"Head of Cyric, we intercepted the telegram of the Soviets." In Wolf's Den, Cyric was sitting on a recliner, blowing on the mountain, basking in the sun, and listening to the report of the intelligence officer on the side.
The Soviets don’t know until now. Their passwords have long been deciphered by their own. The Soviets’ military operations in Iran are well known to them. Otherwise, how could the Iranian army just know the actions of the opposing tank division? The artillery regiment behind was intercepted?
In this era, it is not difficult to decipher the code, especially for experts like Germany and Turing, while German radio stations do not have to worry about the risk of being deciphered, because they use frequency-hopping radio stations, which are difficult to crack.
Now Cyric opened the telegram and looked at the words in it, and it was a flash of light.
Yakov, locked in the palace prison, come to rescue!
How many Yakovs can there be in the Soviet Union? Can they mobilize a lot of force to rescue? Is that still necessary?
Cyric immediately became interested: "Reinhardt, what do you do, don't I need to teach you?"
Looking at Cyric's eyes, Reinhardt knew Cyric's meaning: "Yes, we set up a trap there to capture all the people they came to rescue!"
"Goebbels, you also have a mission." Cyric said to the propaganda minister on the side.
Goebbels had already sparked in front of him. Yakov, Stalin's son, actually came out to invade others and was taken prisoner. This is nothing better than good news!
Propaganda, let people all over the world see! Yakov deeply realized his mistakes, resolutely broke with the motherland, and devoted himself to the revolution against the tyranny of the Soviet Union!
Well, this scene must be very beautiful.
The two immediately decided to voluntarily rush to Tehran, and at this time, in Tehran, Yakov also experienced a test in his life.
His head was covered with blood, and his body was bruised. Because of his youth and anger, Yakov was hit by countless stones, especially on the back of his head, a few feet long opening was even more frightening.
Moreover, he was not detained with the other prisoners. Just after returning, he was dragged out by a few Iranian men who were big and thick and thrown here.
He felt warm and soft under his body, like a Persian carpet? His blood flowed on the carpet and soiled the entire carpet. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at a girl, and walked slowly towards him.
"Does it hurt?" the girl asked.
"Go away, you kill me if there is a kind of thing, don't let us suffer this insult!" Yakov wanted to make this shout, but he couldn't make it. His voice was already dumb and he couldn't speak. Come, his throat just squirmed twice, and then there was nothing left.
He felt a cool tingling sensation on his forehead. The girl actually picked up the tweezers and the alcohol cotton and began to sterilize him. The alcohol entered the wound and stimulated his nerves. His hand jerked. It's tight, try not to show pain.
The bruise on the wound was cleaned up and then wrapped in clean gauze. Yakov's taste nerves were slowly recovering. He smelled a special fragrance on the girl.
"Water, water." There was such a sound in his throat. Then, he felt his mouth moist. The girl had used a silver spoon to slowly pour water into his mouth. His throat finally felt comfortable.
His vision is slowly recovering. The girl in front of him clearly meets his eyes, a big pie face, looks so delicate, and she wears a simple bun on her head, which looks It is so elegant and noble.
Iranian girl?
"Where am I?" Yakov asked. He looked around, it looked like a large hall, but the curtains outside were all pink and looked nondescript.
"Don't worry, it's safe here." The girl said: "It's dangerous to be outside today, if you did that!"
Thinking of what happened during the day, Yakov immediately felt a burst of anger. There was an Iranian in front of him. It seemed that he should put his anger on him? But he couldn't send it out, the other party had a noble temperament, and, at this time, the other party didn't have any malice.
"My name is Ashraf, what is your name?" the girl asked.
"Yakov." Yakov said.
"Brother Yakov, who else is in your family?" the girl asked, "Perhaps, I can help you contact and ask them to save you back. I am familiar with the environment here and can take you away quietly."
Who else is in the family? Yakov thought of his mother, whom he had never seen before, of his father who had never seen one face for a year, of his stepmother and his half-brother, and he was speechless.
"No, I am a captive, they will not let me go, if you let me go back, it will bring you danger." Yakov suddenly thought of something ~www.novelhall.com~ this girl in front of me, no I knew what it was, but it looked like an angel, and the pie face became so cute in Yakov's eyes.
He is concerned about the safety of the girl.
When the girl heard Yakov’s words, she immediately shook her head firmly. Then, suddenly her eyes were full of tenderness: "Brother Yakov, you don’t know. I saw you in the crowd, so I deeply If I like you, in fact, I can take you away, or you can take me away. We Persian girls, if we like a man, we will stay with him desperately."
Like yourself? Yakov suddenly remembered that he had a wife and children in the Soviets, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but suddenly he thought, maybe this is his only chance?
At this moment, suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside, seeming to have an angry voice, and they floated over: "Ashraf, what are you doing? Do you know that the Soviets are invading us? ? Actually want to be here with a prisoner? I want to tell your father about you!"
The man outside spoke Persian, which Yakov could not understand, but he recognized this man, the man who escorted them on the street during the day. This man has a high status among Iranians!
It was Prince Pahlavi who came here. When he heard that his sister had taken one of the prisoners, he felt that there was a problem. He ran over to see that his sister actually and a prisoner Qingqing, I, and I, it was pretty good!
Even if it was because the father said that he wanted to marry his sister to the son of Führer Cyric, the younger sister was a little unwilling, it would not be so self-defeating! Pahlavi was very angry. After all, he came out a minute earlier than his sister, and he was his brother! ()
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