Chapter 345： get away

"Against the Pahlavi rule, the White Revolution is a mistake!"

"Oppose Western control of our minds and restore our religious traditions!"

"Welcome our spiritual leader back home! Build our ysl country!"

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

On the streets of Tehran, the chaos continued. It seemed that they had gained courage and strength from the liberation of the island country in the Far East, and the Iranians' obsession with revolution was extremely urgent.

"Wow!" A shop facing the street was smashed open. This was a shop selling Western underwear. It was full of exquisite bras and **** lingerie. At this time, a bearded Iranian rushed in, After grabbing all the goods inside, a bonfire soon ignited on the ground.

burn! Burn these cancers of the Western world! No more walking down the street with bare arms and thighs, our women!

"You can't burn my stuff!" The shopkeeper yelled anxiously, but unfortunately, more people scolded and beat him in exchange.

"You, you gangsters!" At this moment, the proprietress inside came out, wearing the most popular clothes in the store, a camisole vest and ****, and you could almost see the meat **** swaying inside.

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

"Yes, stone him to death!" The furious crowd around, looking at the woman with bare arms and thighs, were extremely angry. According to the teachings, the whole body should be covered with a black robe! This kind of non-compliance with the teachings should be severely punished!

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

"Smash, smash her to death!" the furious people shouted. At this time, their spirits have long been distorted, and they will not express their true thoughts. Why can you live and eat and wear whatever you want? what! And we can't even eat enough to eat, and the land has been confiscated!

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

"Go to **** with the laws of the Pahlavi government! We need to rule the country with teachings! Teachings will purify our hearts, and we have done this for thousands of years!"

While shouting, the surrounding crowd kept smashing stones, until the scene became a small mountain of stones, until the two were completely covered by stones, and the ground was full of red blood...

Such scenes are being staged everywhere in the streets of Tehran, in the entire large cities of Iran, and the fire of a revolution is burning on the ground of Iran.

Apolfacher clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of tears. He recalled such a scene again. On the TV of the base, he saw the riots on the streets of Tehran broadcasted.

pushup underwear store, the underwear store opened by my parents in the capital of Tehran, on the most prosperous street! And that small pile of stones has buried his parents in it!

On the TV, the believers' actions to purify Tehran are being broadcast, and the TV station has also been occupied by these rioting guys!

How to do? What should I do myself? Avenge your parents? But how do you want to do it yourself? Fly a fighter jet and drop bombs on Tehran? Or with cannons?

No way, after all, there are still good people among them!

"Da Da." At this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance.

Looking at the sound of the gunshots, Apol Fazir saw people in the distance from the base who were rushing up like a tide. In the front, there were several old pickup trucks, and the people on them were obviously holding guns.

"Liberate our troops!"

"Take over our army!"

"Listen to the call of our great leader and rearm our troops with our teachings!"

Damn, these insurgents are coming to ram the barracks! This kind of thing has been happening constantly recently. In the military camp near Tehran, many officers who tried to stop them have been killed by civilians! And now, this turmoil has actually extended to Isfahan!

The army cannot shoot at civilians! Moreover, many lower-level soldiers in the army also stood among these mobs. The most speechless thing is that the king has run away and left Tehran. Now, they have no supreme leader! The military's heart has long been dissipated.

Can't hesitate any longer! Looking at those crowds, they effortlessly overwhelmed the base's barracks and would soon come up. Apol Fazil knew that these people would imprison the base's senior officers and make them swear allegiance to the spiritual leader. .

Since you can't fight, let's run! Thinking of this, Apol Fazir picked up his helmet, ran quickly outside, jumped on the battery car beside him, and ran straight to the apron at the end of the road.

Seeing that the crowd in the distance has begun to rush in, the ground staff and soldiers guarding the fighter plane have already run away, and there is no one!

No gangway either! Apol Fazir parked the car outside the wing, rolled over and jumped onto the wing, then ran to the wing box and jumped into the cockpit.

There is no ground power car to start, I hope it goes well! When the cockpit cover was closed, Apol Fazir's right hand was constantly moving the switch, and the two TF30 engines at the tail were started by the power supply of the fighter.

There's no time, you have to be fast!

There was a roar from the rear, and the two engines started successfully at one time!

Release the brakes The Tomcat accelerated forward with a shudder!

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

Glancing at the cars on the side and the mob behind him like a tide, of course Apol Fazil knew that if he stopped at this time, he would definitely be pulled down and beaten by them!

If there were so many soldiers in the base, if they had stood up, they would have kept these mobs out! Unfortunately, no one resisted, and I could only choose to escape!

"Da da da." Seeing that the fighter plane didn't stop, the people in the pickup were obviously angry, and a shuttle of bullets swept over, but unfortunately there was nothing accurate.

Keep accelerating! Apol Fazir pulled the lever back and the fighter took off!

There is no cure for Iran, and I can only choose to leave! Apol Fazir pulled up the fighter plane and thought silently in his heart, go east and land in Pakistan! (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: