Jobbsky, a dispatcher at the Brest airport control tower, was tired from a night's shift. Looking at the dawning sky, he stretched, "It's another good weather today!" Katyusha doesn't know what she's doing at the moment? Talking to himself, Jobbsky walked into the bathroom to get a pot of boiling water, make a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and after work, he was ready to go on a date!

Jobbsky left the dispatch desk with the kettle and walked to the bathroom. As soon as he entered the door, he seemed to feel a chill on his back, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and all his hair stood on end. He turned his head sharply, and a colorful face full of oil paint came into view, and before he could shout, a pair of big hands grabbed his neck deeper and deeper like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and then his body moved a few times, and his head fell to the ground.

After killing him, Rosimov tiptoed up to several other sleeping officers on duty, and in the blink of an eye, he eliminated them all.

"Take the conning tower! Each group reports on their own situation! Complete! Turning on the walkie-talkie, Rosimov whispered into the microphone. After a while, there was a burst of echoes in his listening microphone.

"Take it from the guards! Complete! ”

"Canteen take! Complete! ”

"Take the electric control room! Complete! ”

…….

Just as everyone was reporting their progress, a team member came with a strange news, "Boss! The infirmary found three female doctors, one of whom was still nursing a child! What if they are not military personnel? ”

Rosimov looked at the gradually brightening sky, his tightly knit eyebrows stretched, and he interrupted the memory of a woman holding a child in the midst of the flames of war, crying hoarsely, "The war should make women and children go away, don't embarrass them, gag their mouths, tie them up!" Rosimov would not have imagined at this time that it was this order that would allow him to escape in the future.

"Dear angel, forgive me for my rudeness, but this is war, and I can't help it! But don't worry, I won't hurt you! One of the special operators motioned to them not to move with as soft a look as possible, and then unbandaged them and tied them tightly.

"Everybody go straight to the tarmac, fill up with fuel, stock up on ammunition and take off!" After the last personnel at the airfield were resolved, Rosimov decisively gave the order.

It was already full dawn, and on the wide tarmac of Brest Airport, 24 planes were facing the runway, making final preparations for takeoff. The loud roar of the plane's engines was heard far and wide in the silence of the morning.

"Attention everyone! Attention to each machine! After flying over the Soviet Russian army for a while, do not rush to open fire, carefully identify important strategic locations such as the arsenal headquarters, and then pour ammunition as quickly as possible. Wait for ** Yev and they will evacuate immediately after giving a safety signal, and then each of them will choose the best position for parachuting and infiltrate Czechoslovakia! Rosimov told all the players strictly!

"Unit 2 understands!" "Unit 3 understands!" ...... "Unit 24 understands!" ”

"Take off!" The Polar Bear special operators flew into the sky in turn, and after 10 minutes, all the fighters were successfully lifted into the air!

Perhaps stimulated by the loud roar of the plane as it took off, Jobbsky slowly opened his eyes and slowly brushed his hand along his already bruised throat in the control room of the Brest airport control tower, slowly regaining his strength. It turns out that he likes gymnastics, and he has recently been a little crazy about Indian yoga, because he likes a yoga instructor, and he just fantasized about learning skills with his yoga instructor girlfriend after getting off work to enhance his relationship, but he didn't want to be attacked by Rosimov. At this moment, he escaped death and shouted that he was glad that it was the practice of yoga that allowed him to pick up his life.

When Jobbsky struggled to stand up and saw one plane after another taking off irregularly in mid-air, he shouted bad and immediately struggled to run towards the dispatch console. However, when he saw the smashed and shattered dispatch station, he had a deep wry smile on his face, and had to run to the warehouse to find a backup radio station.

When he passed by the infirmary, he heard the sound of struggling inside, so he slammed his body through the door and rescued the three female doctors and a child who were tied together. By the time they walked into the warehouse with each other's support, found the backup radio station, and returned to the control tower again, more than half an hour had passed. Jobbsky, who had already done his best, sighed heavily, "It's late!" But his duty was to skillfully turn on the radio and report to his superiors everything that happened here.

When Rosimov led two special operations teams of Polar Bear special combat personnel to fly the Russian air force planes to the skies of the densely assembled Soviet Russian troops, they were already fully familiar with the performance of their respective fighters.

"Attention crews, attention to all crews, now this airspace is completely under our control, and the Soviet Russian ground forces should not have any anti-aircraft weapons. Therefore, there is no need for everyone to form any formation, and each crew is free to hunt according to the plan just now. Rosimov said lightly.

"Roger!" "Roger!" "Roger!" The polar bear special combat members, who have a bitter enmity with the Soviet Russian army, have long suppressed the hatred in their hearts and are holding back their strength to clean them up!

As a result, the 24 fighters of different types gave full play to their respective performances, and without any threat from any enemy fighters and air defense weapons, the special combat personnel who were engaged in actual air combat for the first time gave full play to their respective skills. In order to clearly capture important targets, many team members even played ultra-low-altitude flying circles.

"Ulla!" "Ulla!" "The brothers of the Air Force got up so early! With the support of the Air Force, those damned bandits should have wings to escape! "Last night's explosion caused all the Soviet and Russian officers and soldiers to suffer from a stomach and a chill, and they barely closed their eyes in the second half of the night. Many Russian soldiers waved their hats to greet the fighters in the air, and shouted feverishly. But how did they know that the Grim Reaper had unleashed a scythe,

Soon, the raindrops of aerial bombs fell first, and the focused bombing began! The traces left behind by last night's explosion have become clear coordinates. The tents full of ammunition set up the headquarters with communication antennas, the smoke rising from the cooking stoves, and the field houses crowded with soldiers eating around them all became very abruptly the targets of the planes.

"Bastard! Didn't the monkeys in the Air Force wake up? How did you fire at us? ”

"Not good! It must have been the enemy who occupied the airfield and snatched the planes! Damn it! Looking at the bombs that fell one after another, the Soviet Russian officers and soldiers, who had become stunned and at a loss, immediately cursed after a huge explosion sounded. But none of this can change their fate of being ravaged by the frenzied slaughter, and the reacting Soviet and Russian troops began to flee in all directions. But the densely connected camp had now turned into a sea of fire, full of explosions and fires. The chain explosions of aerial bombs and arsenals occurred one after another, and the demonic bombs accompanied by the screams of devil cry continued to spread death, and a large number of unarmed Soviet and Russian officers and soldiers were blown to pieces.

The polar bear special combat team members who have been ignited by the passion of the battle, Rao has undergone brutal training, but at this moment, he is also covered with bloody scenes of flesh and blood and stumps, and his stomach is cramped, and everyone endures the thought of vomiting, and is even more excited to interweave and fly in the target area, tirelessly cultivating this land again and again.

The Soviet Russian army, which did not prepare any anti-aircraft weapons, was like a completely stripped girl at the moment, suffering from crazy ravages over and over again. The fear of death, like a plague, spread among the Soviet and Russian armies. What war heroes? What gave his life for the revolution? In such a dense bombardment, it's all! Death itself is terrifying, especially when you watch your comrades-in-arms fall like a low tide, and you don't know if your life can be saved in the next second! In this way, it is the destruction and corrosion of the human brain nerves. Life is the most precious! Many timid Soviet Russian soldiers went completely insane, and under the domination of survival **, they ran around like headless flies. They only hate their parents for not giving birth to a pair of wings for themselves.

But how could Soviet Russian soldiers, who had completely lost the will to fight and had not undergone special training, escape the precise bombing and fire strikes of aircraft traveling at a speed of several hundred kilometers per hour! The polar bear special forces even threw bombs wherever they saw the crowd, and where the plane swept by, bursts of blood and minced flesh were immediately splashed.

The aerial bombs were dropped, and the red-eyed polar bear special operators began to fly at low altitudes, using the aircraft machine guns to shoot wildly at the Soviet and Russian infantry, who had no ability to resist. Amid the roar of machine guns, bright red flowers bloomed on the bodies of one Soviet Russian soldier after another, and some were even directly beaten into red holes.

Slaughter! **Slaughter on the bare grounds! This is simply a one-sided ** naked slaughter!

Soon the Russian army completely collapsed, and who cares about the task they are shouldering at this moment! After all, you only live once! The original ring of encirclement was completely transformed into a ring of fire and a flow of people fleeing in all directions.

At this moment, a green flare suddenly rose into the air. Of course, except for the polar bear special combat personnel who were still shooting to their heart's content, none of the Soviet and Russian officers and soldiers noticed this, and they were still busy running for their lives!

"That's it! My brothers! ** Yev they are already safe! It's time for us to retreat too! Attention to the crews, everyone divided into different directions and evacuated in the direction of Czechoslovakia. When you find the right spot, skydive now! Rosimov decisively gave the order to retreat.

It turned out that at the beginning of the bombing, **Yev and others, who were deep in the dense forest, took advantage of the panic and began to secretly break through. The 12 polar bear special combat personnel with outstanding personal combat strength were still wearing the clothes of Soviet Russian soldiers, and it was easy for them to break through smoothly among the nearly 100,000 Soviet and Russian troops who were in a mess of porridge.

When the 24 fighters voluntarily withdrew from the battlefield, the remnants of the Soviet Russian army finally took a breath. The surviving officers of all ranks began to gather the rout soldiers who fled in all directions. In fact, at the beginning of the raid and bombing, almost all the officers understood that these unknown militants piloting their own warhawks were trying to rescue the suspected culprits of the Moscow incident who were besieged in the primeval forest. But in the case just now, who cares about that? The only thing to blame is that the raid bombing just now was too unexpected! The enemy can only be blamed for being too cunning and ferocious!

When the troops were regrouped, all the surviving Soviet Russian officers were dumbfounded. Three armies! The strength of the entire three armies was more than 100,000 people, and at this time only less than 40,000 could be fully assembled, and many of them were wounded to varying degrees. The original barracks had been completely reduced to rubble, littered with charred corpses, and the occasional groan of pain from officers and men with missing arms and legs. What made everyone even more frightening was that in the three armies, almost all the officers above the division and brigade level were killed. Among all the surviving officers now, the highest rank is a colonel and deputy chief of staff of the 361st Division of the 361st Frontier Army. That is to say, in the raid last night and just now, almost all the high-ranking officers of the six divisions of the three armies were killed, and at least 9 major generals and 18 colonels were killed! The supreme commander is gone, how can this battle be fought?

At this moment, the roar of planes was heard again in the sky above them. The Soviet and Russian officers and soldiers, who had already been frightened, immediately rushed around like beasts, one by one like ostriches and plunged into bunkers and craters to hide. But the fighter planes that flew this time did not drop a single bomb.

It turned out that the fighter plane that flew this time was indeed its own air force. At this time, the Soviet Russian infantry on the ground stopped doing it, and they all scolded, "Damn, what did you do just now?" ”

"A bunch of bastards! Why are you here so late? ”

"Raised by a bitch, I can't even look at my own plane! What a bunch of pigs! ”

......., there are even many soldiers who pick up rifles and machine guns on the ground and shoot them in the air to vent their anger in their hearts!

The pilots who were hovering in the air were a little confused. How could the infantry on the ground shoot at themselves? Are they crazy? But when they flew low and saw the smoke and ruins everywhere, huge craters, severed arms, and large scorched corpses, the pilots seemed to understand something! What kind of air attack did the infantry brothers on the ground experience just now! No wonder there is such a reaction now. So after a careful search and no suspicious aircraft were found, they evacuated the shameful sky rather embarrassed.

The bearded man who received the news, his mood at this time can no longer be described as angry! His heart was bleeding! In his own territory, surrounded by a powerful army that prides itself on having an iron will, those mysterious armed forces whose number is still unknown to this day gave the beard a resounding slap in the face! 100,000 troops! An army of 100,000! They were crippled almost in one day and one night, and almost all the senior generals, including 9 major generals and 18 colonels, were killed! And at the same time 24 aircraft were lost! And the other party didn't even leave a single corpse, and until now it is not certain where this armed force belongs to, and how many people there are! How does this embarrass the supreme leader of the so-called world's first red regime? What kind of humiliation will he have to endure in the West? Is it that their own army is too weak? Or is the mysterious armed forces too strong? For the first time, Stabeard's strong self-confidence wavered.

At this moment, he did not get angry, nor did he punish any general, but just locked himself in a secret office alone, and no one was seen. However, all the high-ranking leaders of Soviet Russia and generals at all levels in the army are all worried, and who does not know what the consequences will be once the anger in the hearts of their leaders breaks out! Everyone felt that it was a moment of calm before the storm. The whole of Soviet Russia seems to be in a state of extreme repression.