Unconsciously, Alkin actually opened his mouth as if he was discussing a problem with his peers, and he was afraid that he had forgotten to question at this time: Long Yun is just an ace pilot, so how did he come up with these ideas and plans?

"In this regard, I personally don't attach much importance to the role of radar. Radar, fire control, and missiles are a complete set of weapon systems, but they only emphasize the detection distance of the radar, and there are no corresponding strike measures, so the significance of this is actually quite limited.

As for the discovery of the so-called stealth fighters, the Soviet Union's current fighter planes still rely on ground guidance, which is actually a double-edged sword. To put it bluntly, if the ground-based radar can detect NATO's stealth fighters in advance, then it can naturally guide the fighters to intercept them; And if the ground radar can't detect the opponent, isn't it even more impractical to expect the fighter to use its own radar to detect an aircraft like the YF-22? ”

"So, your conclusion is—"

"Me?" Thinking that there is also a threat like the F-22 in this world, Long Yun also feels a little heavy; He also knew quite well in his heart that the fighters in service in the Soviet Union could be said to be incompetent.

"My idea, instead of pinning my hopes on high-power phased array radar and extravagantly hoping to defeat the opponent in over-the-horizon combat, it is better to steadily improve the thrust-to-weight ratio and maneuverability of the fighter, and cooperate with stealth capabilities to confront the YF-22. If you summarize it in one sentence, I think what the Air Force needs now is not a hybrid of the Super Su-27 and MiG-31 that can kill the third-generation fighters, but a real fourth-generation fighter that can face the threat of NATO's fourth-generation fighters. ”

Hearing Long Yun's rather straightforward statement, Alkin seemed to be deeply touched, he looked down at the picture on the notebook, and did not speak for a long time.

Feeling that the various thoughts in his mind were now fiercely confronted, Long Yun didn't bother him, just stood in the brightly lit hangar, looking at the huge body crawling in the center of the field.

After a long while, Alkin broke away from his reverie and nodded to Long Yun a little embarrassed.

"I guess I know what you mean. I can't say I agree with it completely, but my personal opinion," he subconsciously looked at the KGB agent not far away, "the overall design of item 1.44 does have a heavy problem. ――Is it a super interceptor or a stealth fighter? It's a pretty sharp question, and I'm going to have to talk about it with a couple of designers and the whole team. ”

After saying this with emotion, Al Jin stretched out his hand to Long Yun, and the two of them shook it tightly a few times.

Feeling Long Yun's powerful hands, Alkin seemed to recall his identity, and the surprise and appreciation on his face made Long Yun feel a little uncomfortable; Altyn, however, spoke quite bluntly:

"To be honest, when I met you today, I just wanted to get some first-hand information about air combat from it to guide specific module design and ergonomic considerations. But now it seems that our meeting is at stake. -- Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I hope you will not forget that our MiG Design Bureau will do its best to provide the Red Air Force with the most powerful new fighter aircraft one day sooner! ”

Feeling the surging enthusiasm in Alkin's heart, Long Yun also seemed to be infected, and he held his hand tightly.

……

Early the next morning, Long Yun got up early, and he needed to prepare for the journey to the Caucasus.

Before leaving for the front line, Long Yun took care of his little luggage, and then habitually rummaged through the things in the dark compartment in the corner to tidy up.

In fact, there was not much to fit in this small and secret space, except for the bills and house vouchers, which were the medals and certificates he had just received a few days earlier; As for the promotion order of the lieutenant colonel, he had already flattened and packed into his luggage.

Taking the medal out of the box quite carefully, Long Yun put the golden five-pointed star-shaped Hero Medal (that is, the Golden Star Medal) in his hand and looked at it for a while, and then picked up the Lenin Medal and looked at it.

Recall that a few days ago, in the basement of the office building of the Supreme Soviet, only General Secretary Malenkov and he were present, and the two medals were handed to him along with the certificates. So far, apart from a few tight-lipped KGB agents around him, no one knows that he has just become one of the first people to receive the title of "Hero of the Soviet Union" in this big war; It was not until he left for the front that the Soviet propaganda apparatus would be informed of the matter and vigorously publicize it, mainly for his personal safety, and did not want to reveal the exact time of his trip to Moscow to be awarded.

Although there is no solemn award ceremony and no warm congratulations, it does not mean that the significance of this title and the two medals is not important; In the real world, Long Yun deliberately checked the information, and Long Yun was already very clear about this.

In the real world, in the Soviet Union, which has a history of more than 70 years, only 120,000 people have been awarded the title of "Hero of the Soviet Union," and more than 90 percent of them won this honor during World War II.

In this parallel world, it seems that the "Hero of the Soviet Union" is now awarded both the Golden Star and the Order of Lenin.

the Gold Star Medal, the highest rank in the Soviet system of awarding medals; Anyone who has won the Gold Star Medal, no matter how many medals he has received, usually wears only this kind of medal, and if he wears it at the same time, he is placed at the top of all the medals, which is enough to show that the Gold Star Medal affirms the combat career of soldiers. And the Order of Lenin, as a reward for the winners of the "Hero of the Soviet Union" and the "Hero of Socialist Labor", is also extremely rare in other ways.

Holding this hard-won medal, Long Yun's mood was quite complicated.

He is not keen on honor, but what appears in front of him at this time is vaguely the flames of war in the sky, and his comrades-in-arms who get along day and night, life and death together.

In the month since the start of the war, it is true that his perfect combat skills that fuse the remnants of Victor's mind have won so many battles; But if it weren't for the close cooperation of his comrades-in-arms, the full support of the ground crew, and even the all-out rescue of the "Vympel" team, would he still have come to Moscow and received this heavy highest honor from the hands of the general secretary?

I don't know why, when he was about to say goodbye like this, thinking of these touching and heartfelt pasts, although he was just a participant who had crossed over, Long Yun only felt that his eyes were gradually moistening.

- Even if he's just crossing over!

But how can this sincere feeling be lightly forgotten.

After a long time, barely breaking free from his memories, Long Yun let out a sigh of relief and woke up from his stunned state. He suddenly had the idea that he wanted to go to the general secretary again, but he felt that he was busy with official business and did not necessarily have time, so he went out of the apartment and explained his request to the detective.

“…… Eh, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, you are going to call the General Secretary? ”

Obviously, it was the first time to deal with such a request, and the agents were stunned for a moment, and then someone took him to arrange.

I dialed the phone to the KGB Communications Bureau on the telephone on the first floor of the apartment, and after a long waiting for a transfer, and reported to the operator, the agent handed the microphone to Long Yun and nodded to signal that he was okay.

Putting the earpiece to his ear, Long Yun listened to the monotonous "beep......" sound coming from inside, and was still a little nervous.

"Hello? Is it Victor? ”

"Yes, it's me, Comrade General Secretary!" Long Yun suddenly stuttered a little, "That's right, I'm going to leave for the Caucasus today, and I specially called you to say goodbye." ”

"Ahh Go and do your job, lad. I'm still waiting for your good news and more medals to you! ”

"Thank you for your encouragement!" Speaking of medals, Long Yun thought of the subject of his call, "Ah, let me take the liberty of asking, can the Lenin Medal you awarded me a gift?" I would like to give it to the 309 regiment in which it served before. ”

"Well, there's nothing wrong with this! Talk to the agent and I'll get it to you. - But you have to keep the Gold Star Medal and the certificate: it is specially issued to the 'Hero of the Soviet Union', and it cannot be given away casually! Do you understand? ”

"Understood, thanks for the approval! Then, goodbye, Comrade General Secretary! ”

"Well, goodbye, Victor!"

Hung up the phone and got Malenkov's approval, Long Yun politely asked the detectives to help him with this matter, and sent the Lenin Medal he received to the 309th Front-line Fighter Regiment.

"No problem! Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, don't worry! ”

Taking the medal from Long Yun's hand, the agent put it in a plastic bag and sealed it, and then wrapped some paper before putting it in the metal box where it was stored. The general secretary nodded to the matter, of course, they will handle it more carefully; Long Yun also trusted the KGB, a well-organized organization with a lean and well-organized membership, and he smiled and nodded appreciatively at them.

The KGB's private network, of course, is more secure than ordinary military transshipments; If you can't believe this, then I'm afraid you can only use the express service of the Zenith.

After explaining this matter, Long Yun felt that his mood had become a little lighter.

He had such an idea before, and he also checked the convention and knew that the Order of Lenin could be awarded to the collective, and the first Lenin Medal in the real world was awarded to the editorial board of Komsomolskaya Pravda on May 23, 1930; Now that he has been transferred from the 309 Front-line Fighter Regiment and gone to other places, I hope that this medal can slightly comfort those comrades-in-arms who were born and died with him and bravely sacrificed their lives for the motherland.

Walking out of the foyer with his luggage, he looked up again at the clear sky of Moscow for a moment, as if he felt some kind of call, Long Yun walked towards the special car to the airport.

In the rugged and vast Far South, there must be higher skies and fiercer battles awaiting.

After a short trip to Moscow, Long Yun is about to embark on a new journey.

(End of Volume 2)

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