In the vast sky of the Black Sea, the Sukhoi fighter jet with a big red five-pointed star on the wings was passing quickly, leaving only a white mist with a sonic blast behind him, and then there was a distant roar.

While continuing to increase the force and accelerate forward, the lightning was turned on to achieve single scan mode. The thoughts in Long Yun's mind were quite clear at this time.

——The interference mechanism needs to be tested, and of course, it must also be done to air combat; if this interference pod really works, he may rush straight into the enemy formation and start a killing attack: in addition to a batch of R-27 assaults beyond the visual range, the four R-73 mounted under the wings are not scary fire sticks!

Long Yun was rushing forward with a slammed horse and was full of confidence at this time; and behind him, his comrades were already carrying live ammunition.

Not far after the increase in force and the bright red No. 17 of the tail flame, the 237th Regiment led by Kamenev also continued to climb high, preparing to rush into the enemy formation and disrupt the Americans' deployment, launching the R-27 volley, and using condescending dense volleyballs to remove the blocking "eagles" that lie across the Black Sea.

Seeing the target echo representing Longyun landlines gradually appear on the radar display in front of him, Kamenev knew that he was continuing to accelerate, so he was detected by the n001 Doppler radar. While admiring Victor's courage, he was also worried about him.

Even if he is the number one ace of the Red Air Force, wouldn’t it be too risky to rush forward like this?

Once again, confirming that the IF system of the Longyun landline was working properly. Kamenev secretly decided to launch a missile volley immediately when approaching the far boundary of the R-27r missile to provide Victor with the powerful fire support as possible!

After leaving the brigade and charging forward, Long Yun's abnormal forward stance indeed attracted the attention of the enemy in front of him.

In the sky not far from the southern coast of the Black Sea, the 30th Air Force from the United States was rushing to catch the enemy. It was a new combat force equipped with F-15c.

A week ago, I had just traveled across the ocean to Turkey. I was not used to the near-Mediterranean climate, Turkish soju, electric tricycles, and mysterious and mysterious women. The pilots who had fought several tough battles with the Russians put away their gratitude and immersed in the terrible guesses of the war.

The 30th Fighter Wing, which had been stationed in the United States for a long time, was originally equipped with old F-16a fighter jets; this unit was originally going to be transferred to southern England, and a brutal tug-of-air battle over the strait with the 18th Russian Air Force, and was later confirmed to be transferred to the Caucasus, where smoke was everywhere.

After a few days of fighting, the young men from Connecticut and Iowa were not happy for a few days before they found that the Russians' crazy spirit was completely indistinguishable from the location and occasion, and their playing style in the Caucasus was clearly very violent and perverted.

Of course, the young people who were infected by the spirit of Top Gun and devoted themselves to the military would not be scared by the crazy Ivans, but the terrible news from other wings made them feel uneasy to sleep and eat.

——The terrifying pilot named Victor, whose name sounds like a vampire, holds nearly thirty shot-down records in the Russian Air Force. He has moved from the Central European battlefield to this place; flying the Russians' stupid and stupid war machine, the "fighter butcher" fought three F-15cs in one battle two days ago, and now he is ambushing the mysterious sky of the Caucasus in the "Flanker"!

It's so powerful that it's suffocating, isn't it?

Deep fear often appears in combat discussions with a dull atmosphere, and is even more ambushed in the hearts of all pilots participating in the battle; every time they find an echo signal of being singled on the radar, this emotion will jump out and scare them violently.

For example...just like today!

Sitting in the cockpit of the F-15 "Eagle" fighter, staring at the bright echoes on the radar display, the face of the pilot Neil Jefferson was already covered with sweat.

Since he turned on the radar and found the enemy planes on the other side, he did not need a reminder from the command center in the rear. He was already frightened to guess who the guy who came out and killed directly from the large army was likely to be.

The height is 6,55, the distance is 70, the target speed is 1,535, this guy...what does he want to do?

Trying to break free from the inexplicable panic and throw the legend about "terror Ivan" behind his head, Lieutenant Colonel Jefferson issued an order to the rest of the squadron's fighter jets on the radio, while switching radar modes to stare at the aggressive target, preparing to immediately launch a round of missile volleys after the guy who was coming at the supersonic speed entered the far boundary of the "Sparrow" and then rushed forward to deal with the Russian planes flocking behind.

Unlike the offensive operations of the Caucasus, the air supremacy over the Black Sea does not belong to the NATO group. The fighters of the 30th Air Wing are all deployed in airspace close to the coastline, mainly to guard against the ubiquitous Russian fighter bombers.

For a massive attack formation like today, Jefferson judged based on the experience taught by friendly forces that this should be the prelude to the Russians launching an air strike; they must drive away Russian fighter jets that attacked the forefront before Russian fighter bombers flocked to try to penetrate the NATO air interception line, otherwise the safety of Ankara would become a problem again.

In a blink of an eye, the distance reading on the radar display was still shortening. The an/apg-63 radar had already intercepted the target parameters. Now it was waiting for the opponent to continue to rush forward until the seeker of the aim-7m missile could receive a target echo that was sufficient to provide guidance!

Head-on shot and straight sprinting to the target is really easy for F-15!

But... the more you see this on the radar, the more Jefferson feels a little unsure.

It is indeed suspicious that the enemy planes that had escaped from the large army had neither tactical maneuvers nor any cover around them. According to his guess, this was either a rookie who was reckless and died, or a cunning bait from the Russians. Or maybe that person...

Humph! No matter where he comes from, anyway, you will see the final result if you shoot down a wave of missiles!

The familiar sound of seeker capturing the target sounded in his ears. Jefferson immediately ordered the wingman to synchronize the bright target on the radar, and then immediately launched a batch of four aim-7m volleys.

While pressing the launch button, Jefferson glanced at the radar ranging information: The target distance is 42,000 meters. Is it too early to launch an attack?

Feeling sweat in his palms in his gloves, while keeping the radar illuminated, he ordered another group of dual aircraft in the formation to lock the target and fired four aim-7m. With the flames and smoke, the missiles fired one after another escaped from the body and dragged the bright tail flames to accelerate away.
Chapter completed!