No matter how brave a pilot is, he can't exert his combat effectiveness without missiles, and Long Yun knows this very well.

Listening to the chaotic GCI guidance information and calls on the radio, he didn't have the energy to be distracted before, but he probably knew that a large number of friendly fighters were on their way to help, as long as he held on for another five minutes, he could wait for hundreds of MiGs and Sukhoi to be reinforced, and beat these Americans who took the wrong medicine and ran out to go crazy!

But...... Can he still hold on for five minutes now?

He didn't know.

Piloting the Red Seventeen to frantically swing his sword and kill the enemy in the Caucasus sky, Long Yun's performance has exceeded the limits of ordinary pilots, and now his spirit and body are strictly overdrawn.

In the face of dozens of times the number of enemy planes, the number one trump card of the Red Air Force did not disappoint the glorious Soviet Union, and now he has probably seven or eight fighters with his fighting skills, and with the inevitable accidental injuries in the chaos, the losses of the Americans in this lawless battle have reached double digits.

But as the saying goes, "a good tiger can't resist a pack of wolves", the continuous high-intensity confrontation consumes the pilot's physical strength and the fighter's fuel storage, which not only makes Long Yun feel a little unsustainable, but the fuel warning light has also flashed bright yellow. Although the Su-27S, which continuously turns on afterburner, has a huge capacity of fuel tanks in the aircraft, tens of thousands of liters of fuel in the aircraft cannot withstand the violent consumption and is almost at the bottom, it can be said that it is extremely critical!

But at this critical moment, Long Yun, or everyone on the battlefield, didn't know that the "round-up" battle was far from over, and the most terrifying rhythm of the tragic aerial fight was just about to come.

Just south of the airspace where the large group of fighters were fighting in close quarters, and as they continued to climb at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the two F-14Ds of the "Red Boar" fighter squadron with bright red tails were staggered with their colleagues who had returned from retreat a few minutes ago, and were now approaching the large group of American fighters that were scuffling at high speed. Major Sean Phelps, who was piloting the F-14D, looked straight ahead with his eyes straight ahead, and from time to time reminded Pearson in the back row to pay attention to the IF alert displayed by the radar, and they were close to the intended theater of operations for this special operation.

Unlike the F-14D that returned to the previous flight, Sean and his wingman both carried four AIM-54C missiles under a wide fuselage, and there were no other plug-ins; Under the direct command of Lieutenant General Mitchell, the two "Super Cats" will go to the Caucasus airspace in the north this time and use "special weapons" to solve the threat of Russia's number one ace once and for all.

"Eagle-One, Eagle-Nine, prepare to engage the enemy, expect to release the 'torch' in a minute!"

Hearing the specific order containing the "torch", the two pilots of the "Red Boar" squadron were in their hearts, but they did not hesitate much about the operation in their hands.

Piloting the heavy F-14D "Tomcat" fighter through the clear sky, maintaining a flight altitude of 11,000 meters, the "Tomcat" with the rear burner turned on is still further accelerating, overcoming the resistance brought by the huge and heavy Immortal Bird missiles on the pylons to carry out supersonic raid operations.

Manipulating the fighter in a straight line to the target interception airspace, Major Sean could feel his heartbeat accelerating.

On the monitor in front of him, Captain Gleason, who was in charge of radar control in the back row, had changed the downward-looking scan mode, and after filtering out the ground clutter, they could clearly see the battle situation in the sky; After receiving the command center's second instruction to "clear the airspace," the Air Force's interceptor fighters were already scattering and fleeing, and now the interception target that was still directly ahead of the radar and at a distance of about 90 kilometers was the terrible Russians they were trying to intercept.

But...... They need to get a little closer.

Before setting off on the mission, Sean and the others had already worked with the engineers to conduct a detailed analysis of the target they were going to encounter, comprehensively considering the maneuverability of the "Flanker" and the habitual combat methods of the "Caucasian Reaper", and drawing the attack envelope of the AIM-54C "Immortal Bird" missile against this target.

Guided by this analysis, they were constructed to launch missiles downwards at a distance of 80 kilometers from the target, at an altitude of 11,000 kilometers, and immediately disengaged after providing continuous irradiated guidance for about 30 seconds; As for the follow-up attack process, we can only hope for the AIM-54C missile's active radar seeker and the maneuvering tracking capability of the missile itself.

Approach at high speed, lock on to the target, launch and continuously provide irradiation, then turn and disengage.

It's a simple battle process, isn't it?

But Major Sean's nervousness was not here, or rather, what made him most uneasy now was not the "Caucasian Reaper" facing him at an altitude of 6,000 meters, but the AIM-54C "Immortal Bird" missiles mounted under the body of himself and his wingman.

Just below the F-14D fuselage flying north, in front of the four symmetrical semi-buried pylons near the center line, the mounted AIM-54C is not a high-explosive prefabricated fragmentation warhead weighing 61 kilograms, but a tactical nuclear warhead with a yield of 2,000 tons.

……

Just two days ago, in the elegantly decorated captain's office, Major Sean and his partner learned from Vice Admiral Mitchell that the chances of the "Red Boar" in the next interception operation with the Air Force were not in their hard fighting, but in carrying out a dangerous tactical interception mission:

Use the AIM-54C with a nuclear warhead to completely destroy the "Caucasian Reaper" at long distances.

Seeing the shocked expressions of the two subordinates, the vice admiral explained to them as usual, and after explaining that this was not an unauthorized action, but had the approval and acquiescence of the navy's top brass, he bluntly explained that the plan was completely out of his personal imagination.

Of course, this covert operation itself was carried out as part of a complete interception operation carried out by the Navy in conjunction with the Air Force; After the Air Force's fighter interception failed (the lieutenant general pessimistically believed that this was simply certain), the Navy sent fighters to launch missiles to intercept it. Mitchell's change to this plan was to get a nuclear-bomb AIM-54C from an air base in Nevada, which he intended to use to show power to the Russians and ...... Of course, you don't need to sue the lads in front of you for other reasons, do you?

As the executors of this operation, the two of them were told by Lieutenant General Mitchell to keep it strictly secret, and not even their own radar operators; Out of the duty of a soldier to obey orders, Major Sean accepted the arrangement with doubt, but he always felt that it was a complete risk.

That is, he wants to drive a fighter plane close to the opponent and bomb that Russian ace with a nuclear bomb, right?