At the beginning of September, on the shores of the Black Sea, it is the rainy time of the year.

After many days of sunny weather, the salty and moist sea breeze carried the clouds to the sky, and gradually accumulated and turned into a large area of gray; The first hints of coolness mixed with the late summer winds heralded a massive precipitation event on the horizon.

As the night wore on, it was still busy at Kherson airbase on the seashore of southern Ukraine, at what should have been the calmest time before the storm. In the brightly lit reinforced hangar, with the rhythmic roar of machinery and generators, there is a faint smell of kerosene wafting in the air; The ground crews and pilots were busy, maintaining and overhauling every fighter plane that had returned from daytime operations, receiving electricity to detect those missiles that had been unsealed and mounted but had never been launched, disassembling and cleaning the barrels and automata of the aircraft guns after they had been fired, and seizing the necessary preparations between operations.

For many people in the base, today will be another busy sleepless night.

Not far from the hangar, where work is in full swing and a glimmer of light is faintly leaking, in the base barracks hidden in the night, sitting by the window of a dormitory wearing a short coat, with a hot cup of black tea in hand, the young man with a focused expression is turning the fax paper on the table from time to time, picking up the lamp to read in the soft and cool night breeze.

On the southern outskirts of Kherson, a huge base where the 224th Fighter Aviation Regiment of the Soviet Air Force is stationed and is now preparing for war under the conditions of light control, the young man's expression is quite calm, and he only raises his eyebrows slightly when his eyes sweep over important passages, or frowns and thinks for a moment; This one is as calm as usual, but faintly poised to look like a black P228 pistol resting on the table. There are some similarities between them:

Silent. But deadly.

At this moment. The stack of papers on the table in front of Long Yun was a piece of top-secret information faxed by the KGB system to the 224th regiment station before dark to provide him with reference for formulating a battle plan.

His sharp eyes swept over the lines of narration, picked up the red and blue pencils and made slight marks on the paper, he scribbled a few strokes from time to time, and then crossed his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling for a long sigh of relief. As the train of thought continued, there seemed to be layers of memory images on the gray-white ceiling in front of him; Those originally boring numbers and words are now gradually becoming clear and recognizable:

"B-1B 'Lancer'". "AGM-86", "BGM-109 "Tomahawk"......

Thinking about the boring intelligence content coherently, Long Yun's current mood is not easy at all.

In the evening of this day, after returning to the Kherson base from the Black Sea Shipyard in the city of Nikolaev, after dinner, he spent all his time in the temporary dormitory reading top-secret information, while thinking and considering his next move; I have just learned about the next phase of the US Air Force's air raid plan, although it is only a small part of the incomplete, but the smell of gunpowder transmitted through the paper will not be discounted much.

His eyes looked at the ceiling without blinking for a long time, and now Long Yun seemed to be using a short out-of-body experience to relieve the pressure.

Recall yesterday's encounter over the Black Sea. Returning to the first air battle on the southern front, he can be said to have fought quite beautifully; But to talk about the next combat operations. It is by no means an easy task to elevate one's tactical play to the level of a campaign or even a strategy that affects the overall situation, and it is not enough to rely on his tenacious struggle alone.

Rising and pacing around the house, he could feel a fierce storm approaching through the dark night outside the window; The sweeping and overwhelming forces of the Central European battlefield are a thing of the past, and the Caucasus, which is stalemate and dangerous, and the sickle and hammer banner of the huge Soviet Union are destined to hunt and flutter in the rising wind and rain.

In the past two days, after experiencing the air battle on the battlefield and the plan of action of the US military, Long Yun is now very aware that as Major General Ushakov said to himself before bidding farewell to Moscow, the next half a month will be a critical moment in determining the direction of the Caucasian theater; Whether or not we can effectively organize the combat forces of the Soviet Union in the Caucasus theater, deal with the threat of a large-scale NATO attack, or seize this hot opportunity to turn the tide of the war on the southern front in one fell swoop can be said to depend entirely on how well the "pennant" and his dragon cloud play.

- But!

It's not easy to accomplish it in one battle.

Thinking about the "Slammer" threat he had just experienced, Long Yun knew that it was not that simple.

From the intelligence materials he has just read, he has basically sorted out the strategic thinking of the Americans, and knows that after a protracted battle for air supremacy and when the air power in the Soviet Caucasus theater is gradually becoming exhausted, the US Air Force seems to feel that the time is ripe and is intensively intensifying air strikes in an effort to make full firepower preparations for the offensive of the ground forces in the shortest possible time.

In order to achieve this goal, the next action plan of the Americans includes not only the frequently active NATO tactical air force attack aircraft group, but also the US strategic air force, which has not been put into large-scale combat before. Although in the face of the Soviet Union's air threat, they did not dare to use the huge and clumsy B-52 and bomb directly and indiscriminately in the air like in the Gulf War, but other elites of the strategic air force were almost dispatched, including the B-1B "Lancer" strategic bomber mentioned in the intelligence and the supporting AGM-86C air-launched cruise missile, and the BGM-109 "Tomahawk" cruise missile on the naval platform to carry out large-scale long-range precision strikes.

As for the more mysterious and deadly B-2 "Phantom" stealth bomber in the US Strategic Air Force sequence, perhaps because of concerns about the nuclear attack potential of the stealth bomber and the fear that the Soviet Union would misjudge its intentions and trigger a full-scale nuclear war, there is no sign of participating in the operation at present.

Nevertheless, in the face of the increasing threat of cruise missiles in the last two weeks, the tactics that were quite effective against NATO attack aircraft groups by relying solely on the lift-to-air interception of Soviet front-line aviation have become a bit anachronistic; Thinking of this, Long Yun recalled the materials he had seen at the Air Force Command's operational meeting, judging from the recent battle reports, the Americans who had achieved air superiority were increasingly relying on long-range attacks by cruise missiles, which was not a good sign.

In the face of a frontal attack by NATO's tactical air force, it may be possible to retaliate-for-tat; But what kind of tactics should be adopted to counter US strategic bombers that are cruising far along the side of the battle line and firing long-range missiles?

Since coming to this bizarre parallel world for unknown reasons, as Viktor Rezenov, he has experienced a world war with the background of the Cold War, after the joyful battle in the European sky and the vicious battle in the sky of the Caucasus, he has been accustomed to driving the Sukhoi fighter painted with a red five-pointed star to kill and kill in the sky, and now Long Yun is extremely deeply aware for the first time that the war he is experiencing and is writing by himself is completely beyond his initial imagination.

At the beginning of the crossing, after witnessing the sudden outbreak of the world war, he once only regarded this world as a training ground for air combat capable of real confrontation; But after discovering the strange connection between the parallel world and the real world, this qiē has all changed.

is completely different from the young man's competitive thinking, really in this huge war, now he is no longer particularly obsessed with the success or failure of one or two battles, but is more concerned about the overall strategic considerations; Faced with the huge goal of "assisting the Red Empire to win victory", how to plan the next combat operation requires him to make a deliberate choice.

After thinking like this for a long time, seeing that the teacup had bottomed out, Long Yun temporarily got rid of the complicated thoughts and walked out of the door with the cup, but met Aurora Dzerzhinskaya who walked up the stairs with the tray, and the girl with blonde hair quickly said hello when she saw him:

"Comrade Major General, are you going to pour water? ――I just brought you supper, so give me a glass of water. ”

"Oh, I think, go to the regiment and make a call."

A little restrained smiled at the fair-skinned and handsome girl in front of him, Long Yun put the cup on the tray, in fact, he was a little flattered by this arrangement of the regimental political commissar, and at the same time he didn't know how to deal with the daughter of the political commissar, a typical Ukrainian beauty.

Aware of Long Yun's reaction, Aurora naturally smiled at him in response, in fact, she had seen Victor and the people in the group get together in the restaurant to dine and chat while eating, and she felt that this Red Air Force number one ace was not the same as she expected, and it didn't look like a general:

"It's not early, you can go straight to the duty room. Also, I'll bring you a thin blanket later, it's a little chilly at night. ”

"Ah, thank you very much, Lady Dzerzhinskaya."

After thanking the young and beautiful Aurola, and not paying attention to the girl's delicate expression, Long Yun, who was full of worries, ran straight to the regimental headquarters duty room and asked the communications non-commissioned officer to connect him to Stavropol's phone. On the phone, he first found his partner Korolev, asked him about the situation in the regiment, and then asked him not to disturb the head of Samsonov and wait until tomorrow morning to explain his plans:

“…… So, Konstantin, do you think Kamenev he will agree? ”

When formulating this action plan, the first person that came to Long Yun's mind was Kamenev, the second ace pilot of the 237th Regiment, although his light was almost completely overshadowed by the supernova of Viktor Rezenov, but it is undeniable that this person is still the strongest pilot in the regiment except himself, but I don't know what he wants? (To be continued......)

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There was a mistake in the previous chapter, and the protagonist's wingman "Korolev" was written as "Suvorov", which will be corrected as much as possible in the future. In addition, there are some technical problems, which will be modified as much as possible, ashamed!