"Against the rule of the Pahlavi dynasty, the White Revolution is a mistake!"

"Oppose the West's spiritual control over us and restore our religious traditions!"

"Welcome home our spiritual leaders! Build our YSL nation! ”

"Restore the rule of our ancient doctrine and resist the cancer of freedom in the West!"

The chaos continues in the streets of Tehran, as if courage and strength have been gained from the liberation of the island nation in the Far East, and the Iranians' devotion to revolution is uncommensurably urgent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wow!" A shop on the street was smashed open, it was a shop selling Western underwear, which was full of delicate bras and sexy underwear, at this time, the bearded Iranian, rushed in, snatched all the goods inside, and soon a bonfire was lit on the ground.

Burn! Burn these cancers of the Western world! Our women can no longer walk the streets with bare arms and thighs!

"You can't burn my stuff!" The shopkeeper was so anxious that he screamed, but unfortunately, in exchange for more insults and beatings.

"You guys, you bandits!" At this moment, the proprietress inside came out, dressed in the most popular clothes in the store, a suspender vest and ******, and she could almost see the meat balls dangling inside.

"Is a woman like you still a believer in our YSL Sect? Such a person should be stoned to death! Only in this way will you be able to get the Lord to forgive you for your sins! A mullah stepped forward and shouted.

"Yes, stone him to death!" The angry crowd around them, looking at this woman with bare arms and thighs, were extremely angry, and according to the teachings, the whole body should be covered with a black robe! This kind of non-doctrinal behavior should be punished severely!

"Smack!" A stone fell on the woman's forehead, and in an instant, blood flowed out.

"Smash, smash her!" One by one, the angry people shouted, at this time, their spirits have long been distorted, they will not say what they really think in their hearts, why can you have no worries about food and clothing, and wear whatever you want! And we didn't even have enough to eat, and our land was confiscated!

"No, you can't do that! You will be severely punished by the law! The man shouted, protecting the woman with his body, bearing the blow of stone after stone.

"To hell with the laws of the Pahlavi government! We need to rule the nation by doctrine! Doctrine purifies our hearts, and we have done it for thousands of years! ”

The surrounding crowd shouted and threw stones at them until the scene formed a small mountain of stones, until the two of them were completely covered by stones, and the ground was covered with red blood...

Such a scene is being played out everywhere in the streets of Tehran and in the big cities of Iran, and a revolutionary fire is burning on the land of Iran.

Apolfahel clenched his fists, his eyes already filled with tears, and he recalled the scene again, on the television at the base, which he saw on the television of the broadcast of riots in the streets of Tehran.

Pushup lingerie store, the lingerie store opened by his parents in the capital of Tehran, on the busiest street! And the little pile of stones that was erected, in which his parents were buried!

And on TV, the actions of the believers to purify Tehran are being broadcast, and the TV station has also been occupied by these rioting guys!

What to do? What should I do? Revenge for your parents? But how do you do it? Fly a warplane, drop bombs on top of Tehran? Or strafing with a cannon?

No, after all, there are still good people among them!

"Da-da." Just then, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the distance.

Following the sound of the gun, Apol Fazl saw in the distance of the base, those who were pouring up like a tide, and in the front, several dilapidated pickup trucks, on which the people were obviously holding guns.

"Liberate our army!"

"Take over our army!"

"Heed the call of our great leader and rearm our army with our teachings!"

Damn, these rebels are coming to storm the barracks! This kind of thing has been happening all the time recently, and many of the officers in the military camp near Tehran who tried to stop it have been killed by civilians! And now, this turmoil has actually extended to Isfahan!

The army cannot shoot at civilians! Moreover, many lower-level soldiers in the army also stand in the midst of these mobs. The most speechless thing is that the king has already run away and left Tehran, and now, they have no supreme leader! The morale of the army has long been weakened.

Can't hesitate any longer! Watching the crowd, effortlessly overwhelming the barracks at the base, would soon rush up, Apol Fazl knew that these people would have the base's senior governors imprisoned and made them swear allegiance to the spiritual leader.

Since you can't fight, let's run! Thinking of this, Apol Fazl picked up his helmet and ran briskly outside, jumped on the battery car on the side, and ran straight to the tarmac at the end of the road.

Seeing that the crowd in the distance had begun to rush in, the ground crew and soldiers guarding the fighter planes here had already run away, and there was no one!

There are no gangways either! Apol Fazl parked the car on the outside of the wing, rolled over and jumped onto the wing, then ran to the wing box and jumped into the cockpit.

There is no ground power to start the car, and I hope it will go smoothly! When the cockpit canopy was closed, Apol Fazl's right hand was constantly moving the electric door, relying on the power supply of the fighter to start the two TF30 engines in the tail.

There's no time, you have to hurry!

There was a roar at the tail, and the two engines were successfully started at one time!

Letting go of the brakes, the Tomcat fighter accelerated forward tremblingly!

"Stop, stop!" At this moment, several dilapidated pickup trucks drove up, and when they saw the fighter trying to take off, these guys obviously wanted to intercept it.

Glancing at the cars on the side, as well as the mob behind him, of course Apol Fazl knew that if he stopped at this time, he would definitely be pulled down and beaten by them!

There are so many soldiers in the base, if they had stood up, they would have kept these mobs out a long time ago! It's a pity that no one resisted, and he could only choose to escape!

"Da-da-da-da." Seeing that the fighter plane did not stop, the people in the pickup truck were obviously angry, and a shuttle of bullets swept over, but unfortunately there was no accuracy.

Keep accelerating! Apol Fazl pulled back the lever and the fighter took off!

Iran is hopeless, and it can only choose to leave! Apol Fazl pulled up the fighter plane and silently thought in his heart, go east, land in Pakistan! (To be continued.) )