"Bang~~"

I don't know how long it took, Major General Kurochkin slammed the telephone receiver in his hand onto the desktop, shook the pencils and erasers on it, and then fell down in pieces, spread on the desktop, making the originally neat and clean desk suddenly a mess, but Major General Kurochkin didn't care about it, and still slapped the desktop fiercely with his palm like a brown bear, making a "knock~~" sound:

"Idiots, a group of idiots, Su~~Wei~~ Ai doesn't know what's wrong, how did he raise such a group of wastes that are not even as good as livestock"

Major General Kurochkin's thunderous scolding finally alarmed the adjutant outside the office, Major Bukin, so he hurriedly pushed the door in, and at this time, Kurochkin was walking back and forth quickly in the office with his waist pinched, and his snow-white face was already red, as if he had drunk hundreds of liters of vodka,

It was like a freshly cooked crab in the Arctic Ocean, so red that it was unbearable to look at, and its nostrils were constantly panting, and from a distance it looked like an angry bull, and people looked at it from afar, and they were frightened by the bursts of anger emanating from him, even the close and trusted lieutenants with whom he had been with him for many years:

"General you you are"

"Angry!"

Major General Kurochkin not only has a keen eye and mind, but also has the heroism and straightforwardness unique to the Slavic people, and the questioning of the adjutant. His answer was simple and crisp, and with that, he sat down on the couch next to him. Then he took out a bottle of vodka from under the coffee table, pulled the cap off with his teeth, and gestured to Bujing who was standing at the door.

Bujing understood, but shook his head, and Kurochkin was no longer humble, and directly took the bottle and poured two large sips, perhaps it was the stimulation of alcohol that numbed Kurochkin's nerves. Or maybe he really saw through the right and wrong of the moment in his heart, and the moment the wine bottle was put down from his mouth, the whole person calmed down. Then he glanced at Bujing, who was still standing straight in front of him, and said slowly:

"Help me draft a telegram of resignation and send it to Moscow immediately!"

"Yes, no, General?"

Bujing first subconsciously responded. Twist and react. The translucent and clear blue pupils revealed a look of shock that was beyond words, and just as he wanted to continue to say something, Major General Kurochkin raised his big thick hand and waved it weakly:

"Since I can't prevent an imminent defeat, then I might as well leave early, now I understand that even the sheep on the steppes of Central Asia are cleaner than those so-called high-ranking officials and eunuchs!"

"General. Perhaps we should report the truth to Moscow, knowing that we will not be wrong with the information obtained by our electronic surveillance. Satellite photos were also sent from the General Staff in Moscow, as long as we make things clear, perhaps"

"It's useless!" Before her adjutant could finish speaking, Major General Kurochkin interrupted her: "The old men of the 'nursing home' in Moscow, they may be more concerned about their old bodies than such innocuous little things, Brezhnev has just died for about a year, Andropov can't wait to follow the past, and the current Chernenko heard that he has just taken over and has been admitted to the hospital, I really don't know how long he can survive,

The shadow of death hovers in the dim skies of Moscow all the time, and it is not known who will befall the next moment, Chernenko, Ustinov, or Gorshkov? In short, no one cares about us, so let the careerists jump to their heart's content."

"General, please don't be so pessimistic!"

Looking at the disheartened Major General Kurochkin, Butin's still slightly childish baby face was a little uneasy, although he likes to be silent on weekdays, even if he laughs cheerfully, there is no warm feeling, but today he still hesitated and said the most sincere words, not for anything else, just because Kurochkin is a good general who is rare in his eyes:

"Maybe maybe this is just temporary, I believe that the country created by Lie~~ Ning must be harder than steel!"

"Even if it's steel, it can't withstand the corrosion of moths from the inside, Bujingtong~~ Zhi!"

As he spoke, Kurochkin raised his slightly drunken eyes, looked at the adjutant in front of him, who had been following him for more than a year, and spoke softly:

"Maybe you've lived too long in big cities like Moscow or Leningrad, where yes, material supplies and product supplies are a priority, but how are the people living in the Ural Mountains, in the Caucasus mines, in the Ukrainian wilderness, in the Baltic towns, in the steppes of Central Asia, on the coasts of the Far East?

There is no food, there is no basic security, there is nothing that should be there, except for the hard machinery, there are also the ubiquitous and clear slogans, but these cannot be regarded as food, let alone the necessities of life, and what are our leaders doing? What are our generals doing?

It's not a struggle for power and profit, or it's a private pocket, and then it's an ambitious and desperate ambition to climb up~~heart~~ home, but no matter what, no one cares about the suffering of the Soviet people, seriously, my dear Tong~~ Zhi, I dare to conclude that the Soviet Union is good if there is no problem, and once there is a problem, it will be a big **** that falls apart!"

"This"

Listening to Major General Kurochkin's words, Major Buyin didn't know how to answer, even if he knew how to answer, he didn't dare to speak, and finally could only lower his eyes and choose to be silent, but at this moment, his thin shoulder was suddenly slapped twice by a strong force, and Bujing subconsciously raised his head, only to find that Major General Kurochkin had come to him, and was about to say something, but Kurochkin preemptively said:

"You're also a self-motivated member of the younger generation, and when you get back to Moscow. I guess I'm going to have to be 'exiled' again, so if you follow me any longer, it won't be good. Of course, it's best if you have any good paths, and if not, then I'd like to introduce you to a place to go!"

"Where?"

"The first secretary of the Sverdlovsk region, Boris Yelichin, is a very good friend to me, and of course much better than me, a stupid general who only drinks and herds sheep. You should be more developed there than you are now, and I don't want to bury a young man like you anyway. After all, the future of the Soviet Union depends on you, alas, and you have said too much, how about it? Young man, would you like it?"

"I do!"

Butin replied cleanly. You must know that a young man like him comes from an ordinary family. If you want to make some fame under the now ossified Soviet system, it is simply difficult to get into the sky, and it is natural to seize such a good opportunity firmly, so Buyin agreed without hesitation, and Kurochkin nodded with satisfaction when he saw this:

"In that case, let's hurry up and draft a telegram, seriously, I really don't want to stay here for a day"

"Yes!"

Bujing stood upright. He immediately turned around and went out, five minutes later. A telegram of resignation was sent to Moscow, and the leaders of Moscow knew about Kurochkin's situation in the military advisory group in Iraq, and when they saw that he offered to resign, they naturally immediately approved it.

After all, the military advisory group needs to be united, and the leadership of Lieutenant General Konstantinovich also needs to be maintained, in this case, it is only natural that Major General Kurochkin, who is the spoiler, will leave, so ten minutes after the resignation telegram was sent, the consent message of the Moscow General Staff was sent,

After reading it, Kuroch took up his suitcase, which he had already packed, and without looking back, stepped into the plane that was about to fly to Moscow, and immediately the Tu-154 passenger plane ran faster and faster on the runway, and at the moment when the speed reached the extreme, it suddenly took off into the air and soon burrowed into the thick clouds

The long-range warning radar of the Iraqi air defense forces soon tracked the civil airliner that had just taken off from Baghdad International Airport, and at the same time, a dazzling point of light suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the radar screen, and the Iraqi officer on duty immediately turned his gaze to the newly appeared target, and entered a few lines of code on the operation screen, and the radar quickly identified it as a large civil airliner, but the Iraqi officer was still not at ease, so he picked up the air-to-ground intercom and called out in the international code:

"You have entered Iraqi airspace, please provide details"

"We are Turkish International Airlines, flight BH-5575, and we are performing normal flight missions"

An Arabic with a thick Istanbul accent came from the radio, and the Iraqi radar officer on duty shook his head with disdain after hearing this, and then took out the civil aviation information table next to him, flipped it slightly, and found that flight BH-5575 entered Iraqi airspace at this time, so he undoubtedly picked up the intercom:

"Confirmation, happy flight!"

"Thank you!"

The answer sounded crisp on the radio, but the Iranian pilots sitting in the same cockpit heard an overflowing pride and disdain, because it was not the Turkish International Airlines, the civil aviation pilot of flight BH-5575, who was in charge of replying to the Iraqi air defense forces.

At this moment, it was under his leadership that six F-4E "Phantom" fighters broke into Iraq's airspace in a dense formation, and because the separation between the planes was very small, the radar signal presented on the warning radar was like a large civilian airliner flying normally, and their target was also very clear, that is, the Iraqi bomb ~~road~~guide~~ bomb launch position located in the No. 7 area of the Iran-Iraq border

"All, attack"

When the target was already in sight, the "Behemoth" broke the radio silence, and Iran's long-accumulated offensive counterattack, codenamed "The Final Decisive Battle", officially began (to be continued). )

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