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Moscow before dawn is still immersed in the deep night.

In Almaty, thousands of kilometers east of Moscow, the sky of the Kazakhstan Franchise Republic is already slightly brighter.

Facing the first ray of dawn in the morning, in the Soviet VVS long-range aviation training base located on the outskirts of Almaty, the neat giant hangars opened their doors one after another, and heavy fighter jets under maintenance in the hangars shone soft and magnificent luster under the brilliance of the rising sun.

"Standing at the right! Turning! Running - walking!"

“One, two, one, one, two, one, one…one, two, three, four!”

"One-!two-!three-!four-!

With the neat and uniform call, the training boots took a uniform "kick" pace on the cement road, and the pilot team of four columns slowly ran across the empty off-field road, driving away the unique coolness of the inland Central Asia in the early morning.

They jogged forward along the cement road to the base hangar and the apron. In the not-so-large queue, everyone's face was filled with expectations, or a little nervous. Until the pilots in groups of four came to the door of the hangar that they were so familiar that they could not be familiar with, and greeted the busy ground crew. While checking with each other again whether all the preparations before takeoff were in place, they looked up and watched and communicated with each other for a short time.

Today, these warriors from afar are about to embark on a journey of thousands of miles to return.

"Report to the Political Committee, the fifth group of 'Canglong' has been prepared, please give instructions!"

The space is extremely open. Looking up, I can see the huge hangar in the dim dome. The four pilots lined up in a row to salute each other in a neat manner. The voices are full of energy. When I see these young men in full spirits, the instructor in a straight military uniform raised his hand and saluted a military salute seriously, and then showed an expected smile:

"Comrades, I wish you all the best! The motherland and the people are looking forward to your arrival."

"Please rest assured, please ensure that the task is completed!"

After reporting to the political commissar stationed at the base, the preparations before the flight continued. The young pilots shook hands with the busy and properly ground crew members, hugged, exchanged some postcards and small gifts with each other, and expressed their sincere gratitude to them in less fluent Russian. Seeing that everything was ready, the engine of the tractor roar came from outside the hangar. Climbing up the tall four-wheeled trolley-style boarding ladder into front and back, in the rear cockpit, the pilots waved to the people on the ground before closing the door.

"Goodbye, comrades!"

"Goodbye, friends from afar! - Go forward bravely for victory!"

With the roar of the high-powered engine, the maz-537 heavy tractors filled with iron blocks in the cargo compartment were busy, dragging a huge fighter with fuel filling out of the warehouse and pulling it to the takeoff area of ​​the wide runway. As the vehicle towed, the side-by-side wheels of the landing gear lined up over huge long cement boards, and the huge light gray fighter was bathed in the rising sun. The slender and sharp nose was particularly sharp, and it was tall and hanging on the tail like a sail. The "August 1" emblem with red bottom and yellow edges was particularly eye-catching.

As the generators drove the ignition, metal giant birds gradually emitted a long and low roar, and the rough tail nozzles of the fighter aircraft gradually emitted a deep red light. The storm and mixed engines roared around the base and rushed into the ears of everyone on the runway, adding a bit of stunning shock to the spectacular scene of the heavy bomber marshalling takeoff in front of them.

After several months of hard work and hard work, these brave sky warriors are about to set off and return home, and begin to take tense combat preparations on duty at the front-line base in the southeast coast.

"The tower calls 'Canglong', and the tower calls 'Canglong'. Now the wind is level 3, the wind is southeast, and the visibility is good, so takeoff is allowed; repeat, the weather conditions are all normal, and takeoff is allowed."

"The group of ‘Canglong’ was received, and the group of ‘Canglong’ was received, and it was finished."

Press the standby button of the telephone, and skillfully fly on the control panel with both hands. Sitting in the narrow cockpit of the huge fighter jet, the main driver of the "Canglong" group was soon ready to take off and put both hands firmly on the driving wheel. According to the requirements of the training manual, confirm that the ground crew has unlocked all pneumatic surfaces and air intake blocking, and the variable swept wing is also in an unfolded state. The driver contacted other units on the radio, confirmed that all units are in normal condition, then released the brakes, and raised his hand to push the throttle valve forward.

As the pilot moved, a light gray fighter jet in the fleet began to slide forward. Two powerful Kuznetsov NK-25 turbofan engines began to exert force. The engine that accelerated from the slow-speed train sucked a lot of air from the main intake and auxiliary intake ports, turning into a hot tail flow and spraying backward quickly; as the roar continued to intensify, a huge and slender light gray figure galloped all the way on the runway, and then the head of the aircraft rose high, like a sharp long sword pointing straight to the clear sky; as the wheels all left the ground, the stretched giant bird jumped into the blue sky with a little lightness, and flew towards the high sky in the east facing the brilliant sun.

The fighter jets took off one after another, and the engines kept roaring and getting farther away. Heavy bombers slid and took off one after another, lined up in the air, and flew away from the base in formation. After taking off, they quickly climbed to a height of three thousand meters. These elegant but extremely deadly war machines swept across the vast sky in a wide line almost in a diagonal line. The rumbling and spectacular scenes of the fighter jets flying over the sky made the base and everyone nearby see a little stunningly.

The scene of a large group of aircraft flying in the transitional flight is actually not uncommon for people at the Almaty base; starting about two months ago, the entire regiment was organized to form a brigade of heavy bombers flying to the east, which was already the third batch.

The war is in full swing, and the situation in the East is still calm now; but under a seemingly peaceful scene, the American military deployment has never stopped. Faced with the threats on the Eastern coast, the brand new strategic bombers flying from Kazan a few months ago, as well as the kh-22ha and kh-15 air-launched anti-ship missiles that match the airborne weapon system, have become powerful means to curb US naval activities in the Far East.

tu-22m3, the "counterfire" burning towards the Far East, must build an unbreakable barrier in the East!
Chapter completed!