With a "bang", a pile of colorful flyers fell on the table, and then the iconic roar of Roman police chief Glendini: "Damn it, who did this? Check it out for me! Check it out!"

"Yes! Yes!" The phone hung up in a hurry. Glendini, who was still angry, glanced at the flyer a few times, tore them all into pieces, and said to himself: "What a courageous person, he actually dares to make trouble under my nose!"

Rome has never been a place of peace. After the signing of the Versailles Contract, the Italian delegation returned disappointed was protested by the public. But like now, the "grand occasion" full of leaflets and slogans on the streets of "Youth Italian League" appeared for the first time. The students were unwilling to attend classes and were all engaged in these secret work. Of course, there were only a few people who were determined to welcome fascisti, most of whom were just young students who were incited, and some were troublemakers who were afraid of the world.

However, Contini doesn't want to care about the students' motives now. He just makes the noise. The rest has nothing to do with him for the time being. To be on the safe side, he sent a telegram to his father, Ziano, and told him vaguely that he was engaging in a great cause and using practical actions to express his support for the "March to Rome" movement.

"Sir, we found out..." On the afternoon of October 27, the Roman police rarely showed high efficiency and reported to Glendini, "The whole thing was instigated by a second-year student from the University of Rome, named Galeázzo Ziano. He proclaimed himself the leader of the Youth League of Italy, and all the radicals in secondary and higher education institutions are the directors of this league..."

"Ziano? This name seems a bit familiar..." Grandini pondered, "Yes, I must have dealt with it."

His subordinates complimented him: "You have such a good memory. His father was Costanzo Ziano, the former naval colonel, and now the general of Fascisti."

"I said why did this happen? It turned out that it was fascist's puppy who was messing around." Grandini sneered, "bring people here for me."

"Do you need to 'instruct' first?"

The so-called enlightenment does not mean oral education, but the prestige of locking up and killing the other party first. The police basically use this routine to deal with leftists. However, today Glendini did not agree: "Just just a student, don't make a big deal."

In the evening, the police broke into a cafe with a clear goal - heading straight to Contini, who was deploying tomorrow's campaign.

The audience exclaimed: "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"What law did we violate?"

"Why did the police arrest people for no reason?"

The old fried dough stick in charge of carrying out the task smiled: "A few students who have not grown all their hair dare to learn from others to engage in political connections. Wouldn't it be too cheap for you to not let you suffer? Take it away!"

"asshole!"

"I'll fight you guys!"

Seeing a group of passionate revolutionary comrades picking up knives and forks, swinging a stool to fight the police, Ziano spoke up: "Stop!"

"Don't be excited, continue to follow the strategy I just mentioned. I will go to meet Mr. Glendini, and I will convince the police to stand on our side."

"This is too dangerous, I'll go with you!" Several people said in unison.

"The alliance cannot be without you! You can wait, I will return safely within three days!" Ziano remembered clearly that the telegram from the king appointed Mussolini as prime minister and formed a cabinet on October 30th will be announced, so he is very confident that he will return within three days, but now he still has to pretend to be a charlatan.

"Let's go? 3 days? I warn you kid, you can't get out for three years. I guarantee you can't get out!"

In less than half an hour, Ziano appeared in Glendini's office. The other party had a gloomy face and stared at him for a long time before speaking: "Is it your father's opinion to incite students to create momentum?"

"no!"

"Does Mussolini mean?"

"Not it!"

"Is it fascisty's meaning?"

"Not even more!"

"Don't go around with me, my patience is limited." Grandini slapped the table hard, "Then, who told you to do this?"

"It's me, a passionate Italian youth, and it was instructed by 40 million Italian compatriots."

"Young man, although I have met your father several times, you'd better not challenge my authority! If you don't explain, I don't mind letting you experience the police station's torture methods for free!"

Contini shrugged as if nothing had happened: "Your Excellency must have misunderstood. No one has instructed me to do this, and few people can instruct me. This was completely done by me. So, you have found the right person... This time the police performed very well!"

Hearing this silence of sarcasm, Grandini glared viciously: "Do you know what you are talking about? With just one look in my eyes, you will be torn to pieces!"

"Of course I know what I'm doing, but I want to know what you are doing?" Contini looked at the other party without fear. "Does a person like you still know the current situation in Rome? How many days do you think Fakda's day will be left? Once Fascisti marched into Rome and the leader controls the situation, he will tear you to pieces with just a few words you just said!"

"Arrogant! A boy who is ignorant of the world, hahahaha..." Grandini laughed, "Do you know, the Prime Minister had prepared martial law two hours ago and was entering the palace to find His Majesty to sign. It will take effect tonight. Tomorrow morning, countless troops and police will tear you, fascisti, and your ridiculous leader to pieces!"

"Is that?" Contini laughed as if nothing had happened, "I dare to bet with you that this martial law order will not take effect!"

Just as Glendini taught Contini a lesson, both sides were verbally fighting and fighting, in the Quirinal Palace, a man with gray temples and a slightly fat figure wiped his cold sweat and reported to the Italian king opposite him, Emmanuel III, the nominal supreme ruler. He was Fakda, the leader of the Italian Liberal Party and the current Italian Prime Minister.

"My Majesty, I hope to get the power to declare martial law nationwide."

"Is this your opinion or the cabinet's agreement?"

"It's...our opinion."

This sentence is very vague. We sound like it represents the cabinet as a whole, but it can also refer to others. Emmanuel III said "hmm" but there was no following. He knew that the other party was lying. In fact, martial law was just the result of discussion between Fakda and his Liberal Party confidants. The idea was provided by Glendini. Even the Liberal Party did not form a consensus, let alone being accepted by the cabinet.

Fake came to the palace to seek help urgently, but the cunning Emmanuel III did not want to endorse such behavior, so he simply refused martial law orders with a high-sounding reason: At present, fascisti has gathered hundreds of thousands of people and swept through a large number of cities in the central and southern regions. If martial law is suppressed rashly, it will not only arouse their resistance but also arouse the anger of the people. Italy will face terrible riots and even civil wars...

Originally, martial law was the first step on Fakda's plan, and the use of police, military police and military suppression was the second step. Now, the first step was interrupted before it was taken. He was a little anxious and argued: "In this way, we may not be able to control the situation..."

"The cities controlled by fascisti are not in chaos at present. You should solve the tasks within the framework of the constitution and the law, rather than always martial law and suppress..." Emmanuel III said dissatisfiedly, "I hope you can use political means to adapt instead of just using tough means. Italy cannot or cannot afford a chaotic ending now."

After more than an hour of continuous discussion, the king always disagreed with signing the martial law order. Without the king's signature and the unanimous opinion of the cabinet, Fakda dared not force the order. If he did this, he would be imprisoned in the future. He did not have the courage to do so.

After returning to the Prime Minister's office, he called Glendini: telling the latter that the martial law was not passed, but the Roman police should ensure that Rome should not fall into chaos, otherwise it would be the only question.

Before receiving the call, Grandini was glaring at Contini, but after answering the call, he looked like a ghost. Contini secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this: History is indeed still following the original trajectory, and he is the right bet!
Chapter completed!