Capa was the greatest war correspondent of his time, and when he was on the battlefield in Spain, he went to the front line, risked all kinds of risks, shuttled through the rain of bullets, and took one shot after another.

He went deeper into the warring sides, and after interviewing the international columns, he went to interview the German army, and from that time, he got a result.

War does not matter whether it is just or unjust, and some so-called justice is just a high-sounding excuse. It is the most sanctimonious to proclaim itself as a righteous country and invade other countries with righteousness and awe.

For example, now, the Soviets are like this, without any reason, they sent troops to occupy the northwest of Iran, and what is even more terrible is that the United States-led countries have not condemned this behavior of the Soviet Union!

Is there justice in this world? It's ridiculous to think about yourself in the beginning!

Capa only wanted to interview the war itself, although the war is not just, but the people who enter the war are the most pitiful, whether it is civilians or the military.

For example, these Soviet soldiers who are now paraded through the streets, from their point of view, as soldiers, it is their duty to carry out orders, and when the orders of their superiors come down, they must absolutely obey, even if it is to invade other countries.

Capa only wanted to take pictures, he didn't want to rebuke either side of the war.

Suddenly, he turned his camera on one of the Soviet prisoners, and the prisoner's behavior was very peculiar.

The other captives were lying on their stomachs, with their heads in their hands, and their buttocks exposed to the outside, which minimized the damage, but this captive was not.

He was still standing, in front of a group of fallen captives, and he, the man who was standing, stood out from the crowd, with anger between his eyebrows, his hands grasping the railing of the prisoner cart, his mouth, which seemed to be open, did not know what he was roaring.

At such a time, it is rare to find such a Soviet prisoner!

"Click! Click! Click! Capa did not hesitate to take three consecutive photographs of the captive in his own film, and he even conceived a name for this photo, the dignity of the captive.

Captives are also dignified, and at such times, being paraded through the streets is the most intolerable thing for them, but unfortunately, only this one person is seen!

Yakov was furious.

When those stones flew one after another, Yakov's anger finally reached its maximum, and as Stalin's eldest son, he also had times when he was angry, such as now.

As prisoners, you can shoot us, but you must not insult us, as soldiers, we do not harm civilians, we abide by international conventions, but what about you? You Persians are simply barbarians without any reason or credibility!

So, in the face of the flying stones, Yakov stood up, and the captive, who would not give in, instantly became the target of the Iranian citizens.

"Smack!" A sharp stone hit Yakov's head, and in an instant, a large bag bulged out on his head.

"Bang!" An even larger stone hit Yakov on the back of the head, and Yakov's body shook and stood firm again.

"Boom!" Another stone, which hit Yakov on the shink, the Iranians wanted to make him kneel, he definitely wouldn't!

In the car behind, Ivan didn't know what was happening, he only felt that the Iranians on both sides were throwing stones at the car in front, and he already felt something bad in his heart, on that car, there was Yakov!

When the car turned around the corner in front, he saw Yakov, whose blood was constantly flowing down his forehead and his grass-green military uniform had been dyed red, and in an instant, Ivan's heart sank.

It's over, Yakov is still too young after all, he can't even stand this grievance, but if he wants to be strong, he will definitely be noticed by the Iranians!

If the Iranians knew Yakov's identity, then the Iranians would have taken advantage of Yakov, and for Moscow, this would be an absolute disaster.

What should I do?

"This Soviet man is interesting, and when the parade is over, bring him to my dormitory." On the street, Princess Achraf, who had a big pie face, saw this scene and said to her men.

"However, it was a prisoner of His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Just say I want it, and my brother will definitely agree." Princess Ashraf had a smile on her face.

A corner of Tehran, the Soviet embassy in Iran.

In fact, there are still many signs of the Soviet Union's attack on Iran, for example, the few Soviets in Iran have left one after another in recent months, and the staff of the Soviet embassy in Iran has also been reduced by half.

In the entire embassy, there were only a dozen people left, and now, the Soviet ambassador Smirnov, is still insisting on his post.

"Now, there is a parade going on outside, and our warriors are being treated with the most barbaric treatment!" A staff member ran over and said to Smirnov.

Everyone present clenched their fists tightly, and the development of the situation was not at all what they thought.

In the plan, the Soviet Red Army would advance rapidly into Tehran, and those who remained behind would go out and hide for two or three days at most, or hold out in the basement of the embassy for two or three days, and then wait for their own personnel to arrive.

But now, a simple victory, fought like this, and Smirnov has even just received a notice from Moscow that he is ready to rescue one of the prisoners!

That prisoner is definitely a special person, and the current mission of the embassy is to use intelligence forces to find the place where the prisoner is held.

This made Smirnov extremely embarrassed, and their Russian faces would be beaten as soon as they went out.

"However, we have a warrior, mighty and unyielding, what a good thing!" The staff member continued, and soon, the photos he had taken were washed out.

He is Azerbaijani, and his face is similar to that of the people here, which is convenient for movement, and he also took some pictures, and no one paid attention anyway.

Got the photo and looked at the captive with blood on his head, and in an instant, Smirnov was stunned.

He remembered that two years ago, when he was in the Kremlin, by chance, he met Stalin's eldest son Yakov, although it was only in a hurry, but as a diplomat, he was still impressed, and now, the prisoner in this photo, isn't it Yakov?

"Quick, send an urgent telegram to Moscow, we found Yakov!" Smirnov said: "Be quick, let them send someone to rescue them quickly!" ”