"Head of War, we intercepted the Soviets' telegram." In the wolf's den, Warrick sat on the recliner, blowing the mountain peaks and basking in the sun, listening to the report of the intelligence officer beside him.

The Soviets still don’t know that their code has been deciphered by their own side long ago. The Soviets’ military operations in the entire Iran were well aware of. Otherwise, how could the Iranian army just know the actions of the other side’s tank division and intercept the artillery regiment behind them?

In this era, it is not difficult to decipher passwords, especially German experts like Turing. German radio stations do not have to worry about the risk of being deciphered, because they use frequency hopping radio stations, which is difficult to crack.

Now, Cialek opened the telegram and looked at the words inside, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration.

Yakov was locked in a palace prison, come and rescue him!

How many Yakovs could be found in the Soviet Union? Can they mobilize a large amount of forces to rescue them? Is that needless to say?

Cialic immediately became interested: "Reinhardt, what should I do? I don't need to teach you?"

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

"Goebel, you have a task, too." Cialek said to the propaganda minister beside him.

Goebbels had already sparked before his eyes. Yakov, Stalin's son, actually came out to invade others and was captured. This is simply good news!

The propaganda was widely publicized and let everyone in the world see it! Yakov deeply realized his mistakes, resolutely broke with the motherland, and devoted himself to the revolution against the tyranny of the Soviet Union!

Well, this scene will definitely be very beautiful.

The two immediately decided to rush to Tehran by themselves, and at this time, in Tehran, Yakov was also experiencing a test of his life.

His head was covered with blood and bruises. Because of his youth and anger, Yakov was hit by countless stones, especially a few feet long hole on the back of his head, which was even more scary.

Moreover, he was not imprisoned with other prisoners. Just after he came back, he was dragged out by several large and thick Iranian men and threw them here.

He felt the warm and soft under his body, as if it was a Persian carpet? His blood flowed to the carpet and stained the whole carpet. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at a girl, and walked slowly towards him.

"Does it hurt?" the girl asked.

"Get out of here, if you have sex, you kill me. Don't let us suffer such insults!" Yakov wanted to make this shout, but he couldn't shout it out. His voice was hoarse and could not speak. His throat just squirmed twice, and then there was nothing left.

He felt a cool stinging feeling on his forehead. The girl actually picked up tweezers and alcohol cotton and began to disinfect him. The alcohol entered the wound and stimulated his nerves. His hand clenched tightly, trying to prevent himself from showing pain.

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

"Water, water." This sound was made in his throat, and then he felt a wetness on his mouth. The girl had slowly poured water into his mouth with a silver spoon, and his throat finally felt comfortable.

His vision was also slowly recovering. The girl in front of him clearly came into his eyes. A big pie face looked so pretty. She wore a simple bun on her head, which looked so elegant and noble.

Iranian girl?

"Where am I?" asked Yakov. He looked around and saw a hall, but the curtains outside were all pink and looked inconsistent.

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

Thinking of what happened during the day, Yakov suddenly felt anger. There was an Iranian in front of him. He seemed to be supposed to send anger on the other party? But he couldn't. The other party had a noble temperament, and at this time the other party had no malice.

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

"Yakov." said Yakov.

"Brother Yakov, who else is there in your family?" asked the girl, "Maybe, I can help you contact and let them save you back. I am familiar with the environment here and can take you away quietly."

Who else is there in the family? Yakov remembers his mother he had never met before, his father he had never seen for a year, and his stepmother and his half-brother, and he was speechless.

"No, I am a prisoner. They will not let me go. If you let me go back, it will bring you danger." Yakov suddenly thought of something.

The girl in front of me didn't know what she was, but she looked like an angel. Her big pie face became so cute in Yakov's eyes.

He was concerned about the safety of the girl.

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

Like himself? Yakov suddenly remembered that he had his wife and children in the Soviet Union, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he suddenly thought again, maybe this was his only chance?

At this moment, suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside, and seemed to be angry, and floated over: "Ashraf, what are you doing? Do you know that the Soviets are invading us? They actually have the intention to be with a prisoner here? I want to tell your father about you!"

The man outside spoke Persian, which Yakov couldn't understand, but he recognized this man, the man who was parading on the streets during the day. This man had a high status among Iranians!

The one who came was Prince Pahlavi. When he heard that his sister had asked for one of the prisoners, he felt something was wrong. He ran over and saw that his sister was actually in love with a prisoner. This was a great deal!

Even if the father said that he wanted to marry his sister to the son of Head of Cialek, his sister was a little unwilling to do so, he would not give up on himself like this! Pahlavi was very angry. After all, he came out one minute earlier than his sister and was his brother!
Chapter completed!