In the darkness of the night, taking a Mi-28N helicopter gunship over the vast land east of the Sea of Azov, and taking a refreshing hot shower after returning to the base, Long Yun walked into the room and found that the "lover" had fallen asleep, he didn't want to disturb Valentina's good dreams, so he casually picked up a place on the side of the soft bed and lay down.

Feeling that he had just taken a nap on the helicopter before, and now he was still very sleepy, Long Yun wanted to get a good night's sleep quickly.

However, before falling asleep, he had to repeatedly remind himself not to travel back, otherwise it would be easy for people to go back and forth between the two worlds frequently, and besides, he didn't do anything this time.

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Stavropol at night was immersed in a quiet rarely seen since the beginning of the war.

However, at this very moment, in the land of Asia Minor, a thousand kilometers to the south, the NATO forward bases and the United States Central Command in Ankara were dotted with an atmosphere of extremely rare gloomy terror.

In the past 12 hours, after the most unbelievable day of hell since the launch of Operation "Typhoon," or the most painful rout on all fronts since the beginning of the war, the NATO coalition forces that have suffered losses are like a small car run over by a tank or a poor traveler who has been struck by a lightning strike, and is now almost completely paralyzed.

At this moment, apart from the most basic air defense units and combat-ready planes on duty, there is hardly a single combat unit still in a normal combat state on the coalition front, which stretches for thousands of kilometers.

This shore is already a chaotic, ruthless enemy on the other side, but still doesn't know how to understand and cooperate at all.

Just across from the panicked NATO wing. The prestige of the first day of the "anti-radiation operation" was enveloped. The fully mobilized Warsaw Pact warplanes are rumbling unstoppably; The red iron stream surging from the North Caucasus. The Transcaucasian front, which was constantly scouring with holes, was repulsed, surrounded, and annihilated by NATO ground forces, and all traces of existence were completely erased from the face of the earth without mercy.

Under the dark night, accompanied by a series of shelling with earthquakes and thunders, countless bullets from medium-range tactical missiles to light mortar shells rained down like a storm, and the explosions and roars one after another were so frequent that it was impossible to distinguish them at all. On the ground, the terrifying round-headed tank flat-ended gun barrels pounded, and the airborne helicopters jumped out of the camouflage mixed field soldiers, crackling flames and the cold light of the shiny muzzles. The frightened eyes of the NATO soldiers were followed by a rain of steel and fire wrapped in death, which turned every Qiē on the brutal front to ashes.

On such a terrible night when the flames were burning all over the sky and the earth was trembling, in Ankara, hundreds of kilometers away from the battle line, deep underground in the conference room of the command center, the venue could only be filled with a deathly silence.

In the smoky war conference room, the clicking slide projector was still moving, and the subtle whirring of the fan was clearly audible; An air raid siren had just sounded in the headquarters, and everyone had an unconcealable frustration and confusion on their faces. And the deep exhaustion that can't be hidden.

Twenty hours have passed from early morning to now. Everyone in the headquarters hadn't closed their eyes yet, and their deep sleep had been silenced by an alarm.

Ankara, the capital of the Republic of Turkey, the city has not sounded an air defense siren for many years?

Not to mention the tense Cold War years of the previous decades, even after the outbreak of this world war, the NATO tactical air force, which was stationed with heavy troops and morale, although it won and lost with Russian fighters in the northern sky, never lost the right to control the sky in Asia Minor, not even a day.

However, as the saying goes, "there are exceptions to everything", the only exception to this statement is believed to have been in the previous large-scale fierce battle, by the Russians' number one ace, Viktor Rezenov.

On that terrible stormy day, the terrible "Crazy Ivan" appeared over the western territory of Turkey with a "Flanker" fighter and wingman, chased and killed three B-1B "Lancers" one after another, and at the same time evaded a fierce surface-to-air missile attack, which greatly shocked the coalition forces for a while, and then greatly strengthened the defense of the airspace in Asia Minor.

Recalling the previous "lancer" tragedy, it may make many people frightened.

But then again, even the terrible "Caucasian Grim Reaper" only did this kind of thing occasionally, and he would not dare to make such dangerous attempts several times; Tonight, however, the three-minute air raid sirens that filled the streets of Ankara and terrified the inexperienced citizens shattered all citizens' fragile illusions and made them realize for the first time how bad their situation was.

Turkey, which is at the forefront of NATO and facing the Red Empire, is already looming.

Not far from the border, the retreating coalition forces were panicked and soon retreated to the land of cannon fodder, braving the hail of bullets and bullets to return to where they had started three weeks ago, leaving behind only patches of mutilated corpses and horrific wreckage.

And just behind them, the war beast that exuded the breath of death had opened its hideous bloody jaws to devour all these poor people who were desperately trying to survive.

The footsteps of war are approaching, and this terrible news flies over the cities and villages of Asia Minor, through the streets and alleys of Ankara, penetrates everywhere to the other side of the seemingly impregnable thick wall, and slowly settles in the hearts of the gloomy and tired NATO commanders.

In the dreary conference room, the deathly silence continued.

Immersed in an unexpected defeat, the gray-haired General Clark, with his head crooked and lowered on his chest, seemed to be completely in a hypnotic out-of-body state; Looking at the stack of reports on the table in front of him in a daze, the general didn't have the slightest intention to look through it at this time, as a senior officer who participated in the whole command, what kind of terrible losses the coalition forces suffered today, he could say that he knew better than anyone else.

Speaking of which, what kind of bullshit war this is.

Since the outbreak of the fighting in the Caucasus, General Clark has served as the operational commander of the U.S. Central Command, and has been fully responsible for the Caucasian theater of operations under the authority of the chief of staff.

As a hard-line officer who fought in the Vietnam War, he had an extreme hostility to the vast Red Empire, and he was not without his life in this position; Every time he encountered the indecision of his subordinates, or the low-level mistakes, he would mercilessly pound the table and roar, scolding the pale ones like an angry lion - but today, in the face of the Caucasus war that was on the verge of collapse, Clark rarely restrained his anger, he gave orders in the command room, and then wandered coldly for hours, and finally chose to leave, and crapped into the conference room with his always treasured briar pipe, Bowed in contemplation under the wincing gaze of a table of intelligence officers and technicians.

In the face of crisis, not saying a word, this does not seem to be the usual style of a roaring tough guy, but unlike the vigorous appearance, Buckhill Clark is actually a sensitive and suspicious professional soldier at heart.

Thanks to the character he cultivated in his early years, he encountered difficulties in his long military career for decades, and the general was always able to find the key to the problem and then shouted for everyone to act immediately, which indeed allowed him to win one battle after another; However, it was completely different from the previous thorny predicament, suddenly encountered the thunderous blow of the Red Empire, and saw hundreds of thousands of NATO coalition troops struggling on the front, Clark, as a senior commander of the Air Force, unconsciously had psychological problems, and he seemed to remember the chaotic scene of the retreat from Saigon.

Thinking back to that evening 21 years ago, looking down from the CH-47 "Chinook" helicopter that took off urgently, the smoke and fire in the city filled the line of sight, the rumbling of the Viet Cong almost never stopped in my ears, and the United States planes hurriedly passing in the sky looked so gray and wolf......

Less than a few hours after the evacuation of the last American warplanes escorting the expatriate, the broad tracks of the T-55 tanks painted with red stars ran over the torrential rain and muddy red earth and drove into the streets of the capital of the South Vietnamese regime; The protracted and ultimately failed tropical war had been subconsciously buried deep in the heart of the general before, but at this moment, in the face of the terrifying enemy who also held high the scarlet banner and the cold light of the scythe and hammer, Clarke, who had come all the way from the smoke of the bay, suddenly felt a tiredness that he had never felt before, and then gradually emerged, and a trace of imperceptible fear.

His vision was blurred by the smoke, and the hand holding the pipe was trembling slightly, and the gray-eyed general sensed the fear in his heart, and his lips pursed in surprise, but he had to admit that this fear was not an illusion of his own.

Although it was five years ago that he participated in the combat team of General Norman Schwarzkopf, Clark, who was also a lieutenant general of the Air Force at the time, commanded Saddam Hussein, and it only took dozens of days of continuous air raids to completely destroy the war counterattack capability of the so-called "third military power in the world"; Commanding air power in Iraq as no one lands, covering the "Abrams" rumbling into the land of the Two Rivers Valley, the free world led by the United States once again won another landslide victory, a day that was celebrated by countless Westerners.

Seeing Iraq, armed with the Soviet system, collapse like an old castle in the face of the multinational forces, Clark once thought that the Russian combat system was nothing more than a rel; In the face of NATO's integrated combat system, even if it is not vulnerable, it will definitely not last long. (To be continued......)