As the night passed, a red sun rose in the sky again.

Facing the first ray of morning sunshine, a suburb of Sivas, a suburb of the Turkish city, was walking forward on the stone road wet with dew.

With a brisk and powerful stride, the soles of the boots rubbed against the rough stone slabs, and the steps and behaviors showed a little military identity. The man walked along the slightly tortuous path towards a long open space beside the sparse bushes, and came to this small airport originally used for light aircraft takeoff and landing, which was the temporary camp for him and the fighter planes.

"Good morning! Miller, please give me a message today."

"Ah, where!—Good morning, Major Fisher."

Hearing the greeting of the man behind him, the ground crew pilot who was busy in the shed at the end of the runway, waved back, and like the tall man who had always arrived on time, he asked ok. While speaking, the pilot looked at the major's serious and firm face. He always felt that as an air force pilot, Harold Fisher, the young man with brown hair and bright lines, was too tall, but when he saw him sitting in the cockpit of the fighter jet, he didn't look very cramped.

While speaking, he walked into the temporary hangar covered by a dense shield net. Major Fisher bypassed the bullet van parked beside the fighter plane and sat down on the chair next to him. He took out a small plastic bottle from his shirt pocket, and poured a pill into his palm, then picked up the kettle and sent the pills thrown into his mouth to his throat.

In the current season of the war, unlike the large military airports spread all over the Turkish territory, there were no roaring fighter jets and busy vehicles on the suburbs of Sivas in the early morning. At this time, it was still silent; there was no noise. The major calmly prepared for all flight. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and then showed a relaxed expression of satisfaction.

At 7:15, the time is just right.

About a week ago, after leaving Edwards Air Force Base, thousands of miles away, and ending a long training session of loneliness in the desert, Harold Fisher and his affiliated F-15s/mtd fighter jet arrived in Turkey and settled in this temporary requisitioned small airport.

As the ace pilot that the US Air Force has high hopes for, the major is like his skilled "Agile Eagle" fighter jet. They are both high-end forces temporarily assigned to the US Central Command by senior military leaders. In order to ensure the smooth attack of this former number one ace, and try to avoid the pervasive KGB infiltration and reconnaissance, the headquarters specially arranged him in a small airport that is convenient for hiding whereabouts, and transported accessories and weapons and equipment with off-road trucks and prepared them. Because the runway of the airport is too short to support ordinary fighter jets to take off and land, it is built in this temporary station in Sigas, and the only fighter jets stationed is Fisher.

As a small airport temporarily changed to military use, for this short and narrow runway outside Sivas, which is less than 600 meters long, ordinary fighter jets cannot land smoothly even if they can barely take off.

However, the length limitation of the runway is not a problem for the f-15s/mtd with a binary thrust vector control device. This model emerged to explore the short-range take-off and landing capabilities of front-line fighters; thanks to the thrust reverse device at the tail nozzle of the engine. With Major Fisher's precise control, the shortest landing distance of the "Agile Eagle" with an empty weight exceeding the prototype f-15c is less than 500 meters. It is quite appropriate to station here.

Since he arrived at Sivas Station and had been flying fighter jets to participate in the "Typhoon Operation", the combination of the major and the new fighter jets achieved an unexpected excellent record, which also made the generals of the Central Command look at him with admiration. So today, like several mornings before, after seeing the mission plan for faxes, Harold Fisher stood up from his chair and took big steps towards the "Agility Eagle" that was already roaring calmly on the runway.

"'Flying Shark', after the weapon system is checked, you can start confirming control surface manipulation."

"Okay. - Make sure the control surface is operating normally, there is no problem with the system self-test; call the 'Obelisk', I am ready to attack and request takeoff."

"'Flying Shark', here is the 'Obelisk'; currently the southwest wind is level 3, with good visibility and can take off."

Sitting in the cockpit with the hatch closed, he turned his head to see the aerodynamic surface of the landline was normal. Fisher's eyes stayed on the huge dark yellow cross on the back of the fuselage for a while. He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his chest, lowered his head to confirm that the fighter flight control and electronic system self-test was normal. With the shallow advance of the throttle valve, the engine's operation tremor came through the fuselage. He contacted the airport commander on the radio, and then prepared to fly the "Agility Eagle" to the blue sky in the north.

Today's launch attack will you meet that legendary opponent...

The rising sun was slowly rising from behind, and the warm-toned sunlight was projecting on the dark and thick fuselage of the "Agility Eagle". In the raised bubble-shaped hatch, Fisher's thinking was a little distracted; his eyes stared at the boundless sky at the other end of the runway, remembering the instructions he received a few days ago. The major, who would hang a cross every time he attacked, seemed to be trapped in his memory. He was wondering if this would be his own destiny.

Four aim-120b; four aim-9m...

The secondary fuel tank is still not carried, but it seems that he doesn't need this thing either.

Before leaving, checking the weapon loading again. Harold Fisher remembered the trip to the headquarters with a depressing atmosphere. Facing the ace pilot who came from afar, General Clark patted his broad shoulders and told him that the materials he had seen before and the creepy air combat records were all nonsense. "Caucasus Death" was not what the materials described in the materials at all.

"...Yes, young man, that Russian is not as terrible as described in the record. How can I say, this dog girl is more terrifying than written on paper! - So, are you scared by my words? But don't worry, Major: My first impression is that you are not an ordinary person, maybe the "histor" who can restrain the "God of Death".

Anyway, do it well, Major Harold Fisher!

The dignity and honor of the United States Air Force is in your hands, although I am reluctant to say such a sentence…”

The general's dull words were still in his ears; thinking of his mission, he would eventually meet the legendary "Caucasus Death" who had never really fought against him, and the major's hands were sweating slightly in the flying gloves, and the sound of a slightly rapid and heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

There is no way, a calm mind is necessary for all pilots, but recently, somehow, he needs to take a small dose of sedative before attacking to keep his mind calm.

Taking small doses of sedative drugs before air combat where intense and fierce confrontation is needed. This seems to be a completely opposite way to the general combat needs, and has also caused some concerns to the major; however, in recent days, his battle has been quite smooth and has achieved many results. Of course, there are so many of the opponents caught off guard, or because of the unexpected appearance of the "Agile Eagle", he did not intend to think so much.

In a trance, when the commander reported the weather and allowed to take off, the major skillfully relaxed the brakes and pushed the throttle forward, the two f100-pw-229 engines quickly burst out with surging thrust, and the afterburner flames at the binary rectangular tail nozzle were thin and transparent; the big black bird with canards flapping rapidly on the flat ground, and when it was almost two hundred meters away from the end of the runway, he suddenly raised his head and flew into the blue sky with a little lightness.

The powerful control and agile f-15s/mtd climbed and turned all the way, and the major's driving movements were light and skillful.

Since leaving the European battlefield a few months ago and heading to Edwards Air Force Base in southern California, long-term closed training and technical tutoring have not been in vain. Major Fisher has now figured out the temperament of the fierce horse "Agile Eagle".

In the 1990s, even if the technical level is as strong as the United States, the flight control design of ordinary fighter jets has not reached the level of "flying fire-push integration". In other words, this greatly modified F-15c, a pair of canards installed on the side strip of the intake channel is not completely automatic. It is completely different from test flight. In real air confrontation, only a very small number of veterans can realize the agility potential of the F-15s/mtd; as a technical verification aircraft that is difficult to mass production, even if it is mass-produced, there will be no one who can control it. If it weren't for the terrifying threat of "Caucasus Death", no one would have thought of putting the "Agile Eagle" that was still in the verification stage before to the front line of war.

After taking off, the disc rotated to the northeast direction, and the agile and irritable f-15s/mtd accelerated and flew forward under Fisher's control.

Sitting in the cockpit with a good vision of the "Agile Eagle", unlike the first S/Mtd modified machine before, the fighter aircraft driven by the major was modified from the single-seat F-15c, which was better than the first modified machine in terms of air weight and other indicators. Not only that, thanks to the strong power of the f100-pw-229 engine, the "Agile Eagle" air combat thrust-weight ratio, which increased a lot of structural weight, still exceeded the prototype f-15c; and with the later-installed pair of upper anti-candles (directly taken from the flat tail of the f/a-18), the maneuverability improvement effect of the fighter is very significant.

Facing the rising sun, the "Agility Eagle" with a black fuselage is moving rapidly in the clear light blue sky; on the wide dark fuselage, the dark yellow cross-shaped pattern looks quite eye-catching.
Chapter completed!