Tonight's night, if there is no wind and sand at all, maybe it will be a little quieter.

In the war-torn heart of Syria, sitting on a viewing platform with an exposed target and watching the night view, wearing a piercing white robe, Abdul Rahman is actually very concerned about his own safety: the seemingly unobstructed covered terrace is completely covered by heavy bulletproof glass on all sides, and in the absence of a bright light source in the observation deck, at first glance it really looks like an ordinary balcony without obstruction.

A hearty dinner on a picturesque viewing platform was certainly a pleasant experience, but at this moment, Abdul Rahman was not in a happy mood at all, his attention was focused on the unfavorable situation coming from the front and the man sitting not far from the platform.

Harrif, whose surname is unknown, is the core staff of the Liberal Party leader, who is sitting leisurely on a cushion at this time, and the food in front of him has been eaten; After eating a meal comfortably, unlike Abdul Rahman, who was full of worries, the man always seemed to sit calmly as if he was out of the way, and there was no expression on his bearded face, and a pair of eyes looking out the window at the night scene of the mountain, carefully distinguished, and could faintly detect a trace of cold indifference.

After a short time, after eating dinner listlessly, he waved his hand to change his hand to put away the cups and plates on the table, and the preoccupied Liberal Party leader got up from the cushion and slowly wandered along the slightly reflective glass curtain wall, looking at the rolling city vista for a while, before a sentence suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Harif, I don't seem to be worried about the situation at all."

"Yes; Mr. Rahman. ”

One question and one answer. Didn't get any valuable information. Abdul Rahman. The veteran of power schemes, who had been roaming and dormant in the Middle East political arena for nearly a decade, had nothing to do in front of this mediocre-looking man, walked back and forth on the floor barefoot a few times, and the pressure that the leader had accumulated for a long time suddenly exploded:

"But I'm worried, Harif!

Our Air Force Commander, Hassan Khaled, came to me to tell me that just in the last few days, the highly-anticipated 'Ghost' fleet has lost more than twenty warplanes, but you promised you. The advanced fighters supplied by the Americans are invincible! And that's not the most troublesome thing, now that the Security Council has taken note of our military movements, they are discussing countermeasures behind closed doors, and they may soon use force against us, which is not the same as my own grand blueprint, not at all!

Ah, right now, the aircraft carriers of the major powers have stopped on the doorstep of the Liberals, and the bombs are going to fall on you and me - you know. What the Iraqi president said on the phone, 'Why provoke the Security Council. Are you a stubborn donkey, Abdul? This—this is a great insult to me!

I hope you know this, Khalif, Abdul Rahman is a man of great ambitions, and he came here from Haifa to do something brilliant, not to play a game of war with a superpower that has no chance of winning! You-"

"What are you worried about, Mr. Rahman?"

“――”

"Let's talk about it openly, shall we? Abdul Rahman, who was close to him, "replied unceremoniously, not at all regarding the formidable leader as a high-ranking man, and the al-Harif shook his robe, and looked at the white-robed man with a look of astonishment and bewilderment:

"Hassan Jihad's report, what he said, I had anticipated a few days ago. Mr. Rahman, speaking of our plans—"

"-My plan!"

"Oh, well!

When it comes to your plans, you will not be naïve enough to think that the League of Arab States will sit idly by and watch us develop our ambition to build a unified Arab empire, and cede control of the Middle Eastern countries, right? In the battle a few days ago, I myself participated in the observation of the plane, and it was the weak pilots of the 'Ghost' fleet that should really be criticized, and their strength was so weak that I was ashamed of it.

With regard to the selection and training of the troops, I think this is what your Air Force Commander should really care about, Mr. Rahman, you will not ask me to take charge of everything and take full charge of the affairs of the Liberal Air Force? ”

"No, I don't have such a vision!

Now my primary concern, you should be well aware—"

"--Of course."

As soon as he raised his hand to stop Abdul Rahman's hurried words, the emotion seemed to be "one qiē is under control", and in the spacious space of the warm terrace, Khalif gently slapped his hands, and the expression of love was very different from the leader next to him:

"It is an unrealistic fantasy to expect to accomplish great things without encountering any difficulties and obstacles.

Since these countries want to interfere from it, that's good! Mr. Rahman, I tell you what to do: buy our soldiers some time, give me full powers to represent the Liberal regime, put the military in order, and then launch a decisive offensive to wipe the Damascus regime off the face of the earth! ”

"Thoroughly, completely erased ......?"

Ever since he met Khalif and trusted him for unknown reasons, the thoughtful Abdul Rahman was suspicious of him and felt that he had put him too far in his hands.

I am not from a military background, but I have a considerable understanding of military struggle, in the face of the superpower's aircraft carrier battle group, and the Arab League of Nations to prepare for the battle, not only Abdul Rahman himself, anyone will know how difficult it must be to fight so many fierce enemies in arms, but the Khalif in front of him, he is a little indifferent to this, where does this inexplicable self-confidence come from?

Could it be the huge fighter plane of unknown origin that I had seen before? Where the hell did Harif get such a thing?

"Yes, Mr. Rahman."

Facing the questioning gaze of the Liberal Party leader, with no emotion in his voice as usual, Harif, who stood with his hands behind his back by the bulletproof glass curtain wall, said his answer in an unquestionable tone:

"Time, what I need is time; Just give me time, and I can fight any powerful enemy. ”

……

The night was dark, the dust was everywhere, and the war-torn Middle East fell silent for a while.

Compared with the mysterious development of the current situation on the vast land, the situation that the combatants who are really on the front line have to face is very simple, and the things to consider are not as complicated as those of politicians who look ahead and look ahead. Among them was the NATA pilots who had just returned to Fort Scharqat.

Having just completed a battlefield escape adventure, the exhaustion accumulated over the past few days completely exploded, and Long Yun, who returned to the humble camp that afternoon, began to fall asleep, and did not even wake up to eat dinner. With no new combat missions and no air raid sirens to distract, the burned-out young man was immersed in a constant stream of dreams, and the mysteries to be solved in his mind were temporarily blocked from sight by the subconscious.

Before I knew it, the first rays of the morning sun in Moscow were shining obliquely into the dacha, and today was the day to set off for a long journey.

As the sun rose, about a few hours later, in the heart of Soviet Central Asia with clear skies and good weather, an IL-76 transport plane with a silver-gray fuselage and a red five-pointed star painted on the wing was passing over the city of Aralsk, and the people in the cockpit were in civilian clothes and chatting briefly with the crew members.

On the back side of the smoothly flying IL-76 transport plane, there were two twin-engine heavy fighters with blue and white gradient camouflage flying all the way, and the pylons were full of sharp milky missiles, and the escort planes from the VVS were guarding against any possible threat, whether from the ground or from the air.

Leaving Moscow in the morning, the formation of three fighters headed all the way to the east, and just looking at this scene, probably everyone would think that Comrade Viktor Rezenov was sitting in the IL-76 transport plane escorted by fighters, either in the cockpit or in the pressurized cargo compartment.

However, unlike most people in the fleet, even the pilot of one of the accompanying Su-27S fighters did not expect that the lieutenant general of the aviation who was going to escort them to the small city of Kalsack in Central Asia did not take a transport plane, but personally piloted another Sukhoi fighter plane loaded with missiles, making the appearance of escorting the IL-76 and following the flight:

"Call 'Ufa', call 'Ufa', please confirm the route clearance, it is expected to reach the standard in four minutes, and it will be completed."

"Call 'Snow Sculpture', this is the 'Ufa Ground Guidance Station', confirm the clear space, observe the route without abnormality, and arrive at the designated track markingpoint in four minutes, finished."

"'Snow Sculpture' received, --done."

The young man in the cockpit raised his hand to switch the communication frequency and communicate with the pilot of the other Su-27S, he kept his tone as concise as possible, but when he set off from the airport, the two did not see each other at all, and the distance between the two fighters was always hundreds of meters, but he was not worried about being recognized by his comrades who accompanied him.

Playing a trick in the sky, such an arrangement is naturally the work of the scheming KGB, but Long Yun himself also approves of this arrangement.

Unknowingly, he left the "birch forest recuperation area" early in the morning to go to a military airport in the southern suburbs of Moscow, and on the way Long Yun learned about the latest arrangements of the committee, and the agents did not plan to let him take a small civil airliner to Central Asia, which would not only lack security, but also transfer to other means of transportation. (To be continued......)