Chapter 888: A fierce battle over the Black Sea

Ukraine, on the shore of the Black Sea, the Air Force Command of the Belarusian Military District of the Soviet Union, Chairman of the National Security Committee of the USSR Beria, sat behind a wide desk with a stern face, and in the room, on a circle of sofas, senior generals, including the commander of the Belarusian Military District, the political commissar and the commander and commissar of the Air Force of the Military District, all looked at the inconspicuous middle-aged man in front of him calmly.

Beria, a sword in the hands of Comrade Stalin, the supreme leader of the Soviet Union, was more apt to be a fierce and reliable thug who was not only ruthless to the enemies of the Soviets, but also to the comrades within the CPSU, and preferred to find dissidents in the party.

Don't look at Beria as just dressed in civilian clothes, but the self-confidence and fame of being in charge of other people's fates make the dozen or so senior generals of the Red Army who are shining with stars feel invisible coercion, as long as Beria is willing, any one of them here will fall into the abyss of no return.

After a few years of purges, the senior generals of the Red Army who disappeared from the hands of this person, I am afraid that there are more than four figures, even his predecessor Yakov was mercilessly killed, these senior generals of the Soviet Red Army gathered together, they were waiting, waiting for an order from this intimidating middle-aged man, Beria was also waiting, waiting for the master's instructions.

The atmosphere in the room was strange and depressing, probably because the waiting time was too long, and the faces of several senior Soviet officers couldn't help but show impatience, and Beria's eyes swept away, and these generals who commanded tens of thousands of troops, as if they were being targeted by a cobra, felt chills in their hearts, and hurriedly straightened their waists, and their panting voices were lightened.

A red telephone on the table, suddenly chirped sharply, Beria quickly grabbed the microphone, his demeanor changed from high just now, to extremely respectful, and stood up, the senior generals of the Soviet army in the room immediately stood up, "Yes, Comrade Stalin, the intelligence is absolutely reliable, it is ready, yes, it will be executed immediately." Beria replied in an absolutely respectful tone.

Putting down the phone, Beria regained the majesty of the superior, and the transformation was very natural, such a change, in the eyes of these senior generals of the Soviet army, it was like a dream, "Execute according to the original plan," Beria said in a calm tone, no nonsense, and directly gave orders, all the senior officers, no one questioned his orders.

The commander of the Air Force of the Belarusian Military District grabbed the phone and ordered: "The 1st and 2nd destroyer regiments will immediately take to the air and shoot down all enemy planes that have violated our airspace." "There was a calm in the room, and under this calm, there was a hidden tension, Beria arrived in the Belarusian Military District three days ago and ordered to gather the best fighter pilots for a special, top-secret combat mission, but kept silent about the content of the mission.

The Belarusian Military District received an order from the General Staff to unconditionally cooperate with Beria in accomplishing this task, but in fact, even without the order of the General Staff, the top brass of the Military District did not dare to snub Comrade Beria in the slightest.

In the Black Sea, at the field airfield of the Bystoya Air Force of the Belarusian Military District, eighty-four Soviet-style fighters had long been on standby on the runway, and the Soviet pilots, already sitting in the cabin, were waiting for the order to attack, and these pilots, like their superiors, did not know anything about the inside story of this mission.

Colonel Basayev, commander of the 1st Destroyer Regiment of the Air Force of the Belarusian Military District, was very annoyed in his heart, since he received the order to board the plane, more than four hours have passed, but there has been no order to take off, this hot-tempered regiment commander has scolded his boss countless times in his mouth, and he has been on standby in the cabin for more than four hours in full armor, which is absolutely unpleasant.

What's even more infuriating is that he doesn't even know what kind of enemy to deal with, so he gets nervous in a daze, Colonel Basayev has no doubt that this is the boss who is fixing himself, to be honest, Colonel Basayev didn't pay attention to his top boss, but he just climbed on his head by framing his colleagues and currying favor with a certain high-ranking official in the military region, the colonel looked down on such a person at all.

Colonel Jiugashirov of the Second Regiment of the Destroyer, who has been a friend of Basayev for many years, is much more thoughtful than him, and since receiving this inexplicable mission, Colonel Jiugashirov has felt that there is mystery and weirdness everywhere.

The two destroyer regiments responsible for the mission, all the pilots were forbidden to go out, and the sentries around the airport and the pilot's rest area were also replaced by internal security troops, and the inventory was very strict, and the fighters were all changed.

Seeing that the words in his old friend's mouth were getting more and more out of place, Zyugashirov couldn't help but remind: "Old man, let's just complete the task, don't say anything superfluous," Colonel Basayev was a rough man but not stupid, he immediately understood the kind reminder of the old friend, and the disaster came from his mouth.

His former boss, who had already paid homage to the division commander of the major general, received an order to go to the military region for a meeting, and never came back, and later received a report that the division commander was an enemy spy and had been shot.

Suddenly, the alarm over the airport sounded violently, and immediately after, three red flares rose into the air, a battle alarm, a take-off order, Colonel Basayev immediately reacted in his mind, with a stomach full of resentment, and pushed the oil mén hard, and the fighter rushed out of the runway like a fierce horse that was slammed by a whip, and the first plane rushed into the sky, followed by eighty-four fighters under black pressure.

Le Yiqin is in the position of air commander, looking at the overall situation, he is not at ease at all, there is always a feeling of panic, the boundless sea, unfolded under the wings, clusters of white sè lànghuā tumbling into the distance, the Black Sea shows infinite scenery, with many years of combat experience, he instinctively feels that under this calm, there is a huge killing opportunity.

His gaze once again turned to the Tianyan radar screen in front of him, and suddenly his scalp exploded, just like the feeling of being alone and suddenly encountering wolves.

Finally came, there were more than ninety of them, and the goal was very clear, and in more than twenty minutes, they would meet in the air, Le Yiqin didn't think that these fighters who suddenly appeared were some kind of friendly messengers, he immediately ordered: "Perimeter alert squadron, turn on the radar, search for the location of enemy aircraft, immediately enter the combat state, seize the advantageous position, each protection squadron, form a battle formation, and protect the division commander's plane to climb immediately and get out of the jiāo battle airspace." ”

"Attention of all squadrons, be sure to entangle the enemy plane, give the division commander's plane enough time to break away, Tang Yunfei's squadron, no matter what happens, must not leave the area around the division commander's plane, do you understand?" There was a jagged answer from the headphones, excited and nervous.

After giving the order, Le Yiqin called through Tang Qiuli and said: "Division commander, I found a large number of fighters, they are approaching, according to my judgment, it should be a Soviet plane, please carry the parachute on your back, just in case, please order random special guard fighters to prepare for air combat immediately," the voice was very urgent, this group of murderous fighters caused him great pressure.

"Why can't you hold your breath? Isn't it the plane of the Soviets, and your aviation has not never fought," Tang Qiuli's voice was very calm, and even had a joking meaning, Le Yiqin was speechless, if there was no division commander's plane, with the independent division aviation, he was completely sure that he would kill these more than 80 Soviet planes at the lowest cost.

But not now, even if all the invading Soviet planes are killed, as long as the division commander is in a little danger, even if he dies 10,000 times, he can't make up for his mistakes, this is in the air, as long as a few machine gun shells, anything can happen, however, Tang Qiuli's composure makes Le Yiqin's feelings a lot.

The vast sky, two groups of aircraft, like two speeding arrows, suddenly collided together, Colonel Basayev with his wingman, the first to rush to the scheduled Jiāo battle airspace, his eyes swept away, all the situation was in full view, fifty fighters did not put in his eyes.

But the model of the opponent's aircraft made this Soviet Air Force veteran puzzled, there were forty fighters obviously of Soviet blood, but there were ten fighters, but they were Japanese "Zero" fighters, two xìng can be different fighters, combined together, I don't know if the commander of this fleet is in the water?

The mark on the fuselage is something that Colonel Basayev has never seen, and it does not belong to any European country, and he is very curious about how these fighters of unknown nationality discovered his group, and he has made preparations in advance, more than thirty fighters, with a murderous aura, have been menacing.

There were also more than a dozen fighters, covering a large plane to quickly leave the battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, the opposing fighters had already begun to attack, and Colonel Basayev gave the order to attack immediately, and in an instant, the fighters of both sides were entangled in the air.

As soon as the fire started, Colonel Basayev gasped, and the fighter pilots of the other side all rushed into the group of more than 80 fighters with a deadly posture, and even rushed into the formation of their own planes, and four of them were shot down, and the other side did not lose a single loss.

Colonel Basayev's anger erupted in an instant, and he was about to order the group to kill all these fighters, when an order from the ground control tower came from the headset: "Colonel Basayev, shoot down that large plane at any cost." ”