The light was dim, until night fell, and Ian Fleming on the sofa was still pondering, and a new idea gradually emerged.

The Russian escape, hum, it was actually no big deal. Even if he was locked up, he couldn't seem to get more information from him.

Now, it is conceivable that the Siberians who hijacked "Atlantis" had gone far away and might have completed the landing. This messy thing was simply thrown to the government, and what about himself? Anger is not helpful in solving the problem. Since you can't win the abominable evil empire on the battlefield, your superpowers cannot defeat the Russians - damn, how could this happen? In order to achieve your goal, he has to make another plan, or concentrate on making his last try!

Since the outbreak of the war, the United States of America, this huge war machine has overwhelmed Ian Fleming.

In essence, he was not an excellent military strategist. Facts have proved that the world war he instigated did not make the Western world achieve success. Instead, he shot himself in the foot and gradually became tired of all this. Now, he just wanted to calm down and plan an unprecedented action, use all the remaining power of the United States to ignore all strategic intentions and war plans, and directly help him reach his final destination.

"Roman base", "dead city", a foggy "zero three five three"!

If his speculation is correct, just find the source of everything there, but achieve the goal, no matter how floods behind him are.

...

The shuttle hijacking incident continued to ferment, and the chaos in the parallel world was full of chaos, and Long Yun knew nothing about it for the time being.

The dream ended, and early the next morning, the "Base 503" gradually bathed in the peaceful morning light, got up and washed up, and after breakfast, Long Yun and another young officer walked into the combat preparation room of the Myitkyina base, where they wore their clothes with the MAF pilot to make necessary preparations for the launch.

Two sets of dual-machines, one in front and one after another, completed different collaborative subjects respectively, and the arrangements for the morning were roughly like this.

In theory, the flight exchange activities with the Myanmar Air Force are not only uninterested, but also the PLA Air Force, whose equipment level and training level are far superior to that of the MAF, should have little interest. However, technical considerations are the same. In peacetime, the military's mission is not just about preparing for wars, preparing for wars, and carrying out some coordinated communication with friendly forces, or, to some extent, it is to play the original effect of "bloody politics".

In addition, there are also people who are curious about the J-11B of the Myanmar Air Force, which has fully replaced the fourth-generation aircraft, and even the PLAAF of the attack aircraft.

At around 8 a.m., all flight preparations were made. After signing and confirming by the base owner and doctor, the young man in a bloated flight suit and helmet walked towards the apron and climbed the cockpit of "Lithoon" with a red boarding ladder. He closed the hatch cover and blocked the slightly humid air. While waiting for the fighter subsystems to complete self-testing, he contacted the No. 1209 not far away through the onboard radio.

"Dongjiu, Dongjiu, here is Dongjiu. Confirm that the communication link is normal and it is finished."

"Dongjiu received it, - the link confirmation is normal, it's finished."

"Dongqi has been received, it's finished."

The brief conversation, like in China, Long Yun communicated with the Burmese pilot in Mandarin, while the other party responded in Chinese with a strong accent. This tone was a little different from the local dialects he had heard, which made the young man a little smile. While using a multi-functional display screen to confirm the mounting of the landline, he figured out the tone characteristics of the Burmese locals, and prepared to imitate them as much as possible after they were launched.

As a friendly neighbor of China, the Myanmar Air Force's tactical calls, combat regulations, etc. are basically completed in Chinese, which provides convenience to Long Yun and his group. Even if the plane takes off and is monitored by others, there is no need to worry about being able to see through their identities all at once.

The fighter's self-test passed, and the tower immediately confirmed a command. At about 1:9 o'clock in the morning, several twin-engine heavy fighter jets painted in gray gradient camouflage glided to the end of the runway, and roared into the blue sky one after another.

After taking off, according to the mission plan, Longyun's two aircraft quickly separated from another group of J-11Bs and flew towards the pre-demarcated airspace.

Today's series of subject arrangements are limited by the nature and scale of communication. PLAAF and MAF pilots only need to complete formation flights and follow some basic actions of flight and typical wingman tactics. These tasks are quite easy for a novice, and Long Yun is even more troublesome. He steadily controls the fighter to climb and level up, and flies on the right rear side of the Red Zero 9 J-11B as the tycoon, and the airspeed is controlled at about 600 kilometers.

Take off from the "503 Base" and fly along a northwest track. As the range continues to accumulate, the electronic map of the down view monitor is also changing slowly. While flying, Long Yun easily glances at RWR and navigation messages from time to time to find the long-lost flight feeling.

The real guy took off. In fact, he hadn't touched the joystick for a long time in the real world. In the parallel world, he drove the F-22A "Raptor" once. However, compared with the joysticks on both sides of the latter, perhaps there was a hint of traditional habit in his consciousness. Long Yun still prefers the arrangement of the center joystick. Seeing that the time has come, he pays attention to the long maneuver movement. The two huge "diphoons" press the slope almost at the same time, and the relative position after the modification has almost not changed at all.

There is no problem with flat flight and horizontal turn. Next, the two J-11Bs carried out several coordinated actions, and the process was mediocre, and it seemed that this morning would pass by leisurely.

At this moment, it seemed as if to adjust the monotonous flight a little, RWR suddenly issued an alarm, and soon fell silent.

The movement of the radar alarm instrument flashed away a few times. When it was placed on ordinary pilots, it would probably be attributed to the various electromagnetic signals everywhere in the near-Earth environment, but Long Yun didn't think so.

From the launch to the present, along the way, the J-11B's RWR lamp disk frequently prompted the source of irradiation, but it was basically a transient signal of "S-air-to-air alert radar", "C-meteorological radar" or "unknown nature, no data to check". These prompts are common in every flight, but just now, I keenly caught the direction of the lamp disk. The young man pressed the display screen on the left side of the instrument panel a few times and raised the waveform that had just been intercepted and looked at it a few times.

Intermittent, there is no rule in PRF. This signal is often eliminated during the clutter filtering. So, is it indeed an unknown noise in the clear sky?

No, it doesn’t look like it. When Long Yun thought of the training content he received at "Hidden Dragon", he became alert.
Chapter completed!