The battlefield on the front line of life and death has no room for cowards to survive.

Oh, or should I say that, the same is true for reckless men...

I walked in the cockpit for a while. It was not until Harris heard the "beep" prompt of the communication equipment and the shouting in the radio that Harris suddenly woke up. He heard the weapon operator in the back row contacting the "counter", and traces of Russians appeared in the sky!

"Postal-two, postal-two,'scissors' appear in your two o'clock direction, and the target data has been put on the chain; please immediately divide the troops and pick up the enemy at two o'clock. The 'Sabre' team just sent an emergency call. They keep the original route unchanged, about forty miles away from the 'School', and visual contact is expected to occur in five minutes."

"Postal-two received it, and immediately turned to pick up the enemy."

Hearing the slow call from the radio, Harris responded casually, and then commanded the weapon operator to play the an/apg-70 radar to scan the large airspace at two o'clock, looking for where the Russian MiG aircraft were. While connecting the communication channel between the fighter planes, letting the "postman" No. 3 and 4 who were following him turn east and rush up as soon as possible to fight the opponent who came from the right side of the Turkish "Sabre" fleet:

“—Harper, I’m climbing to a height of 25,000 (foot) and now do a scan as indicated by the ‘counter’.”

“—Okay, boss!”

After a period of running-in, he gradually became familiar with Major Harris' combat habits. After the operator Harper Cartel agreed, he immediately used both hands on the cabin panel. He provided target information for the two "attack eagles" that dived to catch the enemy.

After making these arrangements, the major continued to keep the fighter flying smoothly. The Turks in the radio were still nagging; the "Fighting Falcons" who were raiding at low altitude had dropped below 300 meters and could not use radar to monitor the MiGs that were constantly approaching from the side, which obviously made them very anxious. This mindless chatter made Harris feel annoyed. He "splashed" and switched the channel to remind the "postman" who was diving to the enemy. No. 3 and 4 should not use the "slammer" rashly to avoid accidental injury, and then habitually check the preparation status of the onboard weapons.

Two "slammers", two "sparrows" f...

Unlike previous pure air-optimal combat, the "Attack Eagle" that performs cover missions needs to protect slow and clumsy attack aircraft, and often fall into a melee with the Russians. The advanced F-15e still needs to carry a semi-active radar-guided Aim-7m in order to safely rescue friendly fighters trapped in the encirclement.

His eyes were staring at several low-altitude targets that were gradually approaching on the display. Thinking about these bearded men who like to yell on the radio for nothing, Harris shook his head with a heavy helmet helplessly. He didn't like to act in concert with the Turks. But there was nothing to do. If the task assigned above was not too heavy, and the elusive "Caucasus Death" was added, who would have been idle and let these emotional guys come in and get involved?

Just talking about the six "attack eagles" in his hand, it is not a problem to deal with the "fulcrum" of the squadron below the scale, but the problem is that the 42nd Squadron has to be distracted to take care of the 963x and 964x airspace, a large pile of "fighting falcons" and "ghosts" full of ground ammunition. Faced with the heavy pressure of Russian fighter jets, the difficulty of passive defense is of course very different from actively attacking.

While complaining secretly, a dispatcher suddenly called in a hurry tone in his headset:

"——postal-two,postal-two.'Scissors' is approaching from ten o'clock!——The model of the "flanker" is initially determined, and the number is unknown. Please immediately turn to cooperate with the 41st Squadron to pick up the enemy! The red alert is highly suspected as the "sickle"! Repeat, the red alert is highly suspected as the "sickle"!"

"What, what - postal-two received! Turn immediately to the direction of ten o'clock."

Suddenly, he heard the "sick" in his headphones. This type of ear-covering and stealing bell-like name made the major stunned for a moment before he realized that even though he had experienced many battles, he had to tremble slightly in his heart. These damn civilian officials of the command center had already reminded them at regular meetings not to plan such unreliable attack routes; now, although they avoided the firepower of long-range surface-to-air missiles along the coast of Georgia, they were surrounded and attacked by Russian fighters from both sides, let alone "sickles"-

Damn it, what a bad call!

"Caucasus Death", has this guy who was shot in the landline appeared again?

An ominous thought flashed through his mind. The nervous major frowned and stared at the vast sky in the north while pressing the slope. At this time, he naturally could not see the enemy plane; but just like the information sent by the e-3a early warning plane, in the Caucasus sky with faint white clouds floating, the opponent was already on the way to attack quickly.

Facing the bright sunshine in the morning, after taking off, he rushed south with his comrades. The smooth-lined Red No. 17 Su-27s was as full of missiles as ever, shuttled between the blue sky and white clouds, and kept moving forward with other fighters. It was completely different from the storm scene hundreds of kilometers away. The abundant sunlight passed through the thin clouds, illuminating the backs of heavy fighter jets with neat formations, diffusing soft light on the smooth skin; under the guidance of GCI, we advanced south quickly, and the huge fighter wings were covered with sharp milky white R-27e series missiles. This was a vast lineup like an air review, which filled the sky with a strong aura of killing.

The flight altitude was 5,700 meters, the voyage was straight south, and the speed was 800. The number of Su-27 fighters was as large as ten, and they turned sideways and separated when they approached the southern front, and joined the large-scale fight between the Soviet front aviation and NATO fighters.

On the long front on the east side of the Black Sea, for a few days, the VVS and PV air regiments have deliberately preserved their strength according to the unified deployment of Moscow to avoid unnecessary consumption. However, as the saying goes, "the soldiers are never tired of deception", and there is an outbreak from time to time when they deliberately show weakness, which is absolutely necessary to suppress the opponent's arrogant arrogance. According to the air situation prompts guided by the ground, the Red No. 17 and the Wingman, which had been dispersed and kept their course unchanged, soon discovered the traces of NATO attack aircraft approaching Suhumi and Sochi from an ultra-low altitude, and then met the US Air Force F-15e that was out of cover at a narrow road of thousands of meters!

One side is determined to win, and the other side has tried its best to cover up the killing. This heavy fighter duel in the sky soon kicked off with a fierce BVR confrontation.

As the radars of the two sides tracked and illuminated each other, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, accelerating from the airframe, keeping the fighter's sprint at high speed. While approaching the opponent, four "attack eagles" fired two "slammers" and immediately maneuvered violently after the missiles were volleyed, trying to destroy the radar illumination of Russian fighter jets.

In the sky in the south, the dark gray "attack eagle" had tried all its strength. Under the sky in the north, the thick r-27er and r-27et also dragged bright tail flames and murderous intent, climbing to occupy the place first. The Sukhoi fighter jet that launched a large wave of missiles was carrying out continuous hovering and transposition of a large radius, forming a cross-placeholding situation with the front-line aviation fan G-23mld who was obliquely stabbed in the western airspace. According to the unified dispatch of the A-50 early warning aircraft, the Soviet Air Force fighter jets quickly formed a very dense staging configuration in the narrow airspace. In this way, either force the NATO attack fleet that was chased by the tail to give up their mission, or it would attract the greater attention of the US escort fighter jets and create attack opportunities for fighters in other directions!

In the clear sky, as more fighter jets dragged the afterburning dazzling tail flames to join the battle group, the actions of attack aircraft, escort aircraft and interceptors were becoming more and more crazy. The Caucasus sky, which had become calm two days ago, was suddenly filled with messy flights of fighter jets and the smoke of fire.

In such a dangerous situation, Harris gasped in a breath of air when he saw the enemy aircraft targets sent by the "Counter" on the multi-function display screen; he had just had a BVR confrontation with the oncoming "Flanker" and he decisively ordered the "Postman" No. 1 to follow him closely into the sidelines to avoid the momentum of the Russian fleet leading the "Caucasus Death" and the momentum.

The enemy's current evasion of its edge is not a kind of cowardice.

Driving the "attack eagle" to move left and right in the sky, Harris knew how dangerous the situation was. The Russians who had been silent for a few days are now fighting again. Before waiting for the subsequent large number of F-15c support, their only escort aircraft must not rashly fall into a fighting melee. In that case, even if they can escape unscathed, what will happen to the Turkish F-4e who have thrown away the secondary fuel tank and ammunition and are running around on the sea?

Because of the ground attack mission, these old and clumsy "ghost" fighters did not carry the Aim-7 series of ultra-visual range missiles at all. If they were caught by MiG at ultra-low altitude, they would be almost dead.

Not to mention, there is still that in the sky ahead-

Damn it, the Eighth Regiment, when is it still in the mood to rest in the base? Is it so angry that I haven’t seen it?
Chapter completed!