Just take a look at Afghanistan to know that this war, even if it is fought by polar bears, it is impossible to do it as beautifully as them!

Since then, perhaps it is precisely because of such absolute self-confidence that when the war between the East and the West is burning and the great war is flaring, Bakshir Clark will be confidently ordered to go on the expedition, wanting to make a big difference in the southern weakness of the Russians, and it is best to hit the city named after the evil tyrant in one go; However, with a full ideal, he was knocked out by the angularity of reality, and now facing a catastrophic collapse across the board, Clark took a deep puff of his pipe and let the spicy taste roll in his throat, and he really didn't have the confidence to face it now.

The battle report in front of me, looking through the smoke and smoke, seemed to be soaked in blood for every word.

In less than 20 hours after the start of the war, the cumulative loss of more than 110 fighters, equivalent to the air power of all the fighter personnel of a medium-sized country, was wiped out in an instant, and this was simply a complete nightmare!

These Russians, the dangerous people of the evil empire, what kind of magic have they used, could it be that they have sold their souls to the devil?

Belch...... Speaking of which, sold to the "devil......

Unleashed by the rambling thoughts, the thought of the "devil" once again pricked Clark's nerves, and he remembered the elusive "Caucasian Grim Reaper", the Russian madman who let himself break out in a cold sweat and thunder in the combat command room. Yes, I call him "the devil" today, but no matter how you think about it now, this guy is a hundred times more terrifying than any demon.

"Nope! Compared to 'Butcher of Warplanes'. I'd rather face demons! ……”

Previous conversations with Air Force fighters. Words that send chills down my neck come to mind. Fleeing in fear, Clark suddenly shuddered and the pipe in his hand fell heavily to the ground. Leaning over and picking up a pipe from the ground, he slowly raised his head, glanced left and right with his bloodshot light-colored pupils, and said the first words after his consciousness returned to reality in front of all those present, who were silent in fear.

"Who's going to explain to me, Russians, what the hell are they up to?"

"Uh...... General, Your Excellency,"

Meet the falcon-like gaze of Buckhill Clarke. The intelligence officer at the table swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied with a very weak mouth, "We got the latest technical analysis report ten minutes ago, well...... Although this is only speculation and no conclusive evidence has yet been found, combined with the intelligence analysis submitted by the Secret Service, we have reason to believe—"

"—Conclusion, Lieutenant Colonel; I want a conclusion, do you understand the conclusion? ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled out the shiny Beretta pistol from his waist, and pressed the gun to the table with his palm. The general's tone became more and more calm, but the pressure increased sharply:

"Don't be nervous, gentlemen; Russian tanks have not yet entered Ankara. But I really hope that you can do things a little more quickly. ”

"Yes—yes! Your Excellency, General,"

Shocked by Clark's invisible majesty, and not knowing what the general was doing with his gun, the pale-faced intelligence officer hurriedly made a long story short, and it turned out that his Rory rambling could be replaced by one sentence: "We think that the Russians must have used some new missile; Maybe it's the ARH (Active_Radar_Homing, active radar guidance) type, or maybe it's other types, in short, its lethality is quite considerable, and its appearance is very abrupt, so that our army will be caught off guard for a while. ”

After saying this, seeing that the general had no special reaction, the intelligence officer turned his head slightly, and his eyebrows slightly raised his eyes at the technical officer in regular clothes next to the table, the latter probably wanted to speak all the time, but was too afraid to interject, so he sat up straight and raised his hand:

"General, the analysis of the intelligence services, I personally think it makes sense. -- Well, I spoke with the returning Air Force boys this evening, and from the accounts we have gathered, we now have a high degree of suspicion that the Russians were using some kind of 'passive radar-guided weapon'; ”

“…… Oh? ”

Unlike the tragic battle report, hearing that the technical department had a conclusion so quickly, although he didn't know whether it was reliable or not, Clark's mood improved slightly, and he tilted his head thoughtfully to look at the technical officer:

"It's not advanced, is it; Whatever the reason for your remarks, I'm interested now as to when the countermeasures will be available. ”

"Well, that's ...... At the moment, we only have some preliminary analysis, because the Russians have not yet obtained the actual missile weapons, and it is quite difficult to formulate countermeasures immediately. However, according to the preliminary analysis conclusions, if the enemy really uses the 'passive radar guidance weapon,' that is, the radar of the tracking fighter to carry out the attack, the combat staff department has put forward a general idea, believing that it can formulate a series of corresponding evasion tactics and conduct comprehensive exercises with the front-line troops, so as to increase the success rate of countering the Russian fighters.

I was involved in the technical analysis and formulation of these ideas, and it only took about four weeks to—"

"-Four weeks?!"

Just now, I had the patience to listen to the officer say such a big thing, but Buckhill Clark's anger was ignited by a completely outrageous time node, he raised his hand to slap the table, but he still barely suppressed the impulse, "Are you telling a bad joke, Major?" 'Four weeks', what does four weeks mean, grandpa's catalpa, I can't even wait for four days now! ”

“……”

In the face of the roaring general, he also felt that this time was a bit long, and the technical officer cowered in his seat with an exaggerated expression, and then another alarm sounded in the command headquarters, although it was not the same as the screaming siren in the city, but everyone present was still a little upset.

After so many years of wearing military uniforms, the soldiers of the United States never imagined that one day they would be in an underground command post, listening to the ringing air raid sirens and holding combat meetings.

With super military strength to firmly control air power, it has always been a large army to press the border, block the sky, and send hordes of warplanes to drop bombs on the enemy's heads, and now they have such a personal experience, including General Clark, a cadre of air force personnel feel a little strange, is this a kind of irony for them?

In the midst of the not loud, but really piercing siren, Clark put down his pipe, took a few long breaths that seemed to be deprived of oxygen, and his tone was a little hoarse:

"'Four weeks,' no, and 'four days,' I'm afraid not.

Major, you and your men had better come up with a plan at once: the United States does not now need a well-crafted and perfect plan, but a course of action, an operational prospect, or rather, a hope that will restore confidence.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Major? ”

……

The sun was setting, it was rising again, and it was another day of war.

After a night of sleepless nights for many people, until the sun shines on the stretches of Asia Minor, the NATO coalition forces that have been attacked by night are still being beaten everywhere on the front lines, and they are still struggling to survive in the brief interval between the baptism of blood and fire.

However, unlike the situation of bullets and bullets on the front line, in the Stavropol Air Base, where the autumn is crisp and the clouds are light and breezy, Long Yun, who had slept lazily, woke up in a daze, and did not see the direct sunlight coming in from the window.

On the second day of the "anti-radiation operation," the rhythm of the battle was completely different from the previous tense and fierce battle, and he slept in the barracks until nine o'clock in the morning, and he did not hear the battle siren, let alone call him out.

Getting up and getting dressed and washing his face, Long Yun was still thinking when he looked in the mirror, could it be that yesterday's strategic counteroffensive was too smooth, the Americans have now been knocked to the ground by a stick, unable to move, and even with the 237 fighter aviation regiment, there is no combat mission, as long as you choose the time of sortie? If this is the case, and it proves that the battle situation on the front line is smooth, then the place where the most intense fighting is now should be the Transcaucasian border of the Soviet Union, and it is estimated that the exhausted NATO coalition forces have no intention of infiltrating air strikes into the north.

Traveling to a parallel world in the middle of the night, he was very concerned about the battle situation in the Southern Theater, Long Yun hurriedly ate the breakfast that Valentina put on the table, and went to the headquarters of the 237th Regiment, and got the first-hand information faxed by the Southern Theater Command from the communication non-commissioned officer.

As a major general of the VVS Air Force, Long Yun now seems to have become a "foreign officer" of the Southern Theater Command, he stuffed a stack of top-secret materials into a brown paper bag, tucked it under his armpit and returned to his residence, closed the door and carefully studied it for a while, then happily stretched his body on the back chair and stretched his waist happily.

Sure enough, the "anti-radiation operation" was a slap in the face, which really stunned the NATO coalition forces.

The battle in the Caucasus has been fighting for a long time, and the report on the return of the battle situation cannot of course be broadcast in real time, and the statistics may not be accurate, but you can still see an approximate idea between the lines.

From the beginning of the great counteroffensive in the southern theater to the present, only one day has passed, and the "Rostov-on-Don" Front, which is rapidly moving southward, has already arrived at the position where it is scheduled to start the attack, and together with the "Transcaucasia" Front, which has regrouped and served as the vanguard, it has made a deep assault to the south, and has quickly penetrated and annihilated several ground detachments of NATO coalition forces that had been caught off guard in many combat areas.

And that's not even counting the fact that on the rough shores of the Black Sea, the Red Navy landing fleet is ready for battle, ready to cooperate with the airborne forces to carry out a large-scale air-sea integration campaign against Turkey, and to strike another blow in addition to the ground offensive in Asia Minor. (To be continued......)