In short, after spending a whole day in the data set covering all registered or unregistered populations in the Soviet Union, the data of suspected persons automatically screened out by the program was placed on the desk of the agent's office. After a brief manual comparison and verification, Valentina, who received the message, told Long Yun that the old friend he was looking for was now a researcher in an affiliated research institute at Moscow University:

"...Anyway, this is the case, and the name and appearance are in line with each other; of course, I'm afraid I'll have to wait until you return to Moscow to confirm."

"Oh, OK! Valia, this is thanks to your sketch."

Thinking of that ambiguous night, Valentina hurriedly drew a sketch of appearance, Long Yun nodded and thanked her, thinking that he might not be wrong now, that is to say, when he returns to Moscow next time, he will not only be busy with other things, but also match the two young men, "Sophia Kochakina" and "Vladimir Pukin".

Let your mother-in-law and father-in-law know each other in a parallel world. In order to ensure that the history of the real world will not go wrong, it is also confusing to think about it.

And following this clue, Long Yun couldn't help but feel a chaotic mind: what he was thinking now was that if the events in this parallel world were related to him, it might have some impact on reality, then "Sophia" and "Vladimir" really came together. If they had a next generation...ah, this seems to have to be there, then does this descendant still have to be a girl? What would happen if it were a boy?

Ahh, if you think so, it would be terrifying!

In order to ensure that the history of the real world is not overturned, the terrible prospect of "lovers suddenly become boys" shocked Long Yun and even had a hint of doubt about his previous actions. By the way, bringing a young girl like Sophia to Moscow and introducing her to her partner, will this really help reality? He is not so sure now. Moreover, thinking of the terrible prospect of "gender replacement" with half-to-half probability of occurrence, he remembered Su Xue's clear and innocent brown pupils, which did not look like the descendants of a couple of green pupils. If that were said, what else would be strange about it?

Thinking of this, Long Yun felt that these things could only be thought about slowly by himself, and it was not enough to be told by outsiders. It is important to confirm the identity of "friend" first, so he subconsciously asked:

"Oh. Then is this 'Vladimir Pukin'. He is also a KGB agent?"

“…Agent?”

When he heard Victor's muttering question, Valentina widened her eyes in surprise, "No, why did you ask this? Did he say anything to you before? Please, the size of the committee is very large, but it is impossible to just catch someone and be an agent. Our staffing, oh no, our staffing is not as generous as this level.

This Vladimir is a member of an ordinary university research institute and is also engaged in archaeology. It is a very remote research direction."

"Do you do archaeology..."

Contrary to the situation just now, the person with wide eyes and a surprised look on his face was replaced by Long Yun. He had guessed his identity as his father-in-law in a parallel world before. It would not be surprising if it wasn't for the KGB, but he could not guess after thinking about it that this Vladimir Pukin was actually an archaeological researcher!

Thinking about his future father-in-law, standing in the ruins of unknown era, he was a little confused. He felt that everything he encountered was becoming more and more bizarre and strange.

Well, no matter what, since you have found the real owner, Moscow will bring Sofia to talk about it another day!

The Bulgarian beauty who came to her door should be easy to do...

When Long Yun heard the news of Valentina's report, he felt his mind was muddy now. He stood up staggeringly and asked the agent to rest early. Then he slowly walked out of the barracks and went to the office building of the regiment headquarters, but his mind was still thinking about some trivial matters in the real world.

Thinking of himself in the real world, he should have traveled through the South Asian subcontinent in the night on flight tg615. After calling, Long Yun returned to bed after he wanted to end the journey and return to reality. However, after thinking about the fact that he had to continue traveling west after the flight arrived in Hong Kong, entering Iraq, which was also full of war, he suddenly felt a little tired and gave up his thoughts.

In this way, both sides are always fighting, but what can people do?

Let’s just stay in this weird parallel world for the time being, and then stabilize the Caucasus battle situation. Then look back and search for the mysterious aircraft in the Middle East sky.

...

The pace of war will not stop once it is taken.

After a week of fighting, as the second phase of the "Typhoon" operation is about to begin, the battle situation in the Southern War Zone has entered a critical moment of deciding the outcome.

In the long front line of the Caucasus that stretched for hundreds of kilometers, hundreds of thousands of troops of the NATO group made a fierce attack in the previous week, fighting fiercely with the Soviet Ninth Army and the Seventh Army of the Guards who were stationed in the Caucasus. With the cooperation of high-intensity air support and long-range fire strikes, the NATO front-line troops, who were the spearhead of the attack, advanced to the north, and the front line moved from the border to the north for dozens of kilometers to two hundred kilometers.

The situation is different from Yerevan, the capital of the Armenian Republic, which has not been able to capture for a long time and has not yet been completely occupied. The Western Front, with the US Fourth Marine Division and Turkish troops as the main force, has been progressing smoothly in the past few days. After capturing Kutaisi, they can attack the eastward with just one more effort and attacking the eastward, and they can advance all the way to the capital of the Georgian Republic, Tbilisi, which stands with a tall bronze statue of Stalin. And on this road of war, there is also a small town where fighting is in full swing. Joseph Visarionovich Stalin's hometown is in an unprecedentedly fierce tug-of-war battle, which is obviously of great significance to both sides of the war.

For NATO, which has encountered fierce resistance in the Transcaucasus and is still out of reach, if it can defeat this very significant small town in Georgia, it will be a resource that can be hyped in propaganda and political offensive.

The three Soviet republics of the Transcaucasus were actually quite limited in significance to the huge Soviet Union, but once this undulating and rich land was used as a springboard, NATO's high-mobile forces could attack northward across the Caucasus Mountains. The huge NATO tactical air force could even use a large number of newly captured field airports to include the Don River, the lower Volga River basin, which is the core area of ​​the Red Empire, into the strike range.

In short, there is no choice between attack and defense for this protracted battle; whether to win or escape, everything will be answered in the next few days.

On the morning of the day when the decisive battle came, a blood-colored sun slowly rose on the vast and vast land.

The cold wind suddenly rose and the sky was bright. Facing the golden sunshine at 8:30 in the morning, the air bases spread across the Caucasus had already begun to be busy and prepared for the upcoming large-scale air combat.

Three hundred kilometers north of the front line, inside the Soviet Air Force advance base on the outskirts of Pyatygorsk, there was also a busy scene next to the airport runway: accompanied by the buzzing of the motor of the tractor, the green camouflage-painted MiG-29m fighter jets were pulled out of the warehouse, and the milky white R-73m missiles on the mount truck were hung under the wings of the war eagle one by one; the ural-4320 truck transporting the auxiliary fuel tank shuttled back and forth on the road, the Kamas refueling truck dragging one hoses, and the oil pump was working hard to fill the fighter jets with fuel.

Like the friendly forces deployed at nearby airports, the 390th Regiment of the Soviet Air Force Frontline Air Force stationed at the Pyatygorsk base is about to take off. The pilots who were ready for combat took electric vehicles to the hangar and prepared to board the fighter jets that were ready.

After several previous theoretical study and practical training, the young men who have mastered the combat tasks they have to take on, jumped off the station and entered a row. On the one hand, they also carefully saw the appearance of the gray missiles mounted under the fighter wings - the R-27r, with light gray low-visuality coating, two missiles that seem innovative, one left and one right, but made every pilot realize that in the face of the American Aim-120b missile, the days of enduring unfavorable exchange ratios are about to pass; in today's battle, they will challenge the enemy with brand new weapons, and use unexpected combat methods to give the NATO Tactical Air Force a big surprise.

The r-27r, anti-radiation guided air-to-air missile, is different from the Aim-120b, which requires mid-section command correction, which is a powerful air combat weapon that is autonomously searched throughout the whole process and does not require the care of the aircraft!

Of course that said, there is also a prerequisite for using r-27p/ep missiles in combat, that is, the opponent must always keep the radar on, but this condition is naturally very easy to satisfy for the NATO Air Force, which has reached an addictive level of combat relying on electronic equipment.

Next to the airport runway, the commander of the 390 frontline fighter jet who was wearing an anti-Dutch suit and was preparing to lead the team to attack was standing in front of the young men who were ready to fight.

On such a special day when all members attacked and decided their victory or defeat, as the commander of the aviation regiment and the vanguard who took off to kill the enemy, the colonel's regiment commander's expression was still calm; with a sharp look of expectation, he swept over the excited faces of his pair of faces, and then the colonel slowly raised his hand and saluted these lovely comrades and young men.

The Lieutenant Colonel's voice was extremely loud when he clamped his flight helmet:
Chapter completed!