With a thirst for battle, Long Yun flew his plane to approach the enemy in the north.

Speeding up to the predetermined route, he looked around left and right, and there was no sign of a friendly fighter in the clear sky.

But at this moment, he is not alone.

In fact, if Long Yun's radar could see behind him, he would find himself in the sky high behind him, and a large number of fighters were moving at this time.

Since the combat report of the 309th Regiment was submitted to the command explaining the sortie plan of Viktor Rezenov, the number one ace of the Red Air Force, the Air Force Command approved the operational plan and coordinated deployment on a large scale, and it was imperative that he fight this battle well.

Of course, even if he is the number one ace of the Red Air Force, he may not necessarily have such treatment in ordinary sorties; But this time his mission was extraordinary, not only to make it clear to his opponent that he was going into battle again and to give the enemy a great deterrent, but also to ensure his absolute safety, at least never to fall into the hands of the enemy again.

In order to accomplish such a task, the command not only increased the intensity of sorties of various aviation regiments in accordance with the scheduled deployment, but also specially arranged for the 150 fighter regiment stationed at the second-tier airfields in East Germany to dispatch a number of Su-27S, and cooperate with the MiG-31s of the Territorial Defense Force to sweep the rear of this trump card. Among them, the MiG-31 is deployed at an altitude of about 12,000 meters, and the Su-27S is mixed with the MiG-29 of the 310th Regiment and deployed at a medium altitude.

These fighters of various types, all loaded with live ammunition, were waiting in the air for an opportunity, and the total combat power of more than sixty fire lanes was calculated; In case the number one ace rises up in the battle and loses his strength, they can't help but rush forward and fire ten thousand bullets, and they must snatch him back to the Warsaw Pact control area intact.

On the ground near the battle line, there are already several assault teams on standby at this time, and if anything unexpected happens, they will immediately penetrate the NATO front line full of holes and appear in the place where rescue is needed as soon as possible.

Finally, the fighters of the 309th Regiment, who received the cover order, were also operating on the flanks at this time; The superiors knew the combat habits of the number one ace, and did not equip him with a wingman to avoid distraction.

Piloting the Red Thirteen to continue to climb and accumulate altitude, the radar was a vague signal mixed with interference, and the battlefield in front of Long Yun's eyes was unprecedentedly chaotic.

As the radar siren began to sound, knowing that the opponent had noticed his deposit, without any hesitation, Long Yun drove the red No. 13 MiG, which was loaded with R-73 combat missiles, into the dive from a height of seven thousand meters; As the distance between the enemy plane and the enemy plane continued to shorten, the alarms sounded one after another, and the small disc-shaped display light array lit up.

Just opposite him, he finally crossed the battle line from the narrow airspace in front of the battlefield according to the guidance of the early warning aircraft, and now at least five fighters are locking on to Long Yun's MiG-29, and he doesn't even need to carefully distinguish it, he knows that the incoming missiles have been on the way.

The fighters belonging to the 38th Squadron of the JG71 Wing and the 15th Air Wing of the United States were divided into two echelons and approached from different altitudes, the EF2000 at an altitude of 6,000 meters was good at high-speed interception, and the lower 4,500 meters altitude was four F-16s under the command and guidance of two F-15Cs.

In addition, just as the ribs of a large number of fighters were sprinkled in this way, the two EC-16A part-time electronic warfare planes were at full power, and the entire formation maintained a high level of tension and searched forward.

Looking at their posture, it seems that there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, could it be that they have encountered a large number of intercepted enemies?

However, in front of them, it was clear that there was only a lone Soviet fighter plane that was killing head-on; The reason why they are so cautious is because the successive desperate killings of the Red 13 MiG, which they called "Crazy Ivan", have left a deep memory on NATO pilots.

So at this time, when they found the lonely figure in the opposite sky, instead of feeling relaxed, they felt a burst of panic in their hearts.

The lone Russian may be even crazier, what if he runs into that "crazy Ivan" again?

If it weren't for the crowds like this, I really wouldn't dare to go up and say hello.

With so many fighters concentrated in such a small airspace, on Long Yun's N019 radar, he could only see a small messy echo because of Yan zhòng's electronic interference.

But so what?

knew that this was the result, Long Yun did not carry a bulky R-27: this kind of missile with flamboyant wings and a powerful appearance is generally used as a throwing gun, saving nearly half a ton of payload, what is it not good to use it for?

There were now six R-73s under the wings, and he could feel that the body was more agile than usual, and Long Yun had already decided to kill in the dogfight.

In this way, with the indomitable intention to kill the enemy, in the face of the incoming missile launches, Long Yun used all his strength, almost without any stagnation, and drove the plane into the dangerous combat airspace.

In Long Yun's keen vision, the "Sparrow" missiles that were dragging tail smoke and flying in the sky were as ridiculous as the powerless bows and arrows in the face of the mad dragon. In the face of the incoming missiles, he swayed from side to side in the nimble Red 13, and made incredible continuous sideways maneuvers one after another to evade; The fighter plane danced in the missile's death invitation, the smooth and free track streaked across the sky, and on the pale background of the missile's flying wild, it was as gorgeous and deadly as a totem.

It was a deathly spell, more like an invitation from death!

Closer, closer!

The red No. 13 MiG, painted with a bright red five-pointed star, came with a fierce murderous aura; After experiencing the first face, Long Yun's appearance has already caused extreme panic among the opponents!

With a series of screams in the channel, in the cockpit of the fighter plane, several people saw the exaggerated livery of the attacker; The bright red five-pointed star was particularly stimulating to their nerves, and on the side of the air intake, there were familiar and hair-raising figures.

Red Thirteen!

Oh my God, it's really that madman, he actually crawled out of hell!

The movements are light and agile, and the MiGs draw a complex maneuvering trajectory in the sky; Without wasting every ounce of precious energy, the MiG, which had thrown off the missile, climbed and accelerated again with a continuous sideways turn and a defensive barrel roll. The missile is still scurrying around, sharply turning sideways and breaking the S in reverse, interfering with the opponent's imminent attack; Sixteen infrared jamming bombs were emanated, and the missiles passed sideways without detonating. If there is a threat ahead, immediately change out and take the bell maneuver, change direction and dive to accelerate! With the jamming missile swept out laterally, another missile deviated from the direction of aim.

In this way, ignoring the encirclement and interception of all fighters, he rushed and killed in the chaotic sky, and the gorgeous trajectory was beautiful and deadly; The offense and defense are completely integrated, Long Yun's shots never miss, the R-73's covenant of death is constantly released, and the moment the missile takes off into the air determines the fate of the opponent.

The pilots of the JG71 and the 15th Wing, who were still struggling in vain in the sky, were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and while holding the control stick tightly with trembling hands, they looked around from under the glass hatch in fear; However, no matter how hard they tried, apart from the fighters that caught fire and fell, and the missiles that were scurrying in vain, only the terrible afterimage of the MiG planes always appeared above their heads from time to time.

It seems that what is fighting them to the death at this time is no longer a lone MiG, but an entire group of fighters with great momentum; Is this kind of crazy and overwhelming momentum really the limit of what human beings can reach?

In the sky, where the situation was completely out of control, the screams of fighter engines and the thunder of missile explosions came and went, and missiles flew everywhere against the background of the chaotic tracks. In less than two minutes, at least one NATO fighter was hit by its own infrared-guided missile; If this can be regarded as Long Yun's victory, then his current number of downed planes in a single sortie has reached four or more!

The pilot, who was in a cold sweat and almost out of his body, was completely unable to concentrate on piloting the fighter, and the scene in front of him began to become blurry and distorted; Just when the MiG machine passed by like a ghost in his sight, the figure actually appeared ghosted!

This clearly disorganized sight completely shattered the pilot's will, and he screamed uncontrollably.

"- He's not alone!"

"- He's not fighting alone!"

What does that mean? Deep fear and confusion enveloped everyone's hearts.

He's not human, could he be some kind of monster? Or is he not alone, and a new terrible MiG has appeared on the battlefield?

In a certain way, both of these understandings are completely correct. At this time, Long Yun had already begun to go berserk completely, and it seemed to have turned into a roaring dragon in the sky; Missiles, artillery, and instantaneous choices have nothing to do with consciousness, and the combat instinct that completely bursts out has been exerted beyond the incredible limit!

Mikoyan and Grevich were both possessed by soul at this moment, and he was by no means fighting alone.

He was by no means fighting alone!

He's not alone! It's a dragon!

A raging war dragon possessed by the glory and dreams of the MiG family!

The attack was furious and deadly, and the MiG's murderous aura covered the sky; The RD-33 engine roared furiously, and afterburner beyond the permissible limit had been burning for too long, but what did it matter?

Even if the engine needs to be replaced after landing, a moment's dance of death can cut off the trembling head of an enemy.

Instead of spending a life in idleness, anyone will choose to become a hero, even if there is only one chance to fly into the blue sky, even if the time to go wild is only five minutes!

Go berserk, MiG of the Dragon!

With that furious rising rage, burn all your enemies to the ground.