Isn't it?

In this situation, a trump card like Victor Rezenov is needed to defeat the formation.

In the military information notice delivered by the KGB Commissioner, it was shown that in the past month, Americans have gathered heavy troops in Turkey and Iran; the most important thing is that the deployment of aviation forces has increased significantly, and the total number of NATO fighter jets deployed has exceeded 1,400.

Originally, this number was already more than that of the Soviet Union deployed in the Caucasus, and the fighter aviation regiments had more active fighters. Considering the second-generation fighter jets on the Soviet Union, whether it was the G-23 series, Su-11, Su-15, the combat capability was difficult to compete with the American F-15, F-16, while the number of third-generation fighter jets such as G-29 and Su-27 was relatively limited. It can be said that the air pressure on the southern front was quite heavy.

Not to mention, according to reports from intelligence agencies, the US aircraft carrier battle group now sailing in the Mediterranean, one has been determined to be permanently stationed in the eastern Mediterranean to cover the NATO allies on the south side of the Black Sea; the other is about to cross the Strait of Gibraltar and will obviously arrive soon.

The two aircraft carrier battle groups also have air power with more than one hundred third-generation fighter jets. This situation certainly exacerbates their face-to-face combat pressure.

Such thoughts, coupled with the recent continuous high-intensity dispatch, have made Commander Samsonov feel quite suspicious; personally, he really can't see how the Americans' abacus was fighting. The Caucasus, which is covered with mountains and ridges, is clearly an area that is not suitable for large ground forces to fight. Why has it become one of the main fronts for NATO to fight with all its efforts?

Of course, perhaps the industrial goal of capturing a large number of military and industrial targets along the Black Sea coast is their goal, but if they want to get involved in the Soviet Union with this strength, they are too overestimated.

"The Americans are so active in the Caucasus. I'm afraid the superiors want him to shock his opponents and kill the morale of the enemy."

"Oh?--Isn't this number one ace here for a long time?"

"That's not necessarily. Hey! No matter what, I'm very excited about the combat power of this ace."

Isn't it? I've heard of Victor Rezenov's amazing record before, but I didn't expect that the above would call him up so generously; since this Air Force Lieutenant Colonel's driving fan G-29 can achieve a shooting down record of 25 aircraft, it's still just one month after the war started, and many pilots have just entered the state!

Then let him control the stronger su-27, and he will definitely achieve better results?

——Of course, it depends on how well he masters the progress, and whether he can adapt to the tactics and playing styles in their group.

While thinking about this, when Samsonov approached the apron and saw the ace coming from afar, the pilots and pilots who rushed over to watch the fun one after another. They were very curious and enthusiastic about surrounding the ace in the middle, and they asked hello and asked questions very much.

"Hey! Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, tell us your battle story on the Western Front!"

"Now is not the time to tell stories! - Our trump card, when will we tell us the tactics of war?"

"How is Moscow? Are the girls there enthusiastic?..."

Long Yun's head was a little confused now when he was watched by a large group of people, asking questions over and over again, and shaking hands with others.

He really didn't expect that his arrival would trigger such a scene; it was not that his whereabouts were kept confidential, so the people here wouldn't know about his arrival?

Molotov, who was standing aside, found it interesting to see everyone being so enthusiastic about the new lieutenant colonel; when the crowd was about to be quiet, he saw Commander Samsonov coming from a distance, he walked forward a few steps and saluted the military salute, and then shook the commander's outstretched hand.

"Comrade Commander, I have already sent the person, so I'm ready to return!"

The aviation training troops stationed in Moscow, Molotov, who is a flight instructor, has worked with Samsonov before. Of course, the two of them were quite happy to meet.

"I said, did you try to drive the su-27 on the way?"

Seeing that the one who sent Long Yun was indeed a two-seater coaching type, it was actually Samsonov's meaning, so he might first get familiar with this fighter's temperament.

Hearing the leader's words, Molotov raised his eyebrows excitedly:

"It's true! This lieutenant colonel is not simple. I just gave a brief reminder. On the way, he was able to fly the su-27 for supersonic maneuvering flight."

"Oh?" Samsonov was obviously a little surprised. "Is this safe? Are you too reckless and reckless?"

"No, no!"

Shaking his head at the old acquaintance, then looking back at Long Yun who was still in the crowd, Molotov's tone also showed some incredible praise. "If it weren't for the previous combat experience of the Ace, I wouldn't believe that he had never touched Su-27 a day before! But looking at his driving movements, he was more skillful than the young men who had been flying in the training base for two or three months."

Hearing Molotov's explanation, Samsonov nodded in all his thoughts, and then looked at the dragon cloud surrounded by the crowd next to him.

It's indeed the number one ace, is it?

If an ordinary person wants to become a trump card, he may have to rely on hard work and practice, and his mind and courage; but such a super trump card must be accompanied by all other conditions, and must have amazing talents.

While thinking about this, Samsonov said goodbye to Molotov and asked him to wait for the fighter plane to return after the routine inspection, and then walked towards the crowd next to him.

At this time, Long Yun, after a lively greeting, was listening to the person next to him introducing a tall and distinctive pilot with a clear face. He had just learned that the major pilot with dark skin was named Kamenev, who was the number one ace in the regiment.

"Hey! This is Kamenev, and there have been seven shots down!"

"Hello, comrade Lieutenant Colonel."

He shook hands with the trumpet with two beards and Long Yun had a brief conversation. He felt that the serious ace major seemed a little restrained, and his eyes also had a very complicated feeling.

However, at this time, the surroundings were very messy. Seeing a burly soldier who said goodbye to Molotov not far away, Long Yun intuitively realized that the officer with the rank of colonel was the commander here, so he did not have the time to use his consciousness to spy, but looked at the middle-aged man who was walking towards them.

"Ah, Comrade Rezenov! Hello, I am Vasily Samsonov, the leader of the 237 Fighter Air Force Aviation Regiment. Welcome to you!"

————Separation line———
Chapter completed!