"Quick, quick, quick!" In the dark night, the runway was shining with lights, and under the illumination of the lights, a soldier with an umbrella bag on his back was running towards the transport plane.

The commander of the 206th parachute brigade, Belenkonovich, looked at the running soldiers, his heart was full of excitement, and it was finally their turn to go to the battlefield!

The paratroopers were a new branch of the army, they had not been seen in the First World War, they were still young, and now they were going to show what they were capable of.

The greatest advantage of the Airborne Forces is that they can appear anywhere, they have the suddenness of operations, their counterparts the Germans, have already performed several miracles, and now, the Soviet paratroopers will definitely not lag behind.

When he accepted the mission, Berenkonovich knew how important his task was, and the commander of the paratrooper unit, Major General Glazunov, personally told him that after the completion of this mission, they would be personally summoned by Comrade Stalin!

Their mission was twofold: to dig out the nest of the Iranians, to storm the palace, to capture the Iranian king, and at the same time, to rescue the Soviet soldiers in the palace prison, one of whom was the most important.

He still had that picture on his chest, and he didn't have much doubt about such a task.

Iran has already transferred their main forces to Qazvin, and in the capital Tehran, there is now only one Royal Guard, and most of these troops are scaffolded soldiers, which are used for review, and the real combat effectiveness is quite poor.

In particular, tonight is a surprise attack, and when we rush over, maybe the Iranians are still asleep! They are guarding the mountain passes near Tehran, trying to hinder their own attack, and they would never have dreamed that they would fall from the sky, right?

On the runway of the airport, there are ПС-84-К planes, which are twin-engined, single-wing transport planes, almost exactly the same as the American Douglas DC-3 passenger planes.

In 36 years, the Soviet Union purchased DC-3 passenger aircraft from the United States and requested the manufacturing rights from the Douglas Aircraft Company, and the United States agreed based on the principle of reciprocity between the allies, and the Soviet Union then sent technicians to the Douglas factory in the United States to study.

Later, on the basis of this passenger aircraft, the Soviet Union made its own imitations, manufactured a large number of this transport aircraft, and switched to the Soviet Union's own engines, and now, the model in front of it is specially used by paratroopers.

The number of such aircraft was not large, but with the urgent mobilization of the Soviet aviation department, there were enough dozens of them, enough for a paratrooper brigade to be airdropped at one time.

When all the paratroopers were on the plane, Belenkovich also stepped into the cabin, and the Ash-62IR air-cooled single-row star-shaped nine-cylinder piston engines on both sides of the plane rumbled, and the plane slid up the runway and rushed into the dark night sky.

In the back, one transport plane after another took off, according to the predetermined route, crossed the Caspian Sea, and flew directly over Tehran!

The northern part of Tehran is full of tall mountains, and although there are some flat areas on the outskirts of Tehran, it is difficult to parachute there in the dark.

So, the plan of the 206 parachute brigade is to fly over Tehran and then land in the south of Tehran!

Tehran, a big city, even if the lights are controlled, it is easy to have their own intelligence officers below to cooperate and provide guidance, as long as they find Tehran, and then fly over Tehran, in the south of them, it is a large plain area!

They will quickly land, assemble, and then advance towards Tehran, and at the same time, dozens of intelligence officers who have been left in Tehran in advance will guide them and lead them straight to the palace!

At that time, the Iranians have not yet reacted, and their prime minister, the king, will be captured by their own side!

With such a dream, Belenkonovich closed his eyes, and now, he had to conserve his strength.

South of Tehran, the small town of Rey.

It is an ancient city located on the southern outskirts of Tehran, next to the road to Qom, which has a much more prominent history than Tehran and is famous for producing fine pottery.

It can be said that this is an important route of the Silk Road, an important ancient Persian town, where Alexander, Parthians, and Seljuks all left footprints.

Unfortunately, under the iron hooves of the Mongols, it was slaughtered here, and then it collapsed. Only the mottled Sassanid walls, the Seljuk Gongbei Tower, the Qajar pilgrimage shrine and the reliefs show its long history.

The city had fallen, and there was usually no one to go with it, and now, in the darkness of the night, several figures walked slowly from the ruins of Rey City.

"Quick, we have to be fast, our plane will be coming soon." One of the leading men said, "As long as we have a flashlight on the ground and guide the air." ”

In the dark, a single fire can guide an airplane in the sky, and if it is a wilderness, it can be lit directly on the ground.

But not now, it is too close to the city of Tehran, and in order to prevent the Tehran guards from discovering the fire here, they can only use flashlights, the beams of flashlights, to shine into the sky, which is difficult to see from the ground.

Each of them carries a few flashlights in their pockets, and they also need to pose a definite shape on the ground to be able to guide the air, and this shape is a five-pointed star.

Several people in the clearing, quickly moving, unaware of the danger.

Suddenly, one of them felt a tremor on the ground, and as they shone their flashlights in horror, they saw a troop of cavalry approaching at a rapid pace.

Damn, run!

The man in the lead ran away, trying to run back to the town, where it would be easy to hide, but as soon as he had run two steps, there was a crisp sound of gunfire from behind, and he was shot!

His body, weakly collapsed in front, and several of his companions were already surrounded by shining sabers.

"You lackeys of the Soviets! Damn it! ”

The flashlight rolled to the ground, and by the light of the flashlight, when the leading man closed his eyes, he saw that more cavalry were coming quickly on the road farther away, and behind the cavalry, there were convoys, trucks, and the muzzles of anti-aircraft machine guns, raised high, looking in the direction of the sky.

Oops, it's a trap! The man closed his eyes and fell into eternal darkness, his body already slowly becoming cold.

The night sky, still dark, and the earth fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.