Reborn South Africa as a police officer

When he was in North Africa, His Majesty III was fed up with being dependent on others.

No matter how down-and-out the king is, the king of the Kingdom of Greece can enjoy the treatment of a king in North Africa. Italy is more important than Greece no matter what.

Of course, this is His Majesty III's own opinion.

No matter how weak the Kingdom of Greece is, it is also part of the Allied Forces.

Italy is a member of the Axis powers.

Thinking of the cold reception in North Africa, His Majesty III was furious. He wanted to return to Italy and become the king of the Kingdom of Italy again. Only now His Majesty III fully realized the importance of power to people.

"Calm down, Your Majesty, this is not the time to be impulsive." Alexander was very calm, 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.

In case something happens to His Majesty III in Rome, who will be responsible?

"What can you do?" His Majesty III was full of anticipation.

Alexander almost blurted out the word bitch.

The old guy was so impulsive just now, he was definitely faking it.

"Of course there is a way, but I have to wrong you." Alexander smiled all over his face. His task was to send Emmanuel III back to Rome, and now more than half of the task has been completed.

While Alexander and Emmanuel III were digging pits for each other, inside the bridge of the destroyer "Prestige" of the Cyprus Squadron, Captain Mezhe was in contact with Algiers and Cyprus respectively.

"Headquarters telegram, Emmanuel III cannot be allowed to enter Rome anyway." Communications Officer Celik is of Ottoman descent and has become a southern African citizen.

"The old guy has a good idea. We are working so hard in front of us, but we actually want to take advantage of it!" Oscar, the first mate, put down the binoculars, dismissively.

"What did Algiers say?" Mei Zhe felt that the matter was not so simple.

"There is no reply yet—" the communications officer spread his hands, even if Barton sent a telegram now, it is estimated that Alexander would not send the old king back.

Mei Zhe did not speak, but raised his binoculars and continued to observe.

At this time, the British warship made some movement. A lifeboat was lowered from the British warship, and several people climbed onto the lifeboat along the hanging ladder. The British warship turned around gracefully, and just walked away.

Several people on the lifeboat were wearing military uniforms, and it was the major general who picked up the paddle and started paddling vigorously.

The only one standing with white beard and hair, dressed in a white Italian navy admiral dress, was Emmanuel III impressively.

Mei Zhe's head was suddenly as big as a bucket.

The British were so shameless that they left Emmanuel III behind.

Now the sea is quite stormy, the lifeboat is rickety, and if a big wave hits it, it might sink——

"What should I do?" Oscar was also dumbfounded. He had never dealt with such a difficult matter, and the pressure was greater than facing the German bombing.

"What else can I do, I can't just watch the king of Italy drowned—" Mei Zhe didn't have time to report. Although the old king was wearing the uniform of an admiral, he probably never had experience in a lifeboat. He was tall and straight like a pine, and now he is half paralyzed.

Then get it ashore first.

Don't even think about going back to the palace. The palace was requisitioned by Zhu An. As the headquarters of the Free French Army during its operations in Italy, His Majesty III could only stay in a hotel.

The condition of the hotel was a bit bad, there was no hot water. The owner was an Italian in his 60s. 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 paddling for a long time, was very angry. He had never done such a job before.

"There is no way, there is no fuel, so there is no hot water." The boss is innocent, and he really didn't mean to be negligent. With this condition, love can't live.

"Let your people get us something to eat—" The major general was hungry.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The boss immediately asked his wife to prepare dinner.

"Don't worry, get us something to drink first, is there French champagne or Cape Town wine?" A lieutenant general who was also paddling just now calmed down.

The same is paddling, some people are really paddling, while others are pretending.

Officials crushed people to death.

"No, only local sparkling wine." The boss smiled.

"Is there only sparkling wine? Sparkling wine is also fine. Where is it produced? Piedmont? Tuscany?"

The smile on the boss's face gradually froze.

"Where's the wine, take it out—" the lieutenant general was impatient, the uncle's time is so precious.

"Thanks for your patronage, 250 lire—" The boss took out the wine from under the bar, not forgetting to ask for the money.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Don't you know who this wine is for? It's your honor. You should get some ice cubes and find some clean glasses—" Lieutenant General was incredulous, Do you need money for your bottle of wine?

The boss opened his mouth, but didn't dare to speak, and looked for the cup slowly, obviously reluctant.

His Majesty III is not in a hurry to have dinner, but is waiting for the 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 should pay attention, and should not be too negligent.

As a result, I waited and waited until six o'clock in the evening and there was no movement.

The major general finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Where's your chief?" The major general went out and asked the guards guarding him.

The guard's expression was indifferent, and the major general couldn't understand a word he said.

Not French, not Italian, probably the dialect of a tribe in North Africa.

Who can understand this.

The major general turned around to go out, looking for someone who could communicate.

"Sorry, you can't get out of here." Miraculously, the guard was speaking Italian in no time.

"You understand Italian? Are you teasing me?" the major general was annoyed.

"Sorry, you can't get out of here." The guard poker-faced.

The major general was completely helpless, he probably knew this sentence, maybe he just taught it.

"Find someone who can speak! I want to see your officer!" The major general raised his voice, this is the king of Italy under house arrest in the capital of the Kingdom of Italy, you are better than the British.

Seeing that the major general and the guards were about to fight, an officer finally appeared.

Not surprisingly, the officer was 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, and his mood didn't improve.

"General, please be patient and obey our orders, otherwise we cannot guarantee your safety—" the officer was arrogant.

The major general wanted to say something, but sporadic gunshots were heard in the distance.

The major general immediately shut up.

During war, it's normal for anything to happen.

Until nine o'clock in the evening, someone finally came to see Emmanuel III.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't be returning to Rome now, at least not now—" The librarian spoke slowly, carefully considering every word.

"Do you know how they treat me? I am the king of the Kingdom of Italy, not a prisoner at the mercy of others. I return to Italy to enforce my power and assume the responsibilities that the king of Italy should bear!" Emmanuel III I am impassioned, hoping to get the approval of the librarian.

The librarian has a special identity 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 by plane, you are no longer the king of the Kingdom of Italy." The library's long statement is a bit harsh, but it is true.

Not all Italians are willing to be fools.

If Emmanuel III stood firm and left Rome when the Allied forces approached the city, then most Italians would probably accept it.

The fact is that when the situation in the Axis countries was not good, Emmanuel III repeated his tricks and wanted to stage a reversal in World War I, which made many Italians unacceptable.

"Whose meaning is this? Who told 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, nor French, but Italians, to be precise, the Grand Council—" The librarian calmed down, and the situation was far worse than Emmanuel III imagined.

In Emmanuel III's view, as long as he returns to Rome and raises his arms, he will immediately win the support of the Italians and become the king of the Kingdom of Italy again.

The Grand Council is an institution formed to rule Italy after the fat bald man dissolved the parliament.

Now the Grand Council nominally followed the fat bald head to Salo, but some members stayed in Rome. Now these people are connecting with each other and preparing to establish a democratic country similar to southern Africa.

In the feudal kingdom model, the royal family is hereditary and always holds the highest power. The fat and bald head has enough power in Italy, but he was ordered by the king to be dismissed, not to mention placed under house arrest.

So it is better to have a democratic system, so that everyone has a chance, and there is no need to worry about being punished by the king at any time.

"The Grand Council is an illegal organization and cannot represent the current Italy." Emmanuel III reacted quickly. Since the Grand Council no longer supported the royal family, the Grand Council was dissolved.

The librarian smiled wryly.

You think you are still the king of Italy, and if you say you are disbanded, you will be disbanded.

"Archide, help me. After I regain power, you will be the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy." Emmanuel III made an offer, and the position before the fat bald head was the Prime Minister of the Cabinet.

The librarian was utterly disappointed.

Not to mention the Prime Minister of Italy, even the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, and the librarian is not uncommon.

If Emmanuel III is smarter, then this matter is not out of the question. For example, like Germany, the president has completely become a show, and everything is decided by the prime minister. Maybe Emmanuel III has a chance to return to the palace.

Now it seems that Emmanuel III is obviously unwilling to be a mascot, so forget it, you, the king, should abdicate.

Another person came to see Emmanuel III the next day, 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. There are 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, this kind of thing can only be done by you French.

Emmanuel III was talking about Louis XVI. After the French Revolution, Louis XVI was executed in Paris by a guillotine of his own design.

"If you want, then I can also give you a chance to experience it." Zhu An laughed loudly. Europeans are actually very rebellious, such as the French, Germans, and Russians.

Forget it Italians, Italians only love peace.

"Please leave my room right away, I don't welcome you—" Emmanuel III is not a street bum after all, and cruel words can only be said to this extent.

Of course, I dare not say that the French have a precedent for executing the king.

"No one welcomes you back to Rome, including the Italians." Juan killed people, and the king who lost the support of the people either went into exile or died.

Juan is not talking nonsense. Just as Juan visited Emmanuel III, a large group of Italians gathered outside the hotel where Emmanuel III lived. They were holding various slogans and kept shouting slogan.

"Italy doesn't need cowardly kings!"

"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 instigated, maybe they are the French—" Crown Prince Umberto also wore the uniform of a marshal. In another time and space, he was the last king of the Kingdom of Italy.

"Find a phone and get in touch with the British as soon as possible." Emmanuel III was shaking, he was shrouded in great fear, the Italians downstairs were trying to break into the hotel, and they had already started talking to the guards in front of the hotel Pushed and shoved.

Even if he called Alexander right now, Alexander didn't have time to answer it.

Alexander was having breakfast with Patton in Algiers.

"Italy's fate should be decided by the Italians themselves, and any external force is inappropriate." Barton disapproved of Alexander's behavior. When the British can stop making small moves, it is estimated that they will bottom out and rebound.

"Marshal, the fate of the vast majority of countries in the world is determined by a few countries." Alexander chuckled, they are all thousand-year-old foxes, what are you talking about with me?

When it comes to small tricks, the British have done it, and the southern Africans have done the same.

Can the East Indies get rid of Dutch colonial rule without the help of Southern Africa?

Without the help of southern Africa, could the Americans not defeat the Brazilian militia?
Without Southern Africa fanning the flames, the British Empire would not have fallen to where it is today, at least the Commonwealth can last for decades.

It's over now, depending on what Canada, Australia, and India mean, it is estimated that after the World War is over, the Commonwealth of Nations will come to an end and be completely disbanded.