Subconsciously thought that these two comrades-in-arms were more auspicious and less auspicious, and Qi Hui, who was naturally casual, didn't dwell on this for too long, what he thought of was who the guy who shot down the Longyun Twin Machine would be who was sacred, probably except for ECJA, that is, the Israeli who was a yin owl?

If this is the case, then the strategy for dealing with these guys is very simple, that is, to dispatch as many aircraft as possible, so that even if the opponent has the intention to provoke, it is necessary to weigh the political impact of the outbreak of a large-scale air conflict, and whether it can destroy all of them to destroy the evidence of the operation.

After all, shooting down one or two fighters can be said to be a "mistake", but a large number of Hulala fighters have been "hit by mistake", which is to treat everyone else as an idiot!

At stake in the safety of the two pilots, Qi Hui's plan of action was quickly approved.

In the afternoon of the same day, completely different from the usual operational patterns, the 3rd_IHFS of several Su-27SK/SKM fighters carried out a large-scale air patrol operation in the Syrian no-fly zone, searching back and forth over the area where the "Red Dragon" and "Kvass" were suspected to have fallen.

During the operation, the NATA pilots unexpectedly did not encounter ECJA, ALSA and other "Middle East Chengguan" fighters, during which they only had a brief exchange of fire with a small number of Syrian rebel fighters scurrying around, and they were sure that they had no losses when they shot down two enemy planes; However, compared with the rather good air combat form, the purpose of the search for the missing pilots was not achieved, and the radio detection system has not been able to find the rescue beacon signal distributed by NATA personnel, which makes all the pilots on the mission a little depressed.

Although no beacon signal was received, it may be that the pilot actively turned off in order to avoid exposing the target. But it is also possible to indicate that the "Red Dragon" and "Kvass" were unfortunately killed in battle, and the beacon was destroyed by the impact of explosions and the like; Or. They have been captured by Liberal rebels on the ground. Beacons also lost their usefulness.

Unable to find them in the sky, the disappointed NATA fighters lingered for a long time and could only return in formation.

It is not surprising that they searched everywhere but did not find any trace of "Red Dragon" and others, because the location of Long Yun's final ejection had gone beyond the "Syrian no-fly zone" and entered the sky over the small Syrian hinterland city of Sukhna.

As the sun sets, at the end of a massive search and rescue operation in 3rd_IHFS, a two-story house is located on the shores of the vast highlands of southwestern Syria, in the gentle and open suburbs of Sukhna. The "Red Dragon," a pilot of the New Arab Tactical Air Force 3rd_IHFS who arrived here in a "Humvee" car, was sitting at an old wooden table, gobbling up the food on the plate in front of him.

After encountering the "strong wind", this time, Long Yun's luck was quite good.

Because of the fierce battle, and because of the fierce battle, and by the huge overload of the seat accelerating away from the body, Long Yun, who was once unconscious during the landing, regained consciousness before falling to the ground, and after he barely adjusted his attitude, he completed a reasonably good parachute landing without spraining the joints of his body. Of course, some contusions from the wolf bèi rolling off are still inevitable.

At an altitude of about 1,000 meters, the process of landing is actually a few tens of seconds. However, after landing, he still felt that his physical strength was a little difficult to support, and the blackened Long Yun in front of him lay on the ground for a while, groping for relief from the parachute and taking off the bloated anti-load suit that was in the way.

Slowly sat up and took off his flying helmet, looking up at the high sky that was still passing through it a moment ago, Long Yun didn't know how much time had passed, in short, now he could neither see nor hear the confrontation and chase of the fighters, including where the red nineteenth landline that he was shot and fell fell on, if it weren't for him turning his head and looking around, vaguely finding black smoke rising from a column on the distant horizon, there would be no way to figure it out now.

Alas, now, was he knocked back to the ground again?

Luckily escaped from the cannon fire of the "strong wind" attack plane, but unexpectedly lost the landline, Long Yun in the cold wind now can't think more, he moved his wrists and ankles, check whether his body was injured, and began to nervously observe the surrounding environment.

Now for him, there is a question that must be clarified, and that is, "where the hell is this"?

Naturally, the place where he fell was undoubtedly in Syria, but the problem is that the country is now in a full-scale civil war, and whether the land where he catapulted is now controlled by the Damascus government or the Liberal rebels entrenched in Aleppo is a matter of life and death for Long Yun.

For a pilot who is not good at fighting, it is not a good thing to fall on the soil of the Liberal Party.

Sitting on the hard and cold dry grass slope for a while, feeling that his physical condition was fine, Long Yun got up and packed up the parachute and other sundries a few times, he listened to the surroundings attentively, and did not find the obvious sound of the car engine, so he took out the dagger and dug on the spot on the grassy and slightly undulating soil slope, and hurriedly buried these items that were easy to reveal his identity.

Having had the experience of a crash in a parallel world before, Long Yun was much more skilled in handling it this time.

Three or two strokes to complete the trace masking, rubbing the blade on the clothes, Long Yun put the dagger back into the sheath, raised his hand and felt the pistol from his waist, he pulled the sleeve of the Beretta 92F pistol, confirmed that there was a bullet in the chamber, and the mechanism movement was basically normal, and after checking around, he didn't find any place where he could hide his figure, and he couldn't help frowning; However, he immediately thought that the operational strategy of "hiding near the crash site" was not suitable for him, and since it was a parachute jump in the interior of Syria, he probably could not count on the search and rescue of the ground forces of the New Party now.

All in all, the priority now is to get out as much as possible, but which way to run?

Walking in the barren grassland with gusting cold winds, Long Yun only roughly identified the direction, and before he could figure out where he had fallen, a team of soldiers who came to search for him in an off-road vehicle appeared on the horizon in the distance, deciding the direction of escape for him.

In this situation, if an ordinary person falls in a foreign country, most of them can only be caught with a blank head, but Long Yun's superpowers have played a role in the vast and sparsely populated central region of Syria, and he doesn't need to read the logos on the two off-road vehicles or identify the military uniforms of the hitchhikers, just by vaguely feeling the consciousness activities, he can conclude that these guys who are driving over in a hurry are Syrian rebels.

Damn, did you really jump into the Liberal Party's control zone!

Thinking back to the battle before the crash, Long Yun felt that he had flown as far east as possible, at least hundreds of kilometers, but he still landed on the territory of the rebels, which is not too far from Damascus, the capital of Syria.

In Syria, where the terrain is high in the northwest and the population is concentrated on the western coast, and the climate is acceptable in the east, but there are not many residents, Long Yun lowered his body and moved all the way along the dirt slope, and came to hide in a complex terrain full of rocks next to him. With superpowers, he didn't need to look around to know how far away the rebels' off-road vehicle was, nervously holding the Beretta 92F in his hand, Long Yun looked up at the clear sky at noon, this weather was an excellent condition for the search and arrest operation, and he felt that his current situation was simply terrible.

Among so many forms of land warfare, the battle to round up parachuting air crews is probably the most suspenseless contest.

As a top pilot who is good at air combat, even if he encounters many strong enemies in the sky, he can at least use his skills and courage to give it a go; But on the ground, locust-like bullets don't need to be guided, and they don't have eyes at all, and the number of guns in a random battle can often determine the outcome of a battle, even the strongest individual soldier can't fight against a large group of ordinary enemy troops that are everywhere.

Hiding behind a rather large rock, Long Yun raised his hand and fumbled for the spare magazine in his pocket, he felt that with the Beretta pistol in his hand and a total of thirty rounds of ammunition, if he could deal with these approaching Liberal patrols, it should be possible in a Hollywood blockbuster.

I don't know how many people will be rounded up by my crash?

Under the warm rays of the midday sun, feeling the cold and dryness of the Middle East and the interior, in a strange feeling of being both hot and cold, Long Yun could clearly feel that the consciousness activities in the east were approaching, and these rebel soldiers probably came by car at least a dozen people after receiving an order on the fly; After receiving such an enemy situation, he immediately dismissed the plan to rush out and fight, or turn around and flee westward, a pistol can definitely not compete with the grenades and assault rifles in the hands of soldiers, not to mention that the off-road vehicle may also be equipped with heavy machine guns, rocket launchers and other high-powered weapons.

Ejected in unfamiliar Syria, where government personnel could have been counted on were nowhere to be seen, Long Yun, who had fallen into the Liberal Party-controlled district, knew that he was now on his own, and he barely managed to calm his breath and rest in the shadows behind the rocks while planning his next move.

How did you escape the last time you crashed?

Or rather, what about the time in the Caucasus, when an ambush was encountered on the way back to Stavropol.

Nervously recalling his past experiences in place, but he couldn't find any experience to learn from, Long Yun frowned and squinted anxiously, raised his hand to block the cold gusts of wind, he felt that the two ground distress situations were not as bad as today, and now he was not only alone, but also surrounded by sparsely vegetated desolate land, and there was not even a little terrain to hide from absconding. (To be continued......)