"Come out, come out!" Outside, several Iranian soldiers with guns shouted at the people inside the prison.

Ivan stood up, he looked at the people outside, feeling very curious, what is this for? Do you want to transfer yourself away? If that's the case, it's very good, and in the process of transferring, there may be a chance to escape!

Ivan stood up, walked out slowly, and walked outside, originally wanting to ask the other party, but the other party's eyes were obviously hostile, so Ivan could only give up.

Yakov also stood up, he puffed up his chest and walked very seriously, as if he was going to the execution ground.

What are you afraid of!

Yakov soon walked up to Ivan's side, and heard Ivan whisper: "Follow me in a moment, and if we have the chance, we will run away." ”

"Hey, don't talk!" The whispering of the two was immediately detected by the Iranian soldiers, who fortunately did not speak Russian.

Outside, the sun was dazzling, and when he saw these prisoner cars, Ivan was immediately discouraged, the outside was tied up with thick wooden sticks, a wooden stick, thicker than a thigh, it was not easy to break it, and there was nothing to cover!

There are dozens of such prisoner carts, and ten people are crammed into each prisoner cart, but they are not nervous.

The most depressing thing for the Soviet soldiers was that these cars were clearly the trucks of their artillery regiment!

"Okay, stop!" Ivan wanted to follow Yakov into the car, but was stopped by the Iranian soldiers, and Ivan felt a bang in his head, no, they were going to separate!

Ten people in a prisoner's cart, just separated him from Yakov, Yakov turned his head to look at Ivan, and then he was pushed up and locked the door of the prisoner's cart.

Ivan had no choice but to walk to the other prisoner cart, and he did not dare to look too much at the prisoner cart with Yakov in it, if it was discovered by the Iranians escorted by them, it would be troublesome.

Soon, the captives got into the car, heard the roar of the engine in front, and the convoy started.

At this time, everyone thought that they had been transferred to other prisoner of war camps, and they never dreamed that they would be warmly welcomed by the citizens of Tehran.

At the front of the convoy was a troop of horsemen, young men in their twenties, surrounded by a man with the highest feathers on his military cap.

His Royal Highness Prince Pahlavi!

In today's parade in the streets, Prince Pahlavi was arranged by Reza Khan, and in his external claims, Prince Pahlavi personally led the troops to charge for this great victory.

This is not wrong, when the attack was made, Prince Pahlavi went with him, watching the battle from a hill a few kilometers away.

Prince Pahlavi is twenty years old this year, which is the most chic and handsome age, and when he appears on the street on a horse, he is always greeted with bursts of cheers and the hot eyes of countless girls.

Iran in this era was still open, and it did not have the status of a woman who was covered in black and a vassal of men like later generations.

And Prince Pahlavi is surrounded by nobles who have grown up with him since childhood, and there is absolutely no problem in loyalty, these people will be strong subordinates of Prince Pahlavi when he is in power in the future.

Prince Pahlavi led the team, followed by prisoner vans, and drove to the main road in Tehran.

At this time, both sides of the street were under martial law by the cavalry, and behind the cordon, there were countless citizens of Tehran.

When he saw His Royal Highness the Prince come out, all the citizens cheered, and the whole street was simply a sea of joy.

Hearing the cheers on both sides, the Soviet prisoners on the prisoner cart behind were still very puzzled, they couldn't understand Persian, but they could at least read each other's expressions!

People's expressions are the most colorful, and now, the people around them are happy, what are they happy about? Is it welcoming yourself? Seems unlikely, right?

At this moment, joy was replaced by anger.

"Damn the Soviets!"

"Demons who have invaded our territorial homeland!"

"Soviets, get out!"

Seeing the Soviets in the prison car, the hearts of the Iranian citizens were replaced by anger, and now, Tabriz and other places in northwestern Iran are still occupied by Soviet troops, and the Iranians are extremely angry at this barbaric act.

Now, they finally have someone to vent to!

Everyone's pockets are bulging, and their pockets are full of stones!

The stones were not big, the largest was less than the size of an egg, and now they picked up the stones they had prepared and threw them at the prisoner cart!

"Ouch!" One of the Soviet prisoners was thrown and screamed, while the others quickly took refuge.

Shameless, barbaric, these people who have no moral bottom line and do not respect the Geneva Conventions!

In an instant, the Soviet prisoners were furious, and they finally knew why they were being escorted out, just to drag them through the streets!

It's not the first time the townspeople have done this, their heads are high, the cab of the car in front of them is not hurt in the slightest, and the cage made of wooden sticks in the back compartment is full of stones splashing!

Even more terrible than the big boulders were the small boulders, and the young Iranian children, sitting on top of their father's head, pulled a slingshot in their hands, shot the stones accurately into the bodies of the Soviet prisoners!

"Ahh A captive was hit in the ass by a stone, he hugged his ass in pain, and as a result, his head was raised, and as a result, the stone fired by the slingshot of an Iranian kid successfully hit him in the forehead, beating him to the point of blood!

Although Iran has abundant oil resources, until now, Iran has not made oil profits, so Iran's economy is still very poor, and the citizens are reluctant to waste tomatoes and eggs, and they strictly adhere to their own teachings that they cannot waste food.

The stones are their best way to vent!

This scene is truly spectacular!

Dozens of prisoner vans, slowly moving forward, they pulled away so that the convoy could cross an entire street, and on both sides of the street, the Iranian people were venting their anger against the Soviets to their heart's content!

At the top of the tall building, you can see a flash shaking, which is a reporter recording precious historical footage.

On one of the three floors, there is the figure of a Western journalist with a sign on his chest, which was specially agreed by the Tehran Police Department, with a photo on it, and also a name, Robert Capa, a war photographer!