#1045 Test (Plus 1)

"Führer Cyric, we intercepted the telegrams from the Soviets." In the wolf's den, Cyric sat on a reclining chair, blowing the mountain peaks and basking in the sun, listening to the report of the intelligence officer on the side.

The Soviets don’t know it yet. Their passwords have long been deciphered by their own side. The Soviets’ military operations throughout Iran are well known by their own side. Otherwise, how would the Iranian army know exactly the actions of the other’s tank divisions? The artillery regiment behind was intercepted?

In this era, it is not difficult to decipher passwords, especially Germany and such masters as Turing, and German radio stations do not have to worry about the risk of being deciphered, because they use frequency-hopping radios, which are difficult to be deciphered.

Now, Cyric opened the telegram and looked at the words inside, and he was instantly enlightened.

Yakov, imprisoned in the palace prison, come to the rescue!

How many Yakovs could there be in the USSR? Can they mobilize a lot of power to rescue? Needless to say?

Cyric immediately became interested: "Reinhardt, how to do it, I don't need to teach you?"

Looking at Cyric's eyes, Reinhardt knew what Cyric meant: "Yes, we set a trap there to capture all the people they came to rescue!"

"Goebbels, you also have a mission." Cyric said to the propaganda minister beside him.

Goebbels has already seen sparks in front of his eyes. Yakov, Stalin's son, actually came out to invade others and was captured. This is simply the best news!

Spread the word, let the whole world see it! Yakov deeply realized his mistake, broke with the motherland resolutely, and threw himself into the revolution against the tyranny of the Soviet Union!

Well, this scene must be beautiful.

The two immediately decided to go to Tehran in person, and at this time, in Tehran, Yakov also experienced a test of his life.

His head was covered in blood, and his body was covered in bruises. Because of his youthful spirit and anger, Yakov was hit by countless stones, especially a few feet long on the back of his head, which was even more frightening.

Moreover, he was not detained with the other prisoners. Right after he came back, he was dragged out by several Iranian men who were big and three thick and thrown here.

He felt something warm and soft under him, like a Persian rug? His blood flowed onto the carpet and stained the entire carpet. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at a girl walking towards him slowly.

"Does it hurt?" the girl asked.

"Go away, kill me if you want, don't let us suffer this kind of insult!" Yakov wanted to make this shout, but he couldn't. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak. Come on, his throat just wriggled twice, and then, there was nothing.

He felt a cool tingling sensation on his forehead. This girl actually picked up tweezers and alcohol pads and began to disinfect him. The alcohol entered the wound and stimulated his nerves. His hand clenched sharply. Tight, try not to show pain.

The blood on the wound was cleaned up, and then wrapped in clean gauze. Yakov's taste nerves were also slowly recovering. He smelled a special fragrance on the girl.

"Water, water." He made such a sound in his throat, and then he felt a wetness around his mouth. The girl had used a silver spoon to slowly pour the water into his mouth in small sips. His throat finally felt better.

His vision is also slowly recovering. The girl in front of him clearly catches his eye. She has a big face and looks so delicate. On her head, she wears a simple bun, which looks like It is so elegant and noble.

Iranian girl?

"Where am I?" Yakov asked. He looked around, it looked like a great hall, but the curtains outside were all pink and looked nondescript.

"Don't worry, it's very safe here." The girl said, "It's very dangerous for you to do that outside today!"

Thinking of what happened during the day, Yakov suddenly felt a burst of anger. There was an Iranian in front of him. It seemed that he should take his anger on the other party? But he couldn't express it, the other party had a noble temperament, and at this time, the other party did not have any malice.

"My name is Ashraf, what's your name?" the girl asked.

"Yakov." Yakov said.

"Brother Yakov, who else is in your family?" the girl asked, "Perhaps, I can help you get in touch and let them rescue you back. I am familiar with the environment here and can take you away quietly."

Who else is at home? Yakov thought of his mother he had never seen, his father whom he hadn't seen for a year, and his stepmother and half-brother, and he was speechless.

"No, I'm a prisoner. They won't let me go. If you let me go back, it will bring you danger." Yakov suddenly thought of something.

The girl in front of her didn't know who she was, but she looked like an angel, and the pie face became so cute in Yakov's eyes.

He is concerned about the safety of this girl.

When the girl heard Yakov's words, she immediately shook her head firmly, and then suddenly all her eyes were full of tenderness: "Brother Yakov, in fact, you don't know, when I saw your appearance in the crowd, I was deeply moved. I fell in love with you, in fact, I can take you away, you can take me away, we Persian girls, if you like a man, you will be with him regardless of your health."

like yourself? Yakov immediately remembered that he had a wife and children in the Soviet Union, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he suddenly thought, maybe this is his only chance?

At this moment, suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside, which seemed to carry an angry voice, and floated over: "Ashraf, what are you doing? Do you know that the Soviets are invading us? You actually have the intention to be with a prisoner here? I'm going to tell your father about you!"

The man outside spoke Persian, which Yakov couldn't understand, but he recognized this man, the man who escorted them through the streets during the day. This man has a very high status among Iranians!

The one who came was Prince Pahlavi. When he heard that his sister had taken one of the prisoners, he felt that there was a problem. He ran over to see that his sister was actually kissing me with a prisoner. This is amazing!

Even if it was because the father said that he would marry his sister to the son of the head of Cyric, the sister would not be willing to give up like this! Pahlavi was very angry, after all, he came out one minute earlier than his sister, and he was a brother!