No matter how brave a pilot is, he cannot exert his combat effectiveness without missiles. Long Yun is very clear about this.

Listening to the chaotic GCI guidance information and calls on the radio, he had no energy to be distracted before. He just knew that a large number of friendly fighter jets were rushing to help the boxing. As long as he persisted for another five minutes, he could wait for hundreds of MiGs and Sukhoi to reinforce. He would beat these Americans who had taken the wrong medicine and ran out and went crazy!

But... can he hold on for five minutes now?

He doesn't know.

Flying Red No. 17, he swung his sword in the Caucasus sky, and fought bravely to fight the enemy. Long Yun's performance has exceeded the limit of an ordinary pilot. Now his spirit and physical strength have been seriously overdrawn.

Faced with dozens of times his own enemy aircraft, the Red Air Force's number one ace did not disappoint the glorious Soviet Union. Now he has probably killed seven or eight fighter jets with his fighting skills. In addition, the accidental injuries inevitably arise in chaos, the Americans' losses in this lawless battle have reached double digits.

But as the saying goes, "A good tiger can't stand the wolves." Continuous high-intensity combat seriously consumes the pilot's physical energy and fighter oil storage, which not only makes Long Yun feel a little unsustainable, but the oil volume lamp has also flashed yellow light. The continuous rechargeable Su-27s still have a huge capacity, and tens of thousands of liters of fuel in the aircraft cannot withstand the intense consumption and is almost at the bottom. The situation can be said to be extremely critical!

But at this critical moment, Long Yun, or everyone on the battlefield, knew that the "rounding up" battle was far from over, and the most terrifying rhythm of the fierce air battle was just around the corner.

Just south of the airspace where the large group of fighters were fighting in close combat, they continued to climb at a height of 10,000 meters. The two F-14D squadrons of "Red Wild Boar" fighters with bright red tail wings were barely intertwined with their colleagues who had returned from retreat a few minutes ago. They are now approaching a large group of American fighters who are fighting endlessly at high speed. Major Sean Phelps, who was flying the F-14D squadron, looked straight ahead, reminding Pearson in the back row to pay attention to the iff prompt displayed by the radar. They are almost approaching the scheduled war zone for this special operations.

Unlike the F-14D that returned before, Sean and the wingman carried four Aim-54C missiles under a wide fuselage, and there were no other plug-ins; accepting the direct command of Lieutenant General Mitchell, the two "super cats" will go to the Caucasus airspace in the north and use "special weapons" to solve the threat of Russia's number one ace once and for all.

"eagle-one, eagle-nine, ready to catch the enemy, and expect to release the 'torch' in one minute!"

Hearing the specific order containing the "torch", the two pilots of the "Red Wild Boar" squadron were shocked, but they did not hesitate much.

The heavy f-14d Tomcat fighter was flying through the clear sky, maintaining a flight altitude of 11,000 meters. The Tomcat, which turned on the rear-burner, was still accelerating further, overcoming the resistance brought by the huge and heavy Immortal missile on the hanger to carry out supersonic raid combat.

The cāo-controlled fighter jet is approaching the target's intercepting airspace in a straight line, and Major Sean can feel his heartbeat is accelerating.

On the display screen in front of him, Captain Gleason, who was responsible for radar control in the back row, had changed the downward scanning mode. After filtering out the ground clutter, they could clearly see the combat situation in the sky. After receiving the second "airspace clearance" instruction issued by the command center, the air force's interceptor aircraft had already fled in all directions. Now the radar is still in front, and the intercepting target about 90 kilometers away is the terrible Russians they want to intercept.

But... they need to get closer.

Before setting out for the mission, Sean and others had already conducted a detailed analysis of the targets they were about to encounter with the engineers, taking into account the maneuverability of the "Flanker" and the usual combat techniques of the "Caucasus Death" to draw the attack envelope for the Aim-54c "Immortal Bird" missile to fight against this target.

Under the guidance of this analysis, they were suggested to launch missiles downward at an altitude of 11,000 meters from the target at a distance of 80 kilometers, and immediately disengage after providing continuous irradiation guidance for about 30 seconds; as for the subsequent attack process, they can only rely on the active radar seeker of the Aim-54c missile and the missile's own maneuver tracking capabilities.

Approach at high speed, lock the target, launch and continuously provide illumination, and turn and disengage.

A very simple combat process, isn't it?

But Major Sean's nervousness was not here, or what made him feel most restless now was not the "Caucasus Death" coming towards him at an altitude of 6,000 meters, but the Aim-54c "Immortal" missile mounted under his wingman body.

Just below the f-14D fuselage flying northward, there is a pair of four symmetrical semi-buried hangers near the center line. The mounted Aim-54c is not equipped with a high-explosive prefabricated fragment warhead weighing 61 kilograms, but a tactical nuclear warhead with an equivalent weight of 2,000 tons.

...

Just two days ago, in the well-decorated captain's office, Major Sean and his partner learned from Lieutenant General Mitchell that the chance of winning the "Red Wild Boar" in cooperation with the Air Force's interception operations was not their hard work, but to carry out a dangerous tactical interception mission:

Use the Aim-54c with a nuclear warhead to completely eliminate the "Caucasus Death" at a long distance.

Seeing the shocked expressions of the two subordinates, the lieutenant general explained to them as usual. After explaining that this was not an act without authorization, but was approved and acquiesced by the senior navy leaders, he directly explained that the plan was entirely out of his personal vision.

Of course, this secret operation itself is part of the Navy's cooperation with the Air Force to carry out a complete interception operation; after the Air Force's fighter interception failed (the Lieutenant General pessimistically believed that this was simply certain), the fighter jets sent by the Navy were fired to launch missiles to conduct interception. The change made by Mitchell to this plan was to get the nuclear-type Aim-54c from the Nevada air base. He planned to show his strength to the Russians in this way, and... Of course, there is no need to tell the young men in front of him, right?

As the executors of this operation, they were told by Lieutenant General Mitchell to keep it strictly confidential, and even their own radar operators could not tell them; out of the duty of soldiers to obey orders, Major Sean accepted the arrangement with confusion, but he always felt that doing so was a complete adventure.
Chapter completed!