In the face of the ferocious struggle between the two blue and white "flankers", Captain Collins, who piloted the fighter plane in the transonic range, was truly in a desperate situation that could neither be beaten nor escaped.

On the radio before, I heard Lieutenant Colonel Johnson, who led the team, exclaiming, the Air Force captain who had not been in battle for a long time, was still a little surprised, he didn't know what scared Johnson like this; But when he kept a high speed and turned a semi-circle, and the nose of the plane pointed south again, he found that only his comrades who were falling in smoke and the Russian fighters who were killing him head-on, and the landline of the lieutenant colonel --

What was he—what was he doing?

He turned out to be a deserter and shouted wildly on the radio?

What kind of "Grim Reaper", is the lieutenant colonel crazy because of the continuous high-intensity battles and the sight in front of him?

Puzzled, Collins didn't quite understand the situation at first, but after he continued to endure the lieutenant colonel's roar on the radio and heard the word "Caucasian death", the expression on his face changed. Climbing from the tumbling rod, Collins battled the torment of overload and watched the air in horror, as a novice who had just entered the battlefield for less than four weeks, he had never met that terrible opponent named Viktor Rezenov in the sky, but today-

If you really run into this guy, is this bad luck!

In the wing, I also heard the old birds tell a terrible legend of the "Caucasian Grim Reaper", and Collins unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and he realized that he was in big trouble today.

But as a newborn calf who has not fought with the "Grim Reaper". He still doesn't believe in evil, maintains a transonic flight posture, and wants to get out of the engagement. only to find that under the tight flanking of the two "flanks". Any attempt to return to the South carries great risks; With his combat ability, he simply could not return home safely without being blown up by a missile.

Since joining the 39th Squadron, Collins, who has achieved two victories with the power of "Slammer", once thought that he had completely learned air combat and could keep up with the pace of the old birds in the wing; But when he really fell into a brutal one-on-two fight, he was horrified to find that the "Eagle" he was piloting could not take advantage of the performance of the fighter - against the background of the sky outside the cockpit, the smooth blue and white figures were haunting everywhere and pressing hard, and he had obviously always maintained a speed advantage. But he can't shake off the threat of his opponent, so he can't quit the fight!

This cruel reality is naturally almost crazy for Collins, but for Long Yun, who is driving the Red Seventeen, it is just an incomparably relaxed intermission.

Take a look at the American fighter in sight, this guy is still full of strength and wants to wait for an opportunity to escape - what is the situation, in the face of the number one ace and tacit wingman of the Red Air Force, he escaped under the condition of two Su-27S encircled and suppressed with all his might?

What are you kidding, when I'm here to accompany you to the drill!

Thinking of this, Long Yun felt a trace of impatience. He slammed his sidestick aside-kick on the rudder and approached the "Eagle" in the direction of ten o'clock, and the aura of activity was already set on the target point that gave the advance amount. Always ready to pull the trigger; If it weren't for the fact that Suvorov also won the first battle and used the shooting record to boost the morale of the whole regiment, this rusty F-15C would have turned into a pile of burning scrap aluminum as early as the first turn head-on, just like that, he still wanted to escape?

――If you want to run, you can!

If you want to get back to the base, jump in and swim slowly!

With the evil thoughts in his heart, the GSH-30 cannon on the side of the Su-27S suddenly spewed out tongues of fire, and a string of tracer bullets passed by the F-15 that was spiraling up; In the long series of bullets, the distance between the two or three shells was unusually close, and the fragments immediately tore a crack in the left wing of the silver-gray fighter plane under the action of the proximity fuse, pouring black smoke.

Suddenly, he was hit by an aerial gun in the side turn, and Collins completely subconsciously turned the rod to the opposite side, but was immediately seized by Suvorov, who followed behind, and ended the one-sided battle with a castration R-73M without any suspense.

This time the missile attack, he completed it quite decisively, and Long Yun also felt that he had done a good job.

The R-73, which had problems in combat from time to time, has now been replaced by an improved version with better reliability and guidance rules, leaving the Americans with disorganized handling even less chance.

Evaluating the performance of the wingman in his heart, Long Yun felt that although the performance of this little man's partner was not too outstanding, the cooperation of the two fighters did not give the opponent any possibility of turning the tables, and overall it was still very good. Besides, fighting more and fighting less was originally to avoid "equivalent exchange", Long Yun, who had completed an assist, praised the wingman on the radio, and then immediately ordered him to turn around and return home.

"Return? But—but Seventeen, aren't we just getting into the fight? ”

"Act according to the predetermined tactics and do not bargain! Haha, don't worry, I'll go and make some more trouble for the Americans and I'll go back. - Act now! ”

"Understood! Be careful! ”

Replying to the instructions of the long plane, he looked at the red seventeen who turned to the southeast and flew away in the cockpit, Suvorov with three R-73Ms actually hadn't enjoyed it, and followed the number one ace to kill the enemy, of course, it was a kind of glory that many people couldn't ask for; But as a wingman, he must follow Victor's instructions, and he doesn't know what mission this Caucasian sky overlord will perform next.

While thinking about it, hovering with a pole, Suvorov's Red XV embarked on the return journey.

And Long Yun, who kept flying in the southeast direction, continued to go deep into the front single-handedly after bidding farewell to his wingman, and he planned to deal with the overwhelming siege that the Americans would inevitably follow on his own.

Isn't it, in the face of their sudden appearance and even more clean and neat continuous crashes to show their identity, if the Americans are still ignorant, then it is too underestimated their level of battlefield surveillance and situational awareness?

Sitting in the cockpit of the fighter plane that climbed all the way and accumulated altitude, the warning prompts of the RWR in his ears were intermittent, and Long Yun could even imagine what kind of response deployment was being carried out by the NATO air force that had recovered from the shock, and the fighters in the nearby airspace were coming at full speed to deal with such a great threat to him.

In this case, even if it is as strong as Long Yun, it must be dealt with with the spirit of twelve points.

Different from many people's imagination, air combat on the modern battlefield is becoming more and more a complex confrontation between systems, and one-on-one and two-on-two duels frequently appear in games, movies and television, which rarely appear on the real battlefield.

Just like now, flying a lone Su-27S close to the southern airspace where NATO is hoarding heavy troops, and relying solely on the fighter's own radar to search the cone-shaped airspace within 100 kilometers of the front and with an angle of no more than 60 degrees is naturally far from enough in terms of the perception of the air combat situation.

In the face of an incoming target with a single shadow and a straight course, the side with perfect air perception does not need to send fighters to intercept it head-on, but can inflict heavy damage on the opponent at a small cost as long as it guides its own fighters to approach from behind the attacker and launch a surprise sneak attack. In this case, the strength of the fighters of the warring sides no longer matters, and even if the side with perceived superiority uses old aircraft such as the F-104 and MiG-21, it can easily gain the initiative on the battlefield and thwart any offensive intentions of the opponent.

In the face of such an unfavorable situation, the TongguòRWR realized that the adversary was making a move, and the Red XVII, which was gradually moving away from the Soviet anti-aircraft warning radar network, also lost the air situation reports provided by the ground stations, and the airspace over the eastern Black Sea, which was originally quite narrow for supersonic fighters, seemed to suddenly appear extremely empty.

In the clear blue sky, the figure of blue-white gradient camouflage went all the way to the west, leaving a thin white track in the sky.

Aware of the danger lurking in front of him, Long Yun was also extremely cautious in his manipulation; In the face of the unpredictable NATO interception deployment in the vast sky, he naturally would not do the stupid thing of single-handedly challenging the limit and fighting a dark melee with NATO interceptors gathered from all directions.

But even so, the more opponents came, it made him feel an inexplicable excitement.

At the time of the sortie, he had the idea of "declaring his sense of existence", and by this time he had already made up his mind to continue to entangle with his opponent until he was convinced that the Americans were aware of his reappearance; Thinking of the 15-day deadline given by Ushakov yesterday in Moscow, it is a very bold tactic to resist the air pressure of the Americans for half a month, let the air regiments in the Caucasus theater recuperate, and accumulate strength, and attract firepower to himself, which of course means greater danger and responsibility.

So now, piloting the fighter plane all the way in the sky, the target echo on the radar display screen is becoming more and more obvious, Long Yun knows that the Americans he intends to intimidate have come violently!

Yes, while the Red Seventeen was wandering around the battle line, the fighters mobilized by the Americans from all directions had already arrived at high speed under the guidance of the "counter": the Turkish F-16Cs that had been replenished from the southern interception line were already in position, and just to the southwest of them, the F-15E, the new frontier of the Americans, was already approaching the engagement distance of tens of kilometers.

At an altitude of 6,000 meters, in the four "Attack Eagles" that dismantled the conformal fuel tanks and temporarily carried out air superiority missions, the pilots responsible for leading the command reminded all planes to pay attention to coordination, and then immediately evacuated horizontally, and each used radar to capture the traces of the opponent in front of them. (To be continued......)