"Führer Ciric, we intercepted the telegrams of the Soviets." In the wolf's den, Shirek sat on a recliner, blowing the mountain peaks, basking in the sun, listening to the reports of the intelligence officer beside him.

The Soviets still don't know that their code has long been deciphered by their own side, and the Soviets' military operations in the entire Iran are well known to their own side, otherwise, how could the Iranian army just know the actions of the opposing tank division and intercept the artillery regiment behind?

In this era, it is not difficult to decipher the code, especially since Germany still has a master like Turing, and German radio stations do not have to worry about the risk of being deciphered, because they use frequency-hopping radios, which is difficult to crack.

Now, Shirek opened the telegram, looked at the words inside, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Yakov, locked up in the palace prison, come to the rescue!

In the USSR, how many Yakovs could there be? Can they mobilize a lot of forces to the rescue? Needless to say?

Ciric immediately became interested: "Reinhardt, how to do it, you don't need me to teach you, right?" ”

Looking at Ciric's eyes, Reinhardt knew what Cirek meant: "Yes, we will set a trap there and capture all the people they came to rescue!" ”

"Goebbels, you also have a mission." Ciric said to the Minister of Propaganda on the side.

Goebbels had already sparked in front of his eyes, Yakov, Stalin's son, actually came out to invade others and was captured, this is simply good news!

Hype it up and let the whole world see it! Yakov deeply realized his mistake, resolutely broke with the motherland, and threw himself into the revolution against the tyranny of the Soviet Union!

Well, this sight, it must be beautiful.

The two immediately decided to go to Tehran in person, and at this time, in Tehran, Yakov was also experiencing a test in his life.

His head was covered with blood and bruises all over his body, because of his youth and vigor, because of his anger, Yakov was hit by countless stones, especially on the back of his head, a few feet long, which was even more terrifying.

Moreover, he was not held with the other prisoners, and when he returned, he was dragged out and thrown here by several Iranian men, who were five big and three thick.

He felt warm, soft underneath his body, as if it were a Persian carpet? His blood flowed onto the carpet and stained the entire carpet, and he struggled to open his eyes and look at a girl who slowly walked towards him.

"Does it hurt?" The girl asked.

"Get out of here, you're going to kill me, don't let us suffer this insult!" Yakov wanted to scream, but he couldn't, his voice was hoarse, he couldn't speak, his throat only squirmed twice, and then, there was nothing.

He felt a cool tingling sensation on his forehead, this girl, actually picked up tweezers and alcohol cotton, and began to disinfect him, the alcohol entered the wound, stimulating his nerves, his hands clenched violently, trying not to show pain.

The bruises from the wound were cleaned and then wrapped in clean gauze, and Yakov's sense of taste was slowly recovering, and he smelled a peculiar scent of the girl.

"Water, water." There was such a sound in his throat, and then, he felt a moistness in his mouth, and the girl had used a silver spoon to slowly pour water into his mouth, and his throat was finally comfortable.

His vision is also slowly recovering, and the girl in front of him clearly meets his eyes, a big pie face, looking so delicate, on her head, wearing a simple bun, looks so elegant and noble.

Iranian girl?

"Where am I?" Yakov asked. He looked around, it was the appearance of a large hall, but the curtains outside were all pink, and they looked nondescript.

"Don't worry, it's safe here." The girl said, "It's dangerous for you to do that outside today!" ”

Thinking of the events of the day, Yakov immediately felt a burst of anger, there was an Iranian in front of him, and it seemed that he should take his anger out on the other party? But he couldn't send it, the other party had a noble temperament, and the other party didn't have any malicious intent at this time.

"My name is Achraf, what's your name?" The girl asked.

"Yakov." Yakov said.

"Brother Yakov, who else is in your family?" The girl asked, "Perhaps, I can help you get in touch and let them rescue you back, I am familiar with the environment here, and I can take you away quietly." ”

Who else is in the house? Yakov remembered his mother, who he had never met, his father, whom he had not seen for a year, his stepmother and his half-brother, and he was speechless.

"No, I'm a captive, they won't let me go, and if you let me go, it's going to be dangerous for you." Something suddenly occurred to Yakov.

The girl in front of me didn't know what her identity was, but she looked like an angel, and her pie face became so cute in Yakov's eyes.

He was concerned about the girl's well-being.

When the girl heard Yakov's words, she immediately shook her head firmly, and then, suddenly, her eyes were full of tenderness: "Brother Yakov, in fact, you don't know, I saw your appearance in the crowd, and I fell in love with you deeply, in fact, I can take you away, you can also take me away, we Persian girls, like a man, will be desperate to be with him." ”

Like yourself? Yakov immediately remembered that he still had a wife and children in the Soviet, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he suddenly thought that maybe this was his only chance?

At this moment, suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and a voice that seemed to be like anger floated over: "Ashraf, what are you doing?" Do you know that the Soviets are invading us? How do you want to be with a captive here? I'm going to tell your father about you! ”

The man outside, speaking Persian, Yakov did not understand, but he recognized this man, the man who escorted them through the streets during the day, this man had a high status among the Iranians!

It was Prince Pahlavi who came, and when he heard that his sister wanted one of the captives, he felt that there was something wrong, and ran over to see that his sister was actually with a captive, and this was worth it!

Even if it was because his father said that he would marry his sister to the son of the Führer Ciric, so that my sister was a little unwilling, she would not give up on herself like this! Pahlavi was angry, after all, he came out a minute earlier than his sister, and he was his brother!