With Long Yun's narration, the faces of many of the pilots present gradually became solemn.

They probably thought that since Viktor Rezenov could only get away with his whole body in the face of "Shark" and was not able to take out that guy, could the others not be his opponents at all?

Fearing that it was not ordinary people who stood before them now, but the number one trump card of the Soviet Air Force, and out of complete trust and respect, no one present immediately voiced such doubts; However, the subtle changes that slowly diffuse in the hangar can't escape Long Yun's observation and inadvertent snooping:

"Hey, I've said all that, you're going to think this guy is awesome and hard to deal with, aren't you?"

"Hey...... Uh, Victor, probably. ”

Seeing Kamenev, who was sitting in the front row, laughing, and expressing his inner thoughts on behalf of everyone, Long Yun nodded to him knowingly:

"Well, I guess that's the case. Yes, boys, since we are discussing tactical tactics, we can't avoid reality, the F-15S/MTD is indeed very maneuverable, and the 'shark' inside is also the top ace of the US Air Force. But then again, the so-called 'trump card' does not mean invincible, or inescapable; Although the 'Agile Eagle' is no ordinary fighter, and the fighting performance of this aircraft is outstanding, it is not impossible to avoid being attacked by it, and even wait for the opportunity to launch a counterattack. ”

Facing the expectant gaze of his comrades-in-arms, Long Yun cleared his throat and continued:

"First of all, I think you should be able to think of it. The F-15S / MTD is relative to the prototype F-15. There is no substantial improvement in over-the-horizon combat capabilities. In other words, before it actually goes into visual contact, it's nothing more than an F-15C.

And what about after entering visual contact?

At this time, the threat we face is naturally very serious, but remember my words, lads: the fighter plane itself cannot kill people, the pilot can only do it with guò aerial guns or missiles. In other words, I think you should be able to think that if you have mastered the method of evading the strafing of the "Sidewinder" missiles and aerial artillery, you can successfully evade the attack of the "shark." ”

……

Ended the impromptu meeting in the hangar. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when I returned to the dormitory.

Long Yun, who had been busy all day, felt tired when he was idle at this time, and he didn't want to get up again when he lay down on the bed; As for Valentina, who had served him for dinner, and now had finished all her "housework", she walked lightly to the edge of the bed and sat down, and looked at Victor on the bed with some pity.

In the last week or so, after spending some time with the Red Air Force's number one ace, Valentina feels that today's Victor is a little absent-minded and seems to be extraordinarily preoccupied. However, as a KGB agent and knowing some psychological knowledge, she knew that this was not the right time to ask casually; Not to mention that as an intelligence agent, she was also a complete amateur in air combat and the like. I guess even if I asked him, I didn't know what he was bothered about.

Come to think of it. As usual nights, Valentina got up and straightened out the bed, changed into a fluffy light gray dressing gown, and then approached softly and asked the "lover" who was lying on the bed and thinking about something:

"Victor, you're tired today, I'd better give you a massage and relax, okay?"

"Uh...... All right. ”

Since returning to the dormitory, lying on his stomach on the bed in a "big" shape to catch his breath, Long Yun did feel very tired today, not only because of the two consecutive fighter plane sorties, but also because it seemed to be related to the failure of consciousness infiltration in the morning?

Feeling sour and astringent, he had no strength, and he was still thinking of using the time, trying to think about a lot of puzzles in his mind, but no matter how he analyzed and speculated, the dark fog in front of him never showed any signs of dissipating. Now, when he heard Valentina's mention and shirked because he was embarrassed, he replied vaguely, "Today is true...... It seems to be a little too tired. ”

"Naturally, I don't see anyone in the group like you, who attack for nearly eight hours a day."

While talking, Valentina climbed into bed quite easily, separated her two long legs and rode on Victor's waist, she reached out from the back of the man's muscular neck, kneading and tapping back and forth quite neatly, while chatting with the "lover" under her:

"If it's a normal job, eight hours a day is okay; But this is a war, I always think that you are working too hard, don't exhaust yourself! - Of course, I'm not advising you to go out on missions less, but after all, people have their own limits. ”

"Oh, yes; But that's the case right now, and I can't rest yet. ”

Hearing Valentina's words, Long Yun knew very well that this girl was thinking about him, and the snooping of consciousness just now also let him know that this woman was careful and considerate, so he squinted his eyes quite comfortably and felt the soreness coming from his neck. Speaking of the so-called "rest", this thing is okay for him, after all, unlike the others in the group, he not only has such a considerate "lover" to take care of at any time, if he is too tired, he can also return to the real world to make up for sleep completely.

Oh, that doesn't seem like that?

Even in the real world, it is difficult to go on a mission to the war-torn Middle East soon, let alone rest, or even ensure safety......

Of course, continuous combat is tiring, but it can be regarded as a lot of gain; After a whole day of fierce battles, counting and killing double-digit NATO fighters, now he doesn't have the time and heart to calculate the battle results, this kind of thing is left to the army system and propaganda department to worry about!

After relaxing his neck for a while, following Valentina's gestures, Long Yun turned over on the bed and asked the girl to massage her shoulders and arms; Maintaining the posture of lying flat on the bed, seeing that the "lover" who was riding on his body was slightly red and panting, a snow-white thigh was exposed between the hems of the clothes, and a layer of fine beads of sweat was pouring out of the tip of his nose, he only felt that this face was extremely embarrassing, so he subconsciously turned to another topic:

"Valya, what exactly is your KGB department responsible for?"

"Me? Kindness...... This problem,"

Hearing Long Yun's question, Valentina blinked playfully and tilted her head to think for a moment, "It's mainly about specific target protection and counter-espionage work within the intelligence system, but in fact, any type of work will be involved." Actually, I said Victor, aren't you also working for the committee now? If you were asked to tell me what aspect of your department was responsible for, would you be able to explain it in a few words? ”

"Oh, that's true, I can't really tell."

Lying on his back on the bed and nodding, Long Yun was grinning because he was pinched to the sore place just now, but now he felt that what Valentina said was very reasonable: although intelligence officers have a main business, they are basically generalists, and they will encounter any kind of situation in the complicated work background, so naturally there is no too specific division of labor.

Probably determined this, he first pursed his lips and thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth thoughtfully:

"In that case, I have something I want to ask you for, to help me find a friend I haven't seen for a while, which is equivalent to losing contact, I don't know if it's convenient?"

"Friends? …… Is that a beautiful little girl? ”

Hearing Long Yun's abrupt question, Valentina was probably in a good mood, only to see her staring at the man below her with bright gray-black eyes, and her tone was a little narrow, "I said before that the battle was too hard and I was tired and couldn't take care of anything, why do I think about finding an old lover now?" ”

"No, no, -- where is it?"

Hearing Valentina's banter, Long Yun suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, but he also found that this beautiful woman didn't directly refuse, so what does it mean to be able to help with this? So he cleared his throat and lied with metaphors, in short, he made up a trumped story about his friends on a trip, telling her that this person was named "Vladimir Antonovich Putin", and explained his age, appearance and other characteristics in detail.

Of course, that's all he can reveal now, for Su Xue's father's previous position, he thought about it and felt that it was better not to talk about it for the time being.

The reason for this consideration is that if Vladimir Pugin in the parallel world is really a KGB agent, then logically it is impossible for him to confide his identity to others casually, so it is more reasonable for him, as an "ordinary friend of several faces", to pretend that he does not know about it.

After listening to Long Yun's narration, he probably thought it was a good thing to be able to help him, and Valentina took the exam quite seriously, and then simply gathered up his youthful clothes, climbed out of bed and went to find a pen and paper to draw a sketch.

After sketching on the paper and blowing off some eraser scraps, she handed the paper to Long Yun:

"The young man you're looking for, does he probably look like this?"

"Oh, I'll look at ......"

At the first glance of the drawing paper, Long Yun didn't think that this sketch was exactly the same as Su Xue's father, he had seen the life photos of this prospective father-in-law at home before, and he felt that Valentina's painting was quite similar, but there were still many differences in the details.

But when he looked at it for a few more seconds, he suddenly realized that the girl's painting of Vladimir Pugin was not a middle-aged man in his forties, but a young man in his early twenties, and suddenly he felt that the painting was really very similar; It was almost like a young portrait reconstructed from his old appearance and modeled with a computer, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really found it hard to believe that it was a hand-drawn sketch:

"Well...... That's right, that's right! - Valya, your painting is so similar, it's a professional standard!

It's amazing, hehe~" (To be continued......)