"Kobets, when will your reserve field airfields be put into service?" A moment before landing, Lin Jun thought of something: there are many spare field airfields in Belarus and Ukraine, which have only been found on classified maps for many years. The collective farms near the www.biquge.info airport have been used as pastures and pastures.

In the western plains of the Soviet Union, such airfields were dotted and everywhere. It's just that at this type of airport, there may not be a plane down for many years. Some people thought that these airfields were abandoned, but now they are finally needed for military aircraft: several military districts in the west need such airfields to disperse their troops, instead of concentrating on a few large permanent airfields, which are too concentrated.

"We have already sent people to inspect it, and we will organize personnel to carry out repairs at the beginning of the spring, establish a communications and logistics system, and disperse the troops as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible."

When Lin Jun's plane landed, most of the original escort fighters of the formation and the planes of the 109th Regiment who came to greet them continued to hover over the airport, and only Sergei's plane landed in front of Lin Jun's plane.

When Lin Jun walked down the gangway, Sergei was already lined up with the welcome team.

Sergei, who was dressed in a flight suit, strode up to Lin Jun: "Comrade Marshal, Commander Kobets, welcome to Volkovysk." The 109th Fighter Regiment of the Air Force of the Western Special Military Region has been lined up, please review! Regiment commander Sergei Ivanovich Grytsevets. ”

Lin Jun and Kobets returned a military salute in a dashing manner, inspecting a guard of honor composed of pilots.

After the routine, the following topic is relaxed, everyone is an old acquaintance, even those pilots have seen Lin Jun during the Battle of the Haraha River.

"Sergey, your troops are fancy enough! Just now in the sky we were talking about you, making the troops look like a circus. ”

Sergei shrugged his shoulders: "This will give the pilots confidence and make the Germans on the opposite side look weak." ”

"It's not far away, it won't be long before there will be a big battle, and there will be a chance for your boys to make meritorious contributions." Lin Jun didn't say this out loud, Sergei nodded there: his heart was clear.

"These boys of mine have been suffocated these days, and the MiG squadron borrowed from the south has gone to Bialystok (the largest city in northeastern Poland and the capital of Bialystok province) on the opposite side. I walked around twice, but our group still stayed on the ground to watch the excitement. ”

"What? Dissatisfied?! ”

"Hehe, I just want to do it when I can do it with a real gun. Watching others catch the task is itching. ”

Sergei complained to Lin Jun, of course he knew that tasks such as escorting high-altitude reconnaissance planes were not suitable for his troops, and the Lag-5 would not be able to reach that altitude at all.

"Before our planes arrived in Bialystok, hundreds of German fighters came to greet them, and your regiment was swarming past and wanted to fight an air battle?!" Kobets took the opportunity to damage Sergei's thorn: if you do that, tomorrow you will have to break out into a full-scale war.

Sergei could hear that Comrade Commander was hurting himself and sulking in front of the captain, but he was not conscious at all: "Comrade Commander, Bialystok's little German plane is not enough for me to stuff my teeth. Hundreds of Messesmit, guaranteed to solve the battle in 30 minutes! ”

"It's already a commander, don't have fun." Lin Jun stopped the bickering of the two old subordinates, if the others saw it, it would not be good.

Kobets, who just wanted to "fight back", stubbornly held back his words: Of course, he and Sergei are not like this in normal times, they still have the quality of senior commanders, and today is just in front of Lin Jun, and it seems that he has returned to the meeting when the two squadrons in Madrid competed with each other.

It's rare to find happiness, Lin Jun won't really blame the two subordinates, but is a little happy.

"How many combat-ready planes do you have now?" Lin Jun asked Sergei.

"The regiment has 132 Lager-5 fighters and 6 Li-2 transport planes, and the availability rate has always been more than 90 percent." Sergei changed back to a serious expression, knowing that Lin Jun was going to talk about business.

"You have the strength of an aviation division in one regiment, in fact, the chips in your hands as a colonel are stronger than those of ordinary aviation division commanders, and the Luftwaffe now stationed in Bialystok is not your opponent. But I'll tell you: soon, the whole of Belarus will face the Luftwaffe with more than a thousand aircraft, and your opponent will most likely be the fighter units of Germany's elite Second Air Force, many of which are excellent units that have experienced real combat like the 109th Regiment. ”

It was the first time that Lin Jun said these words to a regimental-level commander, "Throw away the idea of underestimating the enemy in our minds, we can despise the opponent strategically, and we must pay attention to it tactically!" You have a heavy burden here, even more so from the Air Force than from the front of the Brest Fortress. ”

"Yes, Captain, we must pay attention to the situation of the opponent."

"How's Kobetz training your new pilots? Have you kept up with you old birds? Lin Jun asked: Last month, the Military Region added a group of new planes and pilots to the 109th Regiment, and after they arrived in the regiment, they were assigned to various squadrons, all of whom were novices who only graduated this year.

"The lads are good, I let them be the wingmen of the old birds, I brought one myself, and this month's intensive training has already yielded some results. After a while, they should be able to become qualified pilots, but what is lacking is the test of actual combat. As soon as they survive the first battle, they will become air killers. ”

"Your wingman in Finland did a good job this time, the first to shoot down a German reconnaissance plane."

"Pokryshkin, he has the potential to become an ace, he has brains, he is a good material." Sergei turned his gaze to Kobets: "It's a bit like Kobets, he can fight, and he has the potential to be a commander, better than me." ”

Kobets knew about Pokryshkin, but when he heard this passage from Sergei's mouth, he felt a little unhappy: no way, although he was the superior of Sergei's superiors, the two of them were the same in their bones - the stars on the landline best showed who was the "boss of the sky!" ”

This is not clearly saying: "Comrade commander, although you are a great official, you are not as good as me in this heaven----- you are not as good as me!" ”

Kobets, of course, was not convinced!

"Okay, if you continue to talk about it, do you want to go to heaven to do it?" Lin Jun saw that there was something wrong with the signs, "You two, don't fight like Madrid, you don't have the effort to compete today." Sergey, get me a flight suit, I have itchy hands when I look at the plane, borrow your plane for use, and both of you will be my wingman later! ”

Lin Jun really wanted to fly, but Kobets and Sergei couldn't stop him, so he had to make three chapters: he could only go around the airport, and he must not go too far west.

In the locker room, Lin Jun and Kobets changed into flight suits, and saw that several pilots of the 109th Regiment were also changing clothes: Sergey must send a few more planes.

Lin Jun seemed to think that a young pilot was very familiar, and asked Sergei if he was a new pilot.

"My wingman Ivan, has a lot of potential."

Lin Jun beckoned to the young man and motioned for him to come over.

"What's your name?"

One of the young people "snapped": "Ivan Nikitovich Kozhdub, Marshal Prenyakov." ”

"What a mess! Not as an instructor at the fighter aviation school in Churchievka, what are you doing here?! Lin Jun thought to himself, the taste was a little weird.

"Learn more from your regimental commander, it is a rare opportunity to become a wingman of Comrade Griseswets, there are many things that a pilot like you, who has just graduated from school, needs to learn."

"Yes, Marshal Plunyakov!" The young man looked a little nervous.

Lin Jun motioned for him to go, and Kori Dub saluted again before walking in front of his wardrobe to continue to prepare.

"Ivan is very talented, has the same temper as me, and will definitely become a good pilot in the future."

What Lin Jun is going to drive today is the super conspicuous red lager, and Sergei went to borrow one himself. After getting ready and walking to the tarmac, Lin Jun noticed that Kori Dubu was walking towards a fighter with the number "13"!

13, this number is an extremely unlucky number in the hearts of the Soviets, not only the common people, but also many troops habitually omit it: the tank unit does not have the No. 13 tank, and the air force unit does not have the number 13 aircraft, but obviously this Kozhdub does not believe in this evil.

Kobets also noticed the number 13 fighter, and the pilot was the one called by Lin Jun just now, "The captain is really very human, and if you pay attention to a random person, there must be something special." 13, that's special! The commander thought to himself.

"Kori Dub does not believe in evil, and when he chooses the number, he wants this 13. The communist fighters don't believe in evil, but if you want me to use that number, hehe, my heart is still hairy, and only he dares to fly his plane. ”

Lin Jun walked to the No. 13 fighter and said to Kori Dub, who was already in the cockpit: "Young man, I will give you a battle number - Eagle 13, and I will use it in the future." ”

"Yes, Marshal Plunyakov! Eagle 13. ”

The number given by Lin Jun himself, maybe Kuori Dub will use it for a lifetime.

After briefly familiarizing myself with the difference between Lag 5 and Lag 3, I quickly took off. At the time of the air formation, I saw the No. 13 fighter from a distance, and then glanced at the two fighters piloted by the air ace on the flank, and thought it was very interesting: "Who is the ace wingman professional?" I? Or Sergey? ”

Sergey, Kobets-Kozhdub, Pokryshkin! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )