The coast of the Black Sea in early September is a rainy season of the year.

After many days of clear weather, the salty and wet sea breeze wrapped around the clouds and surging in the horizon, gradually piled up and turned into a large gray area; the first coolness mixed in the late summer wind indicates that a large-scale precipitation activity is coming.

The night was getting darker, and at this time when it was supposed to be the calmest time before the storm, the Khlsong Air Force Base, located on the southern seaside of Ukraine, was still busy. In the sharply lit reinforced hangar, accompanied by the roar of machinery and generators, a faint smell of kerosene was radiated in the air; ground crews and pilots were busy, maintaining and inspecting every fighter jet that returned from fighting during the day, connecting with electricity to detect missiles that were unsealed but had not been fired, disassembly and cleaned the air gun barrels and automatic machines after the fire, and seized the combat gap to carry out all necessary preparations.

For many people in the base, today will be another busy sleepless night.

Not far from the work, a slight ray of light leaked out, the base barracks hidden in the night, sitting next to the window of a dormitory wearing a short coat, with a cup of black tea in hand. The focused young man was turning around the fax paper on the table from time to time and reading in the gentle and cool night breeze.

In the southern suburbs of Khlsong City, this 224th Fighter Air Regiment stationed in the huge base stationed in the 224th Fighter Air Force is now preparing for war under light control conditions. The young man's expression is quite calm. He only raises his eyebrows slightly when his eyes swept through important paragraphs, or frowns and thinks for a moment. This calm and steady look is somewhat similar to the black p228 pistol placed on the table:

Silence. But deadly.

At this moment, the stack of paper placed on the table in front of Long Yun was a top-secret piece of information that the KGB system faxed to the 224th Regiment’s headquarters before dark to provide reference for his combat plan.

His sharp eyes swept through the lines of narratives, picked up the red and blue pencil and marked it on the paper. He sketched a few strokes at times, then he folded his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with a long breath. As the thought continued, layers of memory images seemed to appear on the gray-white ceiling in front of him; the originally boring numbers and words, now the images have gradually become clear and identifiable:

"b-1b'Lavender'". "agm-86", "bgm-109'Thoraxe'"...

Long Yun’s current mood is not at all relaxed by coherently thinking about the boring information content.

On the evening of that day, I returned to Khlsun base from the Black Sea Shipyard in Nikolayev. After dinner, I have been reading the top secret information in the temporary dormitory, thinking about my next move. I just learned about the next phase of the US Air Force's plan for air strikes. Although it is only an incomplete part, the smell of smoke transmitted through paper will not be much discounted.

His eyes looked at the ceiling without blinking for a long time. Now Long Yun seemed to be using his brief soul to relieve stress.

Looking back on the encounter over the Black Sea yesterday. The first air battle he returned to the southern front, he could say that he fought pretty well; but if he talked about the next combat action, it was by no means easy to improve his personal tactics to a battle that affects the overall situation, or even strategic level. It is far from enough to rely on him alone.

Standing up and walking in the room, he could feel a violent storm approaching through the heavy night outside the window; the sweeping troops on the Sino-European battlefield have become a thing of the past, the battle is stalemate and the critical situation is the Caucasus, the sickle and hammer flag of the huge Soviet Union, is destined to fly in the rising wind and rain.

In the past two days, after experiencing the air fighting back to the battlefield and having a glimpse of the US military's action plan, Long Yun now clearly realized that as Major General Ushakov said to him before saying goodbye to Moscow, the next half month will be a critical moment that determines the direction of the Caucasus war zone. Whether the combat forces of the Soviet Caucasus war zone can be effectively organized to deal with the threat of NATO's massive offensive, or to seize this hot opportunity to reverse the battle situation on the southern front in one fell swoop, it can be said that it depends entirely on the "pennant" and his Long Yun's performance.

--but!

It is not easy to achieve success in one battle.

Thinking about the "slammer" threat I just experienced, Long Yun knew that this matter was not that simple.

From the intelligence information I just read, he had basically sorted out the Americans' strategic ideas and knew that when the long-lasting battle for air supremacy and the air force in the Soviet Caucasus War Zone gradually became exhausted, the US Air Force seemed to feel that the time was ripe and was intensively increasing the air strikes, trying to make sufficient firepower preparations for the offensive of the ground troops in the shortest time.

In order to achieve this goal, the Americans' next action plan not only includes the frequent NATO tactical air force attack aircraft group, but also the US Strategic Air Force, which had not been put into the battlefield on a large scale. Although in the face of the Soviet air threat, they did not dare to use the huge and clumsy B-52 to bomb directly in the air like the Gulf War, other elite players of the Strategic Air Force were almost fully dispatched, including the B-1b "Lavender" strategic bomber mentioned in the intelligence and the supporting AGM-86c air-launched cruise missile, and cooperate with the BGM-109 "Tomahawk" cruise missile on the naval platform to carry out large-scale long-range precision strikes.

As for the more mysterious and deadly B-2 "Ghost" stealth bomber in the US strategic air force sequence, perhaps because of concerns about the nuclear attack potential of the stealth bomber and the concern that the Soviet Union misjudged its intentions and triggered a full-scale nuclear war. At present, there is no sign of participating in the operation.

Despite this, in the face of the increasingly increasing threat of cruise missiles in the past two weeks, relying solely on the launch of the Soviet front-line aviation forces, the tactics that have been quite effective against NATO attack aircraft fleets have become a bit out of place. Thinking of this, Long Yun recalled the materials he saw at the Air Force Command combat meeting. Judging from the battle reports in recent times, the Americans who have gained air superiority are increasingly relying on long-range attacks of cruise missiles, which is not a good sign.

In the face of the NATO tactical air force's frontal attack, you may also be able to fight back against tit-for-tat; but what tactics should be adopted to counter the US strategic bomber that is cruising far away on the front side and launching long-range missiles?

Since coming to this bizarre parallel world for unknown reasons, as Victor Rezenov, he experienced a world war with the background of the Cold War. After the cheerful fighting in the European sky and the fierce fighting in the sky when he first entered the Caucasus, he has become accustomed to driving the Sukhoi fighter jet painted with red five-pointed stars to rush around and enjoy the sky. However, Long Yun now realized for the first time that he was experiencing this battle he was experiencing and writing himself. The grandeur of the scene and the complexity of the process can be said to be completely beyond his original imagination.

At the beginning of his time travel and witnessing the sudden outbreak of the world war, he once only regarded this world as an air combat training ground that could conduct real confrontation; but after discovering the strange connection between the parallel world and the real world, all of this changed.

It is completely different from the young man's vigorous and competitive idea. He is truly in this huge war with great war, now he no longer is particularly obsessed with the success, failure, honor and disgrace of one or two battles. He cares more about the overall strategic situation. Faced with the huge goal of "assisting the Red Empire to win victory", how to plan the next combat action requires him to make a careful choice.

After thinking about this for a long time, seeing that the teacup was already bottoming out, Long Yun temporarily got out of his complicated thoughts and walked out of the door with the cup in his arms, but he met Aphrola Terrenskaya, who was walking up the stairs with a tray. The girl with a blond hair quickly greeted him when she saw him:

"Comrade Major General, do you want to pour water?—I just happened to bring you the midnight snack, give me the water cup."

"Oh,—I want to go to the group to make a call."

He smiled at the fair-skinned girl in front of him with a handsome face and a beautiful face. Long Yun put the cup on the tray. In fact, he was a little flattered by the arrangement of the political commissar of the regiment. At the same time, he didn't know how to deal with the daughter of the political commissar, a typical Ukrainian beauty.

Having noticed Long Yun's reaction, Aphrola smiled at him naturally in response. In fact, she saw Victor gathering with people in the group to have dinner together in the restaurant, and she was having a very speculative chat while eating. She felt that the number one trump card of the Red Air Force was different from what she expected, and she didn't look like a general's airs:

"It's getting late, you can go directly to the duty room. Also, I'll bring you a thin blanket later, and it's already a little chilly at night."

"Ah, thank you very much, Ms. Terzhinskaya."

He thanked the young and beautiful Aphrola, but did not pay attention to the girl's subtle expression. Long Yun, who was full of worries, ran directly to the duty room of the regiment headquarters and asked the non-commissioned officer to contact him with the call from Stavropol. On the phone, he first found his partner Korolev, asked him about some of the situation in the regiment, and asked him not to disturb the leader Samsonov, and then went to explain his plans early tomorrow morning:

"... Then, Constantine, do you think Kamenev would agree?"

When formulating this action plan, the first person who came to Long Yun's mind was Kamenev, the second ace pilot of the 237th Regiment. Although his light was almost completely covered by the supernova of Victor Rezenov, it is undeniable that this person is still the strongest pilot in the regiment except himself. I just don't know what he thought? (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!

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Chapter completed!