Chapter 1044 The Dignity of the Prisoner

Capa is the greatest war correspondent of this era. When he was on the Spanish battlefield, he went deep into the front line, took all kinds of risks, shuttled through the rain of bullets, and took shots one by one.

He went deeper into the warring sides. After interviewing the international column, he went to interview the German army. From that time, he got a result.

There is no such thing as justice or injustice in war at all. Some so-called justice are just high-sounding excuses. It is the most sanctimonious to label yourself as a just country and to invade other countries with justice and dignity.

For example, now, the Soviet Union is like this. Without any reason, they sent troops to occupy the northwestern part of Iran. What is even more terrifying is that the US-led country has no condemnation for this behavior of the Soviet Union!

Is there justice in this world? It's so ridiculous when you think about your past!

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 army.

For example, these Soviet soldiers who are paraded in the street now, from their point of view, as soldiers, it is their duty to carry out orders. When the orders of their superiors come down, they must obey them absolutely, even if they invade other people's countries.

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

Suddenly, he aimed his camera at one of the Soviet prisoners. The prisoner's performance was very strange.

The other prisoners were all lying on their stomachs, holding their heads in their hands and exposing their buttocks to the outside, so that the damage could be minimized, but this prisoner was not.

He was still standing, in front of a group of prisoners lying on the ground, he stood out from the crowd, with anger between his eyebrows, his hands, grasping the railings of the prison cart, his mouth seemed to also Opened up, not knowing what was roaring.

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

"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!" Capa did not hesitate to take three consecutive shots to clearly photograph the prisoner in his own film. He even thought of a name for this photo, the dignity of the prisoner.

Prisoners are also dignified. At such a time, being paraded on the streets is the most intolerable thing for them. Unfortunately, they only see this person!

Yakov is angry.

When those stones came flying, Yakov's anger finally reached its greatest height. As Stalin's eldest son, he also had moments of anger at the crown, such as now.

As prisoners, you can shoot us, but you must not insult us. As soldiers, we have not harmed civilians. We abide by international conventions, but what about you? You Persians are simply savages without any reason or credibility!

So, facing the swirling stones, Yakov stood up. This captive who would not yield, instantly became the target of the Iranian citizens.

"Crack!" A sharp stone hit Yakov's head, and in an instant, a large bag swelled up on his head.

"Bang!" A bigger stone hit the back of Yakov's head, Yakov's body swayed, and he stood firmly again.

"Boom!" Another stone fell on Yakov's calf. The Iranians wanted him to kneel, but he would never!

In the car behind, Ivan didn't know what was going on. He only felt that the Iranians on both sides were throwing stones at the car in front. He already felt that something was wrong. In that car, there was Jaco. Husband!

When the car turned at the front corner, he saw Yakov, whose grass green military uniform had been dyed red with blood dripping from his forehead. In an instant, Ivan's heart sank.

It's over, Yakov is still too young after all, and he can't even bear this grievance. He has to make a strong appearance, and he will definitely be noticed by the Iranians!

If the Iranians know Yakov's identity, the Iranians will definitely take advantage of Yakov, which is absolutely a disaster for Moscow.

What should I do?

"This Soviet man is interesting. After the parade is over, bring him to my bedroom." On the street, Princess Ashraf with a big cake face saw this scene and said to her subordinates.

"However, that is the captive of His Royal Highness."

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

A corner of Tehran, the Soviet embassy in Iran.

There are actually 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 also reduced by half.

There are only a dozen people left in the entire embassy. Now, the Soviet ambassador, Smirnov, is still holding on to his post.

"Right now, there is a parade outside, and our soldiers are being treated the most brutal!" A staff member ran over and said to Smirnov.

Everyone present clenched their fists tightly, and the development of the situation was different from what they thought.

In the plan, the Red Army of the Soviet Union will advance rapidly into Tehran, and those left behind will go out to hide for two or three days at most, or stay in the basement of the embassy for two or three days, and then they will be able to wait for the arrival of their own personnel.

But now, a simple victory has become what it is now, and Smirnov has even just received a notice from Moscow to rescue one of the prisoners!

That prisoner definitely had a special status. Now the mission of the embassy is to use intelligence to find where the prisoner is being held.

This made Smirnov extremely embarrassed. The faces of these Russians will be beaten as soon as they go out.

"However, we have a warrior who is mighty and unyielding, which is really good!" The staff member continued, and soon, the photos he took back were developed.

He is Azerbaijani, with a similar face to the people here, and it is convenient for activities. He also took some photos, and no one paid attention anyway.

After getting the photo and looking at the bloody prisoner, Smirnov was stunned in an instant.

He remembered that two years ago, when he was in the Kremlin, he met Stalin's eldest son Yakov by chance. Although it was just a quick look at the time, as a diplomat, he was still impressed. Now, the prisoner in this photo , isn't that Yakov?

"Quick, send an expedited telegram to Moscow, we found Yakov!" Smirnov said: "Quick, let them send someone to rescue!"