In the face of Asia Minor, which has a long coastline and is almost undefended, the Red Navy's landing fleet across the entire Black Sea did not adopt the same landing operation method as its Western counterparts, but went straight south under the unprecedented scale of air support firepower, and went directly to land at weak points where NATO's defense forces could not be reinforced.

On the undulating surface of the Black Sea, the low-pitched roaring Type 12322 "small" air-cushion landing ships launched an attack at a high speed of 50 knots, and forcibly occupied the beachhead under the bombardment of the Red Navy's naval guns of various calibers and the steel rain like a volcanic eruption of shore-based aviation. Heavily armed soldiers carried equipment to quickly establish a beachhead stronghold and clear the shore passage for the follow-up troops with engineering equipment.

The distance of 300 kilometers from Constanta, Romania to the coastline of Turkey, seems like a trench, but for the Type 12322 air-cushion landing ship, it only takes six hours to make a round trip.

The six-hour landing wave is a complete provocation for NATO's tactical air force; However, the current heavy troops under the command of the US Central Command have done nothing because of the loss of air supremacy, and the terrified USAF, including NAVY, can only watch the ships of the crazy Ivan shuttling back and forth, watching the Warsaw Pact iron flow that erected the pontoon bridge all the way past Üsküdar on the other side of Constantinople, watching the dark green steel giants rushing towards Izmit in groups, and watching the soldiers of the free world shouting and struggling in the overwhelming artillery smoke. It was scattered in a furious sweep of 125mm smoothbore guns and 5.45 caliber guns.

It was like an 18-magnitude typhoon sweeping across the land. Red iron currents are surging in Asia Minor, where the terrain is complex. The stormy air raids were almost non-stop. Obscured by gunsmoke and dust, Turkey has become a huge millstone filled with steel and fire, mercilessly devouring the land.

Bearing the terrifying density of fire that has never been seen before, struggling to survive in the shadow of the whizzing VVS fighter-bombers, and after a bomb ploughing is an endless "T-shape" crushing, the imposing Soviet mechanized troops advanced all the way along the narrow plains around the Anatolian plateau, and after summoning aviation to blow up the NATO garrison positions at the entrance to the narrow plains, they drove all the way straight in, cooperating with the assault of the airborne troops to break down the defenses of the NATO forces.

In the face of such a swift onslaught of armor. Where have the NATO second-line troops stationed in Asia Minor seen such a formation, they never thought that one day they would really face the polar bears and hold their positions under the gusts of red iron streams; Seeing the Soviet tanks "bang bang ping" non-stop smoothbore artillery bombardment, one missile after another dragging the flame locusts to attack, the aging Turkish M60 tanks exploded everywhere on the battlefield, panicked soldiers threw away their guns and ran wildly, the originally planned fire support and air strikes all came to naught, and the NATO coalition forces that had no power to fight back could only retreat into the ravine in a hurry, cursing loudly all the time on the march like a tide.

At a time when the Russians invaded on a large scale and passed through a place where there was simply no grass, where were those air force fighters that once flaunted their might and had their nostrils turned to the sky?

Just when the ground team was in disgrace and being chased all the way by the Warsaw Pact iron cavalry, the NATO tactical air force, which had suffered heavy casualties in the previous few days of fighting, was not idle; It's just compared to launching into the air to carry out a mission. They now have some more important tasks, which is to repair a large number of warplanes damaged in the war. In addition, it has to be said that many combat units need to be evacuated immediately from the forward bases, because the Russian tanks are getting closer and closer to these bases.

Turning hundreds of kilometers to the east, the fierce attack on the western coast of Turkey was preceded by a series of southward offensives by the "Rostov-on-Don" Front, in which the Soviet mechanized army, which was fully manned and highly moraled, was reduced to pieces in the lofty mountains of Transcaucasia, relying on the forward reconnaissance and fire support of aviation to quickly penetrate and strike at the enemy.

In the face of the Red Army's rapid offensive, the unprepared NATO coalition forces were still preparing a large-span offensive operation, but they were suddenly forced to go on the defensive, and the huge and bloated logistics and command system was blown up by the overwhelming "assemblers", "frogfeet" and even Tu-16 "badgers".

The pressure on the ground was unprecedented, and the planes of the tactical air force were rarely seen, so the coalition forces really had no way to continue to support them, so they could only retreat along mountain roads or river valley trails, and within a few days they were driven back into Turkish territory.

The frontal battlefield is bad enough, but that's not all NATO's experience in the Middle East theater.

With the strong counteroffensive of the Warsaw Pact army, Iran, which had been fighting hard before, or watching from the sidelines, has now joined the war group, although their main direction of attack is not Turkey, but Iraq, which is further south, and I don't know if it is to avenge the Iran-Iraq war; However, this offensive is completely a "backyard fire" for the anxious NATO, and the painstaking rear is also full of smoke, leaving the generals of the Central Command with smoke in all directions, but they have no hands to teach these hateful Persian beards a lesson.

Being beaten by Russian fighters on the line of fire, and the base was about to be raided by Ivans, such a bad shape is nothing less than a nightmare for NATO's tactical air force.

Not only that, but this nightmare shows no end in sight.

In Diyarbakir, in southeastern Turkey, a makeshift barracks at a U.S. Air Force base on the outskirts of the southern Anatolian plateau and the Tigris River, a dreary mission briefing is underway.

In the previous "Typhoon" operation, but on the first day of the Russians' crazy counteroffensive, the US Air Force Lieutenant Colonel Fletcher Harris stood expressionlessly next to the projection screen, he was on aluminum alloy crutches in one hand, holding a laser pointer in the other, his eyes scanned a large number of new faces in the seat, and the words spit out of his mouth did not have much emotion, just explaining the details of the mission on official business.

As he spoke, Lieutenant Colonel Harris felt dizzy when he saw these rookie pilots who didn't know where they came from, and he really wished he could see a few more old comrades-in-arms in this conference room, but where are the bodies of these poor people who sacrificed their lives for the country?

Damn, what else is there to sacrifice for the country - running all the way to fight to the death with the Russians, what kind of sacrifice is this!

The thought of his comrades in the 15th Wing, many of whom had now disappeared from this world, began to sting in his ankle again, and he had had enough of the damn war.

Recalling the scene a few days ago, when he was directly hit by a missile flying from nowhere, Lieutenant Colonel's partner Harper was lucky not to be injured and has now been temporarily sent as a fighter pilot, although his skills are really ordinary and he is not familiar with how to fly a single-seat F-15I fighter jet; As for Harris himself, he sprained his ankle and knocked off a piece of skin on his elbow when he landed, and it was impossible to fly the plane into the air in a short time, so he could only go to Diyarbakir, a place where birds don't, with the 15th Wing of the roll, to do some mission planning for the 41st and 42nd squadrons.

Hey, speaking of this mission planning......

Now when this bullshit is like a stove, what else is there to plan, how to plan how to send to death!

In the past few days, I have witnessed the sight of my comrades-in-arms taking off the plane and never landing again, perhaps because of too much mental stimulation, Lieutenant Colonel Harris, who seems to have become a disabled person, opened his eyes in annoyance, and the tone of his explanation of the projection content also rose a little.

Angry, now he is naturally quite difficult to control, but yesterday after receiving the operational instructions issued by the headquarters, the lieutenant colonel's mentality is a little more stable; As a veteran, he could easily see that the commanders were indeed changing their tactics in accordance with the bloody lessons of the front-line combatants, and finally realized that the "demon method" of the Russians was actually an anti-radiation air-to-air missile -- this kind of thing, which would have been reprimanded as a joke by the lieutenant colonel a few days ago, but now it really appeared on the battlefield in the sky, and caused such terrible casualties to NATO's tactical air force.

Now, whether it is casualties or fear, in short, the Ivan have been fighting like a drug, as one of the air forces that the coalition relies on, the 15th Wing is naturally duty-bound, and must be the head.

In the past few days, a large number of fighters and valuable pilots have been lost, and half of the fighters of the 15th Wing have been temporarily replaced and replaced with F-15I "David Eagles" for emergency support from Israel, which makes Fletcher Harris feel very unhappy.

It is also to defend the interests and dignity of the free world, why do you have to let the United States block the guns in front, the lives of Israelites are so precious, and the blood of Americans is not blood!

Thinking about it indignantly, the lieutenant colonel hastily finished the explanation, came to the table and picked up a stack of printer paper, he stubbornly walked around the front of the conference room with a cane, feeling the pain in his ankles, while grinning to all the pilots in front of him:

"Well, that's what it is, boys.

We had better read the tactical instructions issued by the headquarters carefully; Losses in the wing have been high in recent days, and I, as the commander, hope that everyone here will be lucky enough, but luck alone will not deal with the Russians, and we will need - well, careful tactics, and enough courage! (To be continued......)