Long Yun is certainly ignorant of NATO headquarters' conspiracy.

Just after a forced landing in the mining area, he had a brief check in the infirmary. After meeting the mining area supervisor, he was arranged to rest overnight in the single room of the dormitory building. After getting up in the morning, he went to the cafeteria with Antonov and had a full meal.

After breakfast, he came to the near the gate of the mining area while walking and chatting. When he saw three military vehicles that had set off from Stavropol and picked him up to the station were parked on the side of the cinder road in the factory. Long Yun burped in a low voice with a little embarrassed, and then walked up to greet the smiling officer.

"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Rezenov! We are ordered to pick you up to Stavropol. The road is bumpy. Let's set off now."

He was very polite in his words and did not reveal his identity. However, he immediately let Long Yun know that the middle-aged man in front of him looked respectful and in military uniform was actually a KGB agent; and he was only responsible for taking him back to Stavropol, and he knew nothing about his identity and the 237th Regiment.

Each person is responsible for part of the task and is unaware of each other. Although such a strategy will affect the flexibility of the plan, it is very effective to keep the task confidential.

Thinking of this, Long Yun shook hands with the officer, and then sat in the back seat of the uaz-469 Jeep.

Before bent down and entered the jeep, I saw that there was just a kamaz truck in front and behind the car. It seemed that this time I picked him up and returned to the army, because it was on the Soviet territory, the security level was not that exaggerated.

He said goodbye to Antonov and others who had just met him. He knew that these people just regarded him as an ordinary emergency landing pilot and did not know his true identity. Long Yun thought this was good. He waved his hands frequently to the people who were seeing him off in the car window.

Two trucks, one in front and one behind, drove out of the flat and densely populated mine area, and entered the north-south country road. The typical landform of the southern Caucasus is presented in the field of view. Because of the high altitude, except for the forests that appear frequently in the valleys, there are large areas of undulating grasslands, which seem to be endless green, which makes people feel refreshed.

For such a leisurely journey, if you didn’t hear the roar of the engines that were sometimes high and sometimes low in your ears, Long Yun would really feel like he was on vacation and sightseeing.

I thought I was coming to pick me up three military vehicles, as well as officers and soldiers carrying guns and ammunition inside. From the window, I looked into the sky not far away. From time to time, the mysterious-28 armed helicopters used roars to remind Long Yun of his existence. They were obviously using z-shaped lines to cruise to ensure the safety of driving along the way.

It seems that the above will not take Victor Rezenov's safety lightly.

A relatively far away from the border, the Soviet Air Force has control over the Caucasus territory, and NATO's air threat is not serious. The originally elusive cruise missiles are powerless to do anything to their targets in such a way. It is already a very safe security strategy to dispatch armed helicopters to monitor the ground conditions.

On the ground are military vehicles, and in the sky are armed helicopters patrolling shuttles. In this case, the return journey should be completely safe.

With this idea in mind, sitting on the relatively comfortable spring seat, Long Yun looked at the scenery along the way, reached out to touch the hard pistol in his arms, and subconsciously thought about his current state.

This p228 full of bullets and a spare magazine has been carried by him since the Battle of Brittany Manor; however, as a pilot's self-defense gun, it has never had a bullet out of the borehole, and it seems that the same is true today.

For weapons, this may be a kind of sorrow, but for Long Yun, it is of course the best.

As for the Red No. 17 fighter left in the mine, I don’t know what they will do. Should I send a pilot to take a helicopter to repair it on site, and then find a flat ground to fly back? Or is it because I couldn’t find a suitable take-off site and could only dismantle it into assembly of various major pieces, and then dispatch a heavy-duty off-road truck to drag it back to the 237th Regiment’s headquarters.

Before he took the fighter plane back, did he have no airplanes to use and could only stay on the ground and wait for his car to return?

This would be too boring. Maybe it would be better for him to apply for another fighter jet as soon as possible.

Immersed in his own reverie, Long Yun chatted with the officers around him. The journey from the mining area to Stavropol would take several hours. If it weren't for safety reasons, he would be wondering why the regiment didn't find a helicopter to pick him up.

By passing the time all the way, Long Yun's consciousness became a little lazy, so that he did not notice the conscious activity that was close to him, although vaguely hostile:

Not everyone in this convoy wants him to return to Stavropol safely.

...

As he walked along like this, Long Yun finally felt a little uneasy.

While chatting and browsing the scenery along the way, he vaguely realized something was wrong when the vehicle passed a three-way intersection and drove past the tall signposts erected beside the road.

This feeling of danger approaching is probably also a human intuition; but now that he has the ability to snoop in consciousness, Long Yun immediately concentrates himself, and then easily finds the source of his sense of danger.

It was right here and now, in this small escort fleet; to be precise, someone in the Kamaz off-road truck driving in front was thinking about something that was not good for him. A vague consciousness came, and Long Yun could feel the person's thinking activities: he seemed to have just confirmed an important detail of the action, and was now waiting for the opportunity to start a sudden attack.

——Is it a lurking spy? Just in the convoy escorting him?

Seeing the unusual danger signal, Long Yun looked out the window with a normal expression, but his mind immediately woke up.

No matter what the person's intention is, if he can get involved in the escorts of this convoy, then 80% of them are also KGB's talents. In other words, this is not a destroyer who has sneaked in from abroad, but a Western spy who has been lurking in the KGB team.

I remembered Valentina's reminder in the cinema and asked herself to pay attention to the suspicious people nearby. I didn't expect that she would actually meet so soon, and she was really right!

In the Caucasus, special forces such as the so-called "delta" and "Seals" commando, can be said to be powerful but unable to use it. In contrast, undercover lurking within the Soviet Union and mastering the local situation is more suitable, which is probably the idea of ​​NATO intelligence organizations.

——But it’s a pity that no undercover agent can hide in front of consciousness!

Thinking of this, Long Yun almost had a sudden impulse: he really wanted to call the convoy to stop the car now, then took out the p228 and rushed over and dragged the ignorant guy out and shot the target.

What are the infernal Affairs playing in front of him, Long Yun? Do you think you didn’t die fast enough?

However... after careful thinking for a moment, Long Yun temporarily suppressed such reckless impulse.

Not to mention that it was quite rash to rush up to identify the lurker like this. Although he was the target of the convoy, he was not affiliated with the KGB. How could he make that guy bow down and confess in full view of the public?

Not to mention pulling a gun and shooting this unlucky guy directly, it would be very happy, and it would be a disaster for the KGB, but what kind of trouble will you get in the next step? Killing the KGB agent without conclusive evidence is a big deal. If you don’t do it well, you will end up in a military prison, and you may even be shot!

As soon as this thought appeared, Long Yun immediately gave up the idea of ​​avenging his grudges; and at this time he thought about it comprehensively, he also felt that this matter was a bit strange.

In the current convoy, there are two trucks of armed personnel alone, but there are only one spy; and there are helicopters patrolling in the sky, so it can be said that any abnormal movement will be discovered.

So he really couldn't think of how this undercover agent could start a sudden attack and kill himself?

Thinking of this, Long Yun focused his mind for a moment. He carefully identified the consciousness activities in the car ahead, and then he roughly understood the spy's overall plan.

——Fork road intersection.

Just at the fork in the road just now, the convoy had already taken the wrong path; after capturing such conscious activities, Long Yun inadvertently remembered that at the three fork in the road just now, he unconsciously saw that the soil next to the road sign was very fresh and there were traces of turning.

In other words, they have planned and prepared to take large-scale actions?

After roughly sorting out what you see and hear, a plan to intercept Victor Rezenov will come to the surface.

First, the lurking agent who received the news managed to join the convoy escorting Victor back to Stavropol; on the other hand, the Western intelligence personnel lurking in the Caucasus region were also mobilized to modify the road signs, and then the lurking agents in the team deliberately confused the road and let the convoys who came from afar and unknown road conditions go astray. Finally, the armed attacks ambushed on the roadside--

“—————”

The sudden scream suddenly interrupted Long Yun's thoughts.

When he tilted his head and saw the surprised face of the officer beside him, Long Yun immediately tilted his head and looked at the sky outside the car window. He had only time to see a twisted thin white smoke, and heard the busy calls in the telephone in the car, and then there were flashing fireballs and splashing fragments that suddenly burst out in the distant sky!

Although it was just a glance, Long Yun immediately realized that it should be someone lying in ambush nearby, using a "needle" or "stinger" missile to attack the armed helicopter that escorted them.

At this moment, in their sight, the mysterious-28 helicopter, which was seriously damaged by the sneak attack, circling rapidly in the sky and falling, obviously without support for a few seconds; but that's not all. As another narrow white smoke cut through the sky, the light of the warhead suddenly appeared near the damaged helicopter, and then a terrifying volleyball explosion occurred!

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