Yes, what else can we reach?

I don't know what orders the second batch of F-14D taken off the Carl Vinson at that time were received, but failed at the critical moment when the Russians were approaching, allowing "Crazy Ivan" to seize the flaws of the air force fighter jets to escape calmly; such a matter of sea and air force quarrels with each other, even if it is investigated afterwards, there will be no result.

After this battle, NATO's subsequent pain learning from the pain was probably a long period of "how much pain is it."

After experiencing unbearable terrible war damage, the headquarters can only make repeated orders. All units of the Air Force must strictly implement the "Not for Fighting" order to avoid any visual contact with the "Caucasus Death".

In this way, in the battle situation report archived by the NATO zhongyāng Command, after "Crazy Ivan" and "fighter plane butcher", he admitted for the third time that the NATO pilot gave Victor Rezenov to the battlefield nickname, and for the first time in the official document, he was recorded as "the God of Death of the Caucasus".

Maybe he won't use this title for too long.

However, whether it is the "butcher" or the "God of Death", Long Yun, who had left the battle, didn't care about anything at this time; he drove Red No. 17 through the sky reflected by the setting sun. After experiencing the fierce battle of the death, he was a little exhausted at this time, and his vision became a little blurred as the fighter plane swayed.

Flying the fighter plane out of the battle, carefully maintaining its cruise speed and returning, and calculating to fight the turbulence. After exhausting the last trace of oil from the fighter plane, Long Yun dangerously landed Red 17 at the 237th Regiment Station in Stavropol, which did not repeat the previous forced landing mistakes that had fallen into the mine. Unlike the last time, Long Yun who climbed off the plane felt dizzy and dizzy, and he was really scared. If he had landed in the mine the same way as last time, in his current state, he would have hit the plane on the stone wall, which would have been mostly destroyed.

From the regiment headquarters, they knew that their number one ace had experienced an unprecedented fierce battle today. The pilots and ground crew were waiting on the ground. They ran around and greeted Long Yun who was climbing down the boarding ladder:

"Victor, Victor!--Are you okay?"

Standing on the hard runway, Long Yun saw the whistling flute and the flickering lights rushed towards him. Could it be that his landline was still on fire?

Looking back at the Red No. 17, which had been through life and death together, he realized that the shots in the air combat just now were not false, but something was true: the fuselage that can be seen now is several pieces of missile warhead embedded in them, or traces of bombings being bombed by artillery shells, and two holes were punched by shells in the hanging tail, and the radome on the top was seriously damaged. Not only that, the right engine, which was not normally working before, began to emit wisps of white smoke from the upper cover of the cabin, but it was obviously not at risk of fire and explosion. After experiencing such a fierce battle, he suffered only this injury and could fly back safely. To be honest, Long Yun really felt that this was a miracle.

Standing there for a while, seeing Kirilenko and others coming from a distance in the distance, Long Yun knew that they would not expose the fighter planes to their comrades for too long to avoid leaking the secrets that interfered with the pod, so he waved to him, made a gesture to them cooperate with the fire truck to spray foam, and then tow the injured Red No. 17 back to the hangar for treatment.

He couldn't help but continue to consider when the fighter plane would be repaired. The military doctor who arrived took Long Yun from his comrades' support, helped the exhausted trump card lieutenant colonel onto the stretcher, and then carried him towards the infirmary quickly.

Feeling that his body was turbulent and shaking, Long Yun looked up and found that he was being carried away by two pilot comrades. He felt that these people were a bit of a big deal: he was just fighting too much now, and he was playing with his strength, so he should be fine when he went back to sleep. But at this time he couldn't help but say that after being carried into the infirmary, he took a blood pressure and looked at an electrocardiogram, and even pierced a reel bottle to replenish electrolytes without saying anything. Long Yun thought that he was really treated as a patient now - but he had been fighting in the sky for almost three hours, and now the place he wanted to go the most is the toilet, not to lie down here to get a reel bottle!

He was helped to go to the bathroom. When Long Yun came back lying on the bed, he heard his comrades talking at the door. He was the most familiar with the voice of the little Korolev. At this time, they were discussing the problem in a low voice. How many planes did their idol Victor take off this time?

"The group received seven reports, and it should be more than this number."

"——It must be more than that. You didn't see all the missiles on No. 17?" This was Kamenev's voice. He just returned safely from Tbilisi two days ago, but the plane was scrapped due to forced landing. "Today Victor brought several missiles, all of which were R-73?"

"In this case, there are at least eight aircraft; the Americans have never dispatched so many fighter planes at once, and the airspace of less than ten kilometers is too dense!"

"——Shhh, let's just say a little bit! Lieutenant Colonel needs rest now, so you guys should go out to chat."

Under the urging of the doctor on duty, although everyone around the door of the infirmary room was reluctant, they had to leave temporarily.

As the conversation and the deliberately light footsteps gradually faded away, Long Yun knew that the comrades in the regiment were still discussing his thrilling battle, but now he was really troubled and dizzy, and he didn't care about any battle results. To recall today's fierce battle, the real life-and-death battle was probably less than twenty minutes, but the weapon control in his hand almost never stopped, until he fought for the ammunition and food...

In the fierce air duel, there was no chance to confirm the results. How many planes did he kill, eight or ten?

Forget it, why do you want this now?

In short, he did repel the enemy, or the enemy chose to retreat, which was enough. Before he fell into a deep dream, Long Yun's only awake consciousness was still active for a moment. He felt that it was a high possibility that "the Americans took the initiative to leave contact". Otherwise, according to the battle situation at that time, they just had to hold on for a few more minutes, and they could naturally win easily when their oil and ammunition were exhausted. In this way, his situation at that time was really dangerous.

But why did these Americans suddenly retreat? At that time, a large number of MiG aircraft were still on the road, and there was no threat in the air...

With a vague replay of the fierce air battle, Long Yun lay in a daze on the bed in the infirmary. Now he just wants to put aside all his thoughts and be able to sleep well and relax completely.

With exhaustion and ease to fight back the enemy, Long Yun quickly made a light and even snoring sound on the bed in the infirmary.
Chapter completed!