"The White Revolution is a mistake against the rule of the Pahlavi Dynasty!"

“Oppose Western mental control over us and restore our religious traditions!”

"Welcome our spiritual leaders back! Establish our ysl country!"

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

On the streets of Tehran, chaos continued, as if he had gained courage and strength from the liberation of island countries in the Far East, and the Iranians' persistence in revolution became extremely urgent.

"Wow!" A shop on the street was smashed open. It was a shop selling Western underwear, full of exquisite bras and sexy Nen. At this time, the Iranians with big beards rushed in and snatched all the goods inside, and a bonfire was soon lit on the ground.

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

"You can't burn my stuff!" The owner shouted in a hurry. Unfortunately, it was in exchange for more insults and beats from others.

"You, you bandits!" At this moment, the boss lady inside came out, wearing the most popular clothes in the store, the suspender vest and *******, and you could almost see the meat balls swaying inside.

"A woman like you is still a believer of our ysl religion? Such a person should be killed with rocks! Only in this way can the Lord forgive your sins!" a mullah stood up and shouted loudly.

"Yes, kill him with a stone!" The angry crowd around him looked at the woman with bare arms and thighs and was extremely angry. According to the doctrine, he should cover his whole body with a black robe! Such behavior of not following the doctrine should be severely punished!

"Bang!" A stone hit the woman's forehead, and suddenly, blood flowed out.

"Smash, smash her to death!" shouted one by one, their spirits had long been distorted. They would not express their true thoughts in their hearts. Why can you have no worries about food and clothing, and wear whatever you want! But we can't even eat enough and the land was confiscated!

"No, you can't do this! You will be severely punished by law!" the man shouted, protecting the woman with his body and suffering from stones after stone.

"Let the laws of the Pahlavi government go to hell! We need to rule the country with doctrine! Doctrine will purify our hearts, and we have done this for thousands of years!"

The crowd around shouted and kept smashing the stones over until the scene was piled up into a small stone mountain, until the two of them were completely covered with stones, and the ground was covered with red blood...

Such a scene is being staged everywhere on the streets of Tehran and in the entire Iranian city, and a revolutionary fire is burning on the land of Iran.

Apoll Fahul clenched his fists, his eyes filled with tears. He recalled such a scene. On the TV of the base, he saw the riots on the streets of Tehran that were broadcast.

pushup underwear shop, the underwear shop opened by my parents in the capital of Tehran, is on the busiest street! And the small pile of stones built up has buried his parents in it!

On TV, the believers are broadcasting the action of purifying Tehran, and the TV station has been occupied by these rioters!

What to do? What should I do? Avenge my parents? But what should I do specifically? Fly a fighter plane, throw bombs on Tehran? Or shoot with a machine gun?

None of them, after all, there are still good people among them!

"Dada." At this moment, gunfire suddenly sounded in the distance.

Looking along the gunshot, Apoll Fazil saw that in the distance of the base, those who were rushing up like a tide, were several worn pickup trucks in front, and the people above were obviously holding guns.

“Liberate our army!”

“Take over our army!”

"Assess the call of our great leaders and re-arm our army with our teachings!"

Damn, these rebels are coming to rush into the military camp! Such things have been happening recently. Many officers who have tried to stop the military camps near Tehran have been beaten to death by civilians! And now, this storm has actually expanded to Isfahan!

The army cannot shoot at civilians! Moreover, many of the lower-class soldiers in the army are also standing among these mobs. The most speechless thing is that the king has run away and left Tehran. Now, they have no supreme leader! The morale of the army has long been disintegrated.

You can't hesitate anymore! Looking at the crowds, they rushed over without any trouble, and soon Apoll Fazil knew that these people would imprison the senior officials of the base and let them swear allegiance to the spiritual leader.

Since you can't fight, you'd better run! Thinking of this, Apoll Fazil picked up his helmet, ran out quickly, jumped onto the battery car beside him, and headed straight to the apron at the end of the runway.

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

There was no gangway! Apoll Fazel parked the car outside the wing, turned over and jumped onto the wing, then ran to the wing box and jumped into the cockpit.

There is no ground power supply car to start, I hope I can go smoothly! When closing the canopy cover, Apoll Fazel's right hand kept moving the electric door and relied on the power supply of the fighter to start the two TF30 engines at the rear.

There is no time, you have to be fast!

A roar came from the tail, and the two engines were successfully started in one go!

Release the brakes, the Tomcat fighter accelerated forward tremblingly!

"Stop, stop!" At this moment, several worn pickup trucks started to move up. When they saw the fighter plane trying to take off, these guys obviously wanted to intercept it.

After glanced at the cars on the side and the mob behind, Apoll Fazil knew that when he stopped at this time, he would definitely be pulled down and beaten up by them!

If there were so many soldiers at the base, they would have blocked these mobs long ago! Unfortunately, no one resisted, and I could only choose to escape!

"Dadada." Seeing the fighter plane not stopping, the people in the pickup truck were obviously angry. They swept over with bullets, but unfortunately they were not sure.

Continue to accelerate! Apoll Fazil pulls the operating lever backwards, and the fighter takes off!

Iran is beyond help, so it can only choose to leave! Apollfazer pulled up the fighter plane and silently thought in his heart, heading east and landing in Pakistan! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!