Chapter 1042： Captive dignity

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

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

In war, there is no such thing as justice or injustice. Some so-called justices are just high-sounding excuses. To label yourself as a righteous country and to invade other countries awe-inspiringly is the most respectful.

For example, the Soviets are like this now. They sent troops to occupy the northwestern part of Iran without any reason. What's even more frightening 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 to think about myself at the beginning!

Capa only wanted to interview the war itself. Although the war is indifferent and just, the people who enter the war are the poorest, whether it is civilians or the army.

For example, these Soviet soldiers who are paraded in the streets now stand from their point of view. As soldiers, it is their bounden duty to execute orders. When the orders of their superiors come down, they must obey absolutely, even if they invade other people's countries.

Capa only wanted to take pictures, he didn't want to reprimand either side in the war.

Suddenly, he aimed his lens at one of the Soviet prisoners. This prisoner's performance was strange.

The other prisoners were all lying on their stomachs, holding their heads in their hands and sticking their buttocks to the outside, which would minimize the damage, but this prisoner was not.

He is still standing, in front of a group of fallen prisoners, he stands out from the crowd. Between his eyebrows, with anger, his hands, holding the railings of the prison car, his mouth seems to be too It opened, and I didn't know what was yelling at.

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

"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!" Capa spared no effort to take three consecutive shots and clearly photographed the captive in his own film. He even conceived a name for the photo, the dignity of the captive.

Captives also have dignity. At this time, being paraded in the streets is what they can't tolerate the most. Unfortunately, they only see this person!

Yakov was angry.

When the stones flew in one after another, Yakov's anger finally reached its maximum. As Stalin's eldest son, he also had times when he became angry, such as now.

As prisoners, you can shoot us, but you must not insult us. As soldiers, we did not harm civilians. We abide by international conventions, but what about you? You Persians are simply barbarians who don't speak any truth or credibility!

So, facing the flying rocks, Yakov stood up, and this prisoner who would not surrender instantly became the target of the Iranian citizens.

"Pop!" A sharp stone hit Yakov's head, and a big bag bulged on his head in an instant.

"Bang!" A larger stone hit the back of Yakov's head. Yakov's body shook and stood firmly again.

"Boom!" Another stone hit Yakov's calf. The Iranians wanted him to kneel down. 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 bad in his heart. There was Jako on that car. Husband!

When the car turned at the front corner, he saw the blood on his forehead steadily flowing down, Yakov, whose grass-green military uniform had been dyed red, instantly, Ivan’s heart sank.

After all, Yakov is still too young after all. He can't stand even this kind of grievance. He has to be strong and he will definitely be noticed by the Iranians!

If the Iranians know Yakov’s identity, the Iranians will definitely make good use of Yakov. For Moscow, this is definitely a disaster.

What should I do?

"This Soviet man is interesting. When the parade is over, bring him to my bedroom." On the street, Princess Ashraf with a big pie-faced face saw this scene and said to her men.

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

"Just say I want it, my brother Wang will definitely agree." Princess Ashraf smiled.

A corner of Tehran, the Soviet embassy in Iran.

The Soviet Union launched an attack on Iran. In fact, there are still many signs. For example, the few Soviets in Iran have left one after another in recent months. The staff of the Soviet Embassy in Iran also Cut it by half.

There were only a dozen people left in the entire embassy. Now, Soviet ambassador Smirnov still persists in his post.

"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 completely different from what they thought.

According to the plan, the Soviet Red Army will quickly advance into Tehran. The remaining personnel 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 until their personnel arrive.

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

The prisoner is definitely a special person. The mission of the embassy now is to use intelligence to find the prisoner's place.

This made Smirnov extremely embarrassed, and their Russian faces would be beaten as soon as they went out.

"However, we have a soldier who is mighty and unyielding. It's really good!" The staff member continued, and soon the photos he took back were washed out.

He is a native of Azerbaijan, and his face is similar to that of the people here. It is convenient to move around. He also took some photos, but no one noticed anyway.

After getting the photo, Smirnov was stunned when he looked at the captive with his head full of blood.

He remembered that when he was in the Kremlin two years ago, by chance, he met Stalin’s eldest son Yakov. Although he was only in a hurry, he was still impressed as a diplomat. Now, the prisoner in this photo , Isn't it Yakov?

"Quickly, send an urgent telegram to Moscow, we found Yakov!" Smirnov said: "Quickly, let them send someone to rescue me!" ()

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