The night dissipated, and a ray of sunshine in the morning illuminated the sky at the base of Kherson.

As the sun rises from the horizon, the huge air force base gradually becomes busy, and every day of the war is particularly nervous, and it seems that the same is true today.

Accompanied by the roar of the tractor's motor, heavy fighters with beautiful lines left the reinforcement hangar; the pilots on combat readiness duty were already dressed neatly, while the ground crews were skillfully busy around the fighter. On the dark green ural-4320 oil tanker, the oil pumps working hard were roaring, and the hanger truck was one by one under the wide wings of the blue-gray fighter.

Facing the rising sun, these sharp-looking housemen in Kong Wu were slightly bright, as if they were polished sharply and shiny long swords, and their bodies were filled with the strong desire to tear the skin of the enemy planes.

After another sleepless night, the southern sky of the day, the new day's aerial battle is about to begin again.

However, it is completely different from the storm battles in the past two days. The NATO Tactical Air Force has not been frequent in recent days, and the 224 Fighter Air Force's dispatch intensity is not high, which has obtained valuable corrections and breathing time.

The storm battle the day before yesterday, although the NATO air force that was dispatched in full swing, was hit by the frontline air force of the Warsaw Pact and suffered unprecedented heavy losses. Unlike the mutual victory and defeat in the Caucasus sky in the eastern war zone, over the Black Sea where the US Navy fighter jets were responsible for the US Navy, the "Flanker" fighter jet piloted by Victor Rezenov, the "Flanker" fighter jet piloted by "Caucasus Death" Victor Rezenov suddenly appeared, and the fighter jets that fell forward and backward actually reached a terrible double-digit number, including three

The "Lavender" is expensive and extremely valuable; facing the death threat flashed in the storm, the NATO fighter suffered heavy losses. The results achieved by "Death" alone in the post-war statistics report were set at eleven. Not to mention the "Scythe fulcrum" that appeared over the Turkish Strait the next day, from the fear narrative of the surviving Turkish pilots, it is not difficult to find who the person who controlled the MiG to shoot down the five "Fighting Falcons" would be.

In just two days, after an unprecedented battle in the rain, the generals of the US Central Command were horrified to discover that the young men in the Free World killed more than 30 Warsaw fighter jets in two days, but their own losses were also as high as 39!

Killing eight hundred enemies and losing one thousand of yourself isn’t this scary enough?

No, there is something more terrifying than this.

If you look at this battle situation report carefully, the crash record of the "Caucasus Death" accounts for 40% of the total losses; in other words, Victor Rezenov, alone, completed nearly half of the combat missions of the Warsaw Pact Southern Theater Air Force, incredibly, with one person alone, the NATO/Wargain Treaty fighter jet exchange ratio was pulled back from one to one with one!

Faced with such a terrible situation, no matter what kind of commander, the sky in the southern war zone had a rare calm, although it might be just a brief break in a larger-scale fierce battle.

It was today that the sky was bright and it was not too early. Victor Rezenov, who had caused a situation in the south, was still sleeping in the army barracks at the base of Khlsson.

Since yesterday afternoon, he set off from Odessa to Dnepropetrovsk hundreds of kilometers away, a major Ukrainian town located in the north of the Kakhovka Reservoir and whose name is so difficult to describe, Long Yun first attended the combat meeting in the city, and then took a bus back to Khelsson in the middle of the night. Although he was already bedridden and not very suitable for a soldier's behavior, he only slept for three or four hours in total.

In recent days, he had been fighting and had a serious lack of rest. Long Yun slept soundly on the bed until almost noon before he could barely recover his consciousness. He subconsciously felt someone beside him. He shuddered and reached out to pull out the p228 under the pillow, but only heard a panic scream:

"ah--"

What, what's the situation?

Just now, Long Yun couldn't figure out the situation at all. He looked at the girl in front of him clearly, and then he confirmed that he was still in the Khlsson base in parallel world. Aphrola Terzhinskaya, the girl walked into the house lightly, trying to see if he woke up, but was startled by the gun in the man's hand. Seeing the girl standing in front of him with a pale face, Long Yun quickly stuffed the gun back under the pillow:

"Ah, Jet, Ms. Terzhinskaya..."

"Sorry, did I wake you up? I, I'm here... to bring you some food..."

Seeing Long Yun who was sleepy and obviously a little confused, Aphrora smiled, but pointed to the dining plate on the table a little crampedly. Seeing that the man in front of her was sitting on the bed wearing only a vest, she lowered her eyes shyly, but had no other reaction. Instead, she took the clothes that were thrown aside and let Long Yun wear them.

After dressing neatly, he sat at the table, picked up the cup and drank a few sips of light black tea. Long Yun's stomach was already roaring. He pulled over the chair to let Aphrola sit down and eat together, and then he feasted without hesitation. When he saw the girl beside him was still a little reserved, he suddenly remembered his comrade-in-arms, driving the 224th Regiment acting political commissar Boris Derrensky, who was attacking side by side with White 19. What was the situation of this air warrior?

"Uh, Ms. Terzhinskaya--"

"Comrade Major General, it's good if you call me 'Aphrola', is that okay? Also, regarding my father's situation, I only learned yesterday that his plane was hit, and it was all up to you to get out. I... I really don't know how to thank you..."

"Ah-why do you say that?"

Aphrola's thanks made Long Yun feel a little ashamed. After all, the rescue work was not his part. At that time, he was just venting his anger to the Turkish "Fighting Falcon" in the sky. Moreover, as a member of the Red Air Force's combatant, he felt that some things must be explained clearly, even if the audience was just a young girl:

"Aphrola, don't thank me for this. If you can't even cover each other and take care of each other on the battlefield, then you're still a comrade? Although this is a bit vulgar, this is indeed what I should do. - By the way, what's your father's situation? Will you be able to return to the regiment soon?"

"kindness……"
Chapter completed!