Tiltini knew very well what Dinakale was here to do.!

With the strength of Turin, it is difficult to withstand the full-strength attack of the 8th Army. They must come up with some ways to solve the current difficulties, and they are obviously their breakthrough.

He was not unwilling to help the rebels, but he also had family members, and his family was in Rome.

"Mani, my friend." As soon as he saw General Tiltini, Dinakale came up with a spring breeze and hugged the general: "I think you must know the purpose of my visit."

"Yes, my friend." Tiltini smiled and said, "Are you ready to surrender? Ah, from the standpoint of a friend, I can guarantee your life safety."

"Look, where did you think of it." Dinakale smiled, too: "The uprising has just begun, and the Republic of Turin has just been established. Do you think we will surrender? No, on the contrary, I am here to persuade you to stand on the side of the revolutionaries...."

Tiltini laughed loudly: "You are so humorous, friend. My tank can crush those vulnerable positions at any time, and my cannon can destroy Turin. But why didn't I do that? Because my heart told me that I cannot slaughter my own compatriots... But I must tell you that Commander Donani of the 8th Army has given me the order of death. If you still refuse to surrender tomorrow, I have to execute the commander's order and completely occupy your city."

"Then you will become the biggest sinner in Italy..." Dinacaré was not scared by the other party at all: "You will be ruined, you must admit this. You will become the general that everyone despises of Italians, and you must admit this. Your family will be covered with the cold eyes of all Italians, and then spend their lives in shame... Are you really willing to do this?"

Tiltini fell silent.

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As he himself said, he would never want to turn himself into an executioner.

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"Look, our differences lie in our attitude towards this matter." The general's expression did not hide the change of Dinakale: "I know your attitude, and I also know that you are an upright person. You will not allow your hands to be covered with the blood of your fellow citizens. Today will not be tomorrow, and you will never be in your life. Mani, my loyal friend, please join us. We are more urgent than ever. You will join you...."

Pisme brought them wine and interrupted, "You are so relaxed, Mr. Dinakale. The general's family is in Rome. Can he give up on them? You fight for freedom, and the general and I sympathize with you, but such sympathy is not based on sacrificing one's own family..."

"Yes, we don't want to sacrifice anyone." Dinakale quickly said: "So

Our allies have launched a rescue effort on your family and if everything goes well, they have arrived at a safe place tomorrow."

"What?" Tiltini was shocked and couldn't believe what he heard: "You are rescuing my family? Your allies? Who are?"

"That's a group of great people with great wealth and power..." Dinakale said lightly: "Did you really think we will revolt without preparation? Or do you think we have no chance of success? I think there is a big problem with your judgment. I can tell you honestly that we are not fighting alone, we can fulfill our dreams. Moreover, the weapons and ammunition we need, our allies will soon be transported to Turin...."

Tiltini shook his head, he couldn't believe what the other party said.

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Judging from all the information, the Great Uprising of Turin was a more accidental event. If they really had a powerful alliance as they said, then the situation should not be like this.

Dinakale was able to understand the other party's doubts: "I don't have to hide anything from you anymore. Have you seen the bombing of the Air Force? No matter how old-fashioned aircraft are, it is impossible for them to drop bombs in a purposeless way. Maybe the great dictator in Rome doesn't know anything, but as a professional soldier, what did you think of?"

Lieutenant General Tiltini fell silent.

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Yes, as a professional soldier, he had long discovered the tricks of the Air Force. General Enisse from Manis Air Force Base is a veteran soldier. He participated in World War II and could not have made such a mistake that he didn't even hit Turin without a bomb.

Vittorio.

Mussolini didn't understand military affairs and didn't know anything at all. It was simple to fool him, but a real soldier could not be fooled.

Did General Enisse be bought by these uprisingers? No, the uprisingers do not have that great ability or the powerful ally they said really exists.

If this is true, things will start to become complicated.

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"I can let the plane bomb your military camp tomorrow..." Dinakale began his own intimidation: "We are not alone, more and more real patriots will join us.

What about you? Are you a true patriot? Are you willing to be bombed?"

"No, I don't want to see this happen." Tiltini's face turned gloomy: "What do you need me to do?"

"I have already said it! Enter us." Dinacale repeated his words again: "For life, it is also for the future of Italy. You cannot be the first to be on both ends, Donani will not let you go Vittorio will not let you go. You must have your only choice...."

Tiltini picked up his pipe, lit it, and took a deep breath.

This is not a trivial matter, but a betrayal. If the revolution can succeed, then it will be a merit. But what if the revolution fails?

He and his family will be forced to become exiles.

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At this time, Pisme spoke, "General, I have followed you for a long time. I know that you sympathize with the rebels like me and know what you are worried about. But, just like what we just talked about, why did Italy become like this? How much do we have to let our country fall to? Can't we really change all this? Donani is Vittorio's lackey, but why didn't he come to the battlefield in person and order us to attack? Because he is also unwilling to take responsibility. The wanton massacre, even if it can be successful, will bring us a shame that cannot be washed away by immortality. But the real executioner can get away with it, and you will bear all the responsibility alone. I think we can make a choice. But I can assure you that no matter what choice you make, I will stand firmly on your side...."

Tiltini's eyes fell on his close friend: "Do you agree with me joining their team?"

Pisme nodded without hesitation.

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"I hope you can ensure the safety of my family." Tiltini quickly made his request, and after receiving a positive answer, the Lieutenant General put down his pipe: "If the revolution fails and I am really forced to go to the gallows, then I think I left this world with a smile..."

"Thank you, Mani, my friend." Dinakale was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he actually succeeded.

The 82nd Armored Division's turnaround will greatly change the passive situation in Turin.

The dawn of revolutionary victory may not be far away.

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On March 30, 1966, something earth-shaking happened in the 8th Army, which was ordered to carry out the repression mission after the outbreak of the Great Uprising of Turin.

On the morning of that day, Lieutenant General Tiltini, the commander of the 82nd Armored Division, delivered a speech to the country.

"I am a patriot. I used to be and now, and my loyalty to the country is incomparable to anyone. The degree to which I love this country is equally incomparable to no one..." said the Lieutenant General with such an opening remark:

"In the land of our country, some major changes are taking place, such as the Republic of Turin. I received orders from the leader, Mr. Vittorio Mussolini, and General Donani, commander-in-chief of the 8th Army, who ordered me to brutally suppress the insurrectionists. However, when I came to the front, I discovered many real things... The insurrectionists in Turin were not traitors, they were real patriots like me! They loved this country extremely, and they were worried about the future of this country. They were poor. They initially wanted to work hard for their survival through parades, but our government rejected their reasonable demands and issued the order for suppression at the first time... I believe that no one would give up their full strength to survive. The great uprising broke out under such circumstances.

Should we slaughter our compatriots, or should we listen to their sufferings? Should we let our hands be covered in blood, or should our people live? Should we concentrate our wealth in the hands of a few people, or should we let every Italian citizen live with dignity? I think any upright and moral person will make the right choice for us.

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As an Italian general, as an Italian, I would not point my muzzle at my fellow countrymen. So I decided to lead my army, join the ranks of the rebels, and contribute everything I have to this country! I will receive accusations, and I will even be sentenced to death by the military court, but I do not regret it because I know very well what I am doing.

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To be continued...