The words of the head of the regiment aroused a strong resonance among all those present.

How can these young men forget how on the night of war, NATO shamelessly launched a sneak attack and bared its ferocious fangs into the vast East; How the huge war plane swept over with a rumbling roar, almost crushing the beautiful land of the allies.

The flames of war burned all over the sky, and they, the air warriors of the Soviet Union, were the sharp knives of the Red Empire; On such a battlefield far from the Motherland, piercing deep into the chest of the beast!

"Victor! Well killed! ”

"Ulla! - Hooray! Long live the Soviets! - Long live Victor! ”

The already crowded regimental headquarters suddenly became more unprecedentedly fanatical; I don't know who took out the red card vodka treasured by the head of the regiment, and the cups were raised one after another, and everyone used such a simple and sincere way to pay tribute to their heroes and bid farewell to this good brother who shared blood.

The affection of comrades-in-arms is inherently strong; Now after the baptism of war, it is naturally extremely difficult to give up!

Vodka is opened, glasses and teapots are filled with spirits, and celebrations of the feats of war are suddenly transformed into informal farewell parties, with people jumping onto the table and singing with heartfelt laughter and tears on their faces.

- Arise, hungry and cold slaves! Arise, all the suffering people of the world!

-- The blood is boiling, and we must fight for the truth!

- The old world is falling, and the slaves are rising!

- Don't say that we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world!

-- There has never been a savior, and it does not depend on the immortal emperor.

-- To create the happiness of mankind, it is up to us! ……

The majestic singing, through the tent, resounded over the base; The air warriors of the 309th Regiment vented their heartfelt emotions with loud singing. There has never been a savior, this is the faith of all Soviets; The history of blood and fire made them deeply understand that to protect the one they cherished, they had to rely on their own hands to fight!

Brushing shoulders with death every day, knowing that it is dangerous but still moving forward, what is the purpose of such birth and death?

It is a deep love for relatives and homeland, and infinite loyalty to the country and nation!

Infected by such feelings, the hustle and bustle filled the huge tent, Long Yun let go of his worries and thoughts, and drank the hot vodka in a big gulp, completely immersing himself in this lively but deep friendship atmosphere.

This kind of intense fighting emotion made him completely infected and his spirits were high, and he unconsciously shouted while drinking, venting his unfinished thoughts after the crazy air battle.

Since crossing into this parallel world, he has never felt the reality of this world from the bottom of his heart like tonight; The burning smoke of war and the heroic red friendship made his heart throb with unprecedented intensity.

I don't know if it's because of the fusion of the two identities, or if it's from the depths of his heart, Long Yun vaguely realized that in this world, he also has a valuable sustenance that he is worth fighting for, doing his best and never backing down. Maybe these are two very different worlds, maybe they are two completely different countries; But that deep attachment and strong feelings for the motherland and the nation, he can fully feel the strong resonance of his own heart.

Keep fighting like that! Take to the skies and make your enemies scared with a higher record.

After drinking too much, Long Yun was already drunk, and his consciousness became a little chaotic.

Just outside the noisy tent, the Red No. 13 MiG-29, which had returned from the battle, seemed to be a loyal mount, lying quietly on the side; Thinking that he would embark on the road to Moscow tomorrow, Long Yun still clearly realized that he might not fly this fighter into the air again in the future.

But what does it matter?

The magnificent dance of death, even once, is so unforgettable.

……

In the middle of the night, in a hospital in a satellite city of Paris, there was a man who still hadn't slept.

In his hand, he held the report of the day's battle; Living in this foreign land, there are still people who send him such things every day, even if it is a minimum of respect for the trump card.

Seeing the gray photocopied handwriting on the white paper, the man's arm trembled slightly; A few pieces of A4 paper, which are as light as a feather, seem to weigh ten thousand pounds in his hands. Although there were only a few words in the above record mentioning his unit, the handwriting describing the downing seemed to be stained with red blood in the man's eyes.

Biting his lips, the man fell weakly and slowly got up to the window. On such a cold night, when France was about to make peace with the enemy, and he was about to be transferred, the few thin pieces of paper that he still held in his hand cut through his heart like an incomparably sharp blade. The kind of distress with severe pain, I don't know whether it is regret or sadness; More often, perhaps, the irrepressible anger......

and deep helplessness.

Erich Rudolph.

At this moment, in his mind, the last scene of that air battle was still replayed.

The terrible Russian, the "butcher of the fighter", launched a counterattack when he was about to be hit, and directly tore his landline into flames; When he jumped into the sky, he still felt a little regretful that he was not able to get out of this peak showdown.

Immersed in the unprecedented and dangerous battle, after landing on the ground, he realized that he was also wounded, and could not rise to the air again for a short time; At such a crumbling moment in Western Europe, he was confined to the hospital, watching his comrades consume precious warplanes and lives in brutal battles.

At this point, Rudolph knew very well in his heart that the European continent was already over.

Next, they had to retreat to Britain and resist the cross-sea attack of the Warsaw Pact under the unified command of the Americans; Who knew that at such a moment, this news came that he was completely unacceptable.

Red thirteen MiGs.

Crazy Ivan.

- The terrible butcher!

The battle report he had just seen pierced his mind like a steel needle again, this guy who crawled out of hell, he actually attacked again today! The glorious 71st Squadron of the 38th Wing of the JG38 Wing was also shot down by him.

The Russian ace who had shot him down with his own hands had now mercilessly destroyed this glorious squadron; Rudolph, who fell into a deep depression, had a gloomy face, and the corners of his mouth were even oozing blood.

Such a great shame is something he can never bear.

Even if he is injured and cannot rise into the air; One day, he vowed to avenge this.