yes, what other conclusions can be made?

I don't know what order the second batch of F-14Ds that took off on the "Carl Vinson" at that time was received, and it fell short at the critical moment when it approached the Russians, allowing "Crazy Ivan" to seize the flaws of the Air Force fighters to evade and escape calmly; This kind of incident in which the navy and air force are fighting each other will not yield any results even if they are investigated after the fact.

After this war, NATO's next painful experience will probably be a long period of "how painful it is".

After experiencing unbearable and terrible battle losses, the command can only give repeated orders for the time being, and all units of the Air Force must strictly implement the "no engagement" order and avoid any visual contact with the "Caucasian Reaper."

In this way, in the war report archived by NATO's Central Command, after "Crazy Ivan" and "Butcher of Fighters", the NATO pilots recognized the battlefield nickname given to Viktor Rezenov for the third time, and recorded him as "the Grim Reaper of the Caucasus" for the first time in the official document.

This title, maybe he won't last long.

However, whether it is the "butcher" or the "Grim Reaper", Long Yun, who is out of battle, can't care about anything at this time; Piloting the Red Seventeen through the sky reflected in the setting sun, he was already a little exhausted after experiencing a decisive battle, and his vision became a little blurred with the shaking of the fighter plane.

Piloting the fighter plane out of battle, cautiously maintaining the cruising speed to return home, and carefully going to fight the turbulence, Long Yun depleted the last trace of fuel of the fighter before he narrowly landed the Red Seventeen at the 237th Regiment station in Stavropol, which was regarded as not repeating the previous mistake of falling into the mine in a forced landing. Unlike the last time, Long Yun, who climbed off the plane, only felt that the world was spinning and dizzy, and he was really scared in his heart; If he had fallen into the pit like he had done last time, he would have crashed the plane into the rock wall in his current state, and it would probably have been a crash.

From the regimental headquarters, it was known that their number one ace had experienced an unprecedentedly fierce battle today, and the pilots and ground crews were waiting on the ground, and they ran quickly to gather around and greet Long Yun who climbed down the boarding ladder:

"Victor, Victor! ――Are you alright? ”

Standing on the hard runway, Long Yun saw the ZIL-131 fire truck with sirens whistling and flashing lights rushing towards him, could it be that his landline was still on fire?

Looking back at the Red No. 17, which had been born and died together, he realized that the feeling of being shot in the air battle just now was not false, but real: on the fuselage that can be seen now, there are several traces embedded with fragments of the missile warhead or blown up by aircraft artillery shells, and there are two holes in the vertical tail that have been hit by shells, one large and one small, and the radome on the top is damaged. Not only that, but the right engine, which had not worked normally before, also began to emit wisps of white smoke from the upper cover of the cabin at this time, but there was obviously no danger of fire and explosion; After such a fierce battle, he was only injured and was able to fly back safely, to be honest, Long Yun really felt that this was a miracle.

Standing in place for a while, seeing Kirilenko and the others driving the battery car in the distance, Long Yun knew that they would not expose the fighter plane to his comrades for too long, so as not to reveal the secret of interfering with the pod, so he beckoned to him, gestured for them to cooperate with the fire truck to spray foam, and then dragged the injured Red Seventeen back to the hangar for disposal.

He couldn't help but continue to think about when the fighter plane would be repaired, and the military medical officer who arrived took Long Yun from the support of his comrades, helped the exhausted ace lieutenant colonel to the stretcher, and then carried him all the way to the infirmary.

Feeling the rhythmic turbulence of his body, Long Yun raised his eyes and found that he was being carried away by two pilot comrades, and felt that these people were making a bit of a fuss: he was just playing too hard and playing too hard now, and it should be good to go back and sleep. But at this time, he couldn't say more, after being carried into the infirmary, he was measuring blood pressure and looking at an electrocardiogram, and he couldn't help but put on a hanging bottle to replenish electrolytes, Long Yun thought to himself that this time he was really being treated as a sick number - but after fighting in the sky for almost three hours, now the place he wants to go most is the toilet, not lying here to hang the bottle!

was helped to go to the bathroom, and Long Yun, who came back and lay on the bed, heard his comrades still talking at the door, and the voice of the little man Korolev was most familiar to him, at this time they were discussing the problem in a whisper, how many planes did their idol Viktor shoot down this time?

"The report received by the regiment is seven, and it should be more than that."

"- Surely more than that, didn't you see that all the missiles on the 17th were gone?" This is Kamenev's voice, he just returned safely from Tbilisi two days ago, but the plane was scrapped because of a forced landing, "How many missiles did Viktor bring today, all R-73?" ”

"In that case, there will be at least eight; The Yankees had never dispatched so many fighters at one time before, and the airspace of less than ten kilometers was too dense! ”

"- Shhhh The lieutenant colonel needs to rest now, so you guys might as well go out and talk. ”

At the urging of the doctor on duty, the crowd gathered at the door of the infirmary was reluctant, but had to leave temporarily.

As the sound of conversation and deliberately light footsteps faded away, Long Yun knew that his comrades in the regiment were still discussing his thrilling battle, but now he was really dizzy and couldn't care about thinking about what battle results. If you want to recall today's fierce battle, the real life-and-death fight probably lasted less than twenty minutes, but the weapon control in his hand almost never stopped, until the bullets were exhausted......

In the fierce aerial duel, there was no chance to confirm the results of the battle, how many planes did he shoot down this time, eight, or ten?

Forget it, what do you want to do now?

In short, he did repel the enemy, or rather, the enemy himself chose to retreat, and that was enough. Before falling into a deep dream, Long Yun's only remaining lucid consciousness was still active for a moment, and he felt that it should be more likely that "the Americans took the initiative to disengage", otherwise, according to the battle situation at that time, they only needed to hold on for a few more minutes and wait for their fuel and ammunition to run out, they would naturally easily win, so his situation at that time was really dangerous.

But these Yankees, why did they suddenly retreat? At that time, a large number of MiGs were still on the way, and there was no threat in the air......

With a vague replay of the fierce air battle, Long Yun lay on the bed in the infirmary in a daze, and now he just wanted to put all his thoughts away and be able to sleep well and relax completely.

With exhaustion and the ease of repelling enemies, Long Yun soon let out a soft snoring sound on the bed in the infirmary.

Falling asleep and returning to reality, Long Yun does not know and does not realize that after this unprecedented scale of air battle, an epoch-making new record of the Soviet Air Force will be born, and the glorious combat history of the Red Air Force will once again leave a strong mark on Viktor Rezenov, and even turn a new page because of it.