rome now, at least not now -" The librarian spoke slowly, carefully considering every word.
"Do you know how they treated me? I am the king of the Kingdom of Italy, not a prisoner to be slaughtered. I returned to Italy to enforce my power and assume the responsibilities that the king of Italy should bear!" Emmanuel III
I am impassioned and hope to be recognized by the librarian.
The librarian has a special status and is closely related to the prisoner in the Vatican. If Emmanuel III can get the help of that prisoner, then Emmanuel III can regain power.
"From the moment you leave Rome on the plane, you are no longer the king of the Kingdom of Italy." What the librarian said was a bit unpleasant, but it was true.
Not all Italians want to be wallflowers.
If Emmanuel III stood firm and left Rome when the Allied forces were approaching the city, then most Italians would be able to accept it.
The fact is that when the situation of the Axis powers was not good, Emmanuel III repeated his old tricks and wanted to stage a reversal like that of World War I. This was unacceptable to many Italians.
"Who means this? Who asked you to say these words? Is it a southern African or a Frenchman?" Emmanuel III suddenly calmed down. This was not the scene he expected.
"Not southern Africans, not French, but Italians, to be precise, the Grand Council -" the librarian said calmly, the situation was far worse than Emmanuel III imagined.
In the view of Emmanuel III, as long as he returns to Rome and raises his arms, he will immediately gain the support of Italians and become the king of the Kingdom of Italy again.
The Grand Council was an institution established by Fat Bald to rule Italy after he dissolved Parliament.
Now the Grand Council nominally followed the fat bald man to Salo, but some members remained in Rome. Now these people are contacting each other and preparing to establish a democratic country similar to that of southern Africa.
Under the feudal kingdom model, the royal family is hereditary and always holds the highest power. The fat bald man must have had enough power in Italy, but he was ordered by the king to be dismissed from office and put under house arrest.
Therefore, it is better to have a democratic system, so that everyone has opportunities and does not have to worry about being punished by the king at any time.
"The Grand Council is an illegal organization and cannot represent current Italy." Emmanuel III reacted quickly. Since the Grand Council no longer supported the royal family, he would dissolve the Grand Council.
The librarian smiled bitterly.
You think you are still the king of Italy, and if you say it is disbanded, it will be disbanded.
"Alcide, help me. After I regain power, you will be the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy." Emmanuel III offered the price. The fat bald man's previous position was the Prime Minister of the Cabinet.
The librarian was completely disappointed.
Not to mention the Prime Minister of Italy, even the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and the Chief Librarian are not uncommon.
If Emmanuel III were smarter, then this matter would not be out of the question. For example, like in Germany, the president would become a mere decoration and the prime minister would have the final say. Maybe Emmanuel III would still have a chance to return to the palace.
Now it seems that Emmanuel III is obviously not willing to be a mascot, so forget it, you, the king, should abdicate.
The next day someone else came to see Emmanuel III, this time it was Juan, commander-in-chief of the Free French Expeditionary Force.
"For you, the best result now is to abdicate and go to a seaside manor in North Africa to spend the rest of your life. Casablanca is very good. It has the most beautiful beaches in the world and the most touching beauties -" Juan is very bad
, simply to laugh at Emmanuel III.
"Should I say thank you, at least you didn't send me to the guillotine." Emmanuel III sneered, only you French can do this kind of thing.
Emmanuel III is talking about Louis XVI. After the French Revolution, Louis XVI was executed by a guillotine of his own design in Paris.
"If you want, then I can give you a chance to experience it." Juan laughed. Europeans are actually very rebellious, such as the French, Germans, and Russians.
Forget about Italians, Italians only love peace.
"Please leave my room immediately, I don't welcome you -" After all, Emmanuel III is not a street brat, and he can only say harsh words to this extent.
Of course, I dare not say that the French have a precedent of executing kings.
"No one welcomes you back to Rome, including the Italians." Juan committed murder and the king, who lost the support of the people, either went into exile or died.
Juan was not lying. At the same time that Juan was visiting Emmanuel III, a large group of Italians gathered outside the hotel where Emmanuel III lived. They held various slogans and kept shouting
slogan.
"Italy doesn't need a weak king!"
"We want peace! We want democracy!"
"Overthrow the royal family!"
Emmanuel III stood behind the window sill with a gloomy expression.
"These people must have been incited by others, maybe they are the French -" Crown Prince Umberto also wore a marshal uniform. In another time and space, he was the last king of the Kingdom of Italy.
"Go find a phone and get in touch with the British as soon as possible." Emmanuel III was trembling. He was shrouded in great fear. The Italians downstairs were trying to break into the hotel and had already begun to fight with the guards in front of the hotel.
There was a lot of pushing and shoving.
Even if you call Alexander right now, Alexander won't have time to answer it.
Alexander was having breakfast with Patton in Algiers.
"The fate of Italy should be decided by the Italians themselves. Any external force is inappropriate." Patton disapproved of Alexander's behavior. When the British can stop making small moves, they will probably bottom out.
"Marshal, the fate of most countries in the world is determined by a few countries." Alexander chuckled, they are all foxes of thousands of years, what are you talking about with me?
When it comes to small tricks, the British do it a lot, and Southern Africa does it too.
Without help from southern Africa, could the East Indies escape Dutch colonial rule?
Without help from southern Africa, would the Americans not be able to defeat the Brazilian militia?
Without Southern Africa fanning the flames behind the scenes, the British Empire would not be where it is today. At least the Commonwealth could last for several decades more.
It's over now. Depending on what Canada, Australia, and India want, it is estimated that after the world war, the Commonwealth will come to an end and be completely disbanded.
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