As usual for a few days, the old faces in command of these naval fighters are still the ones who commanded these naval fighters.

Just as a large number of fighter planes flying over the sky, Lieutenant Colonel Sean Phelps, who was flying the F-14D "Super Cat" and his comrades, was dispatched to command the VFA-11 "Red Wild Boar" squadron, looked around the sky in the cockpit, and kept flying in formation on both sides of the left and right sides. The bright red tail wings looked particularly eye-catching against the blue sky. Seeing this scene, Lieutenant Colonel was a little blurred and lost his mind.

How many times has this been the first time since I followed the aircraft carrier to the Mediterranean and got involved in the battle in the Southern War Zone?

If it weren't for the war, flying your beloved fighter plane under the blue sky and white clouds would probably be a very pleasant and pleasant experience.

Thinking of the crazy air battles in recent days and the long-rumored rumor that the navy had been rumored that "the coalition is planning to land on the Balkans", Lieutenant Colonel Phelps turned his head in the cockpit with a confused look on his face. To be honest, he really had no good feelings for the rumor that would often be confirmed when he was spreading. Isn't that right? Faced with the Balkan countries with strong folk customs and large army stationed, there was a fence-grabbing Italy in the middle. If the senior navy generals were not dazed, they should directly reject such combat arrangements, even if it was an order from the Pentagon?

Speaking of which, the commander of the fleet, Major General Lawrence, judging from his several dealings, seems to be a very pragmatic naval officer-at least he did not let himself drive a nuclear-carrying "Super Caucasian Death" like Mark Mitchell...

In the face of fierce battle, Lieutenant Colonel remembered the last nuclear bomb crisis. He intuitively felt a chill. Perhaps this was a fear of unknown fate.

Thinking of the emergence of nuclear weapons, he was afraid that the war would lose control. In fact, this problem was not just about him.

Late on the first night of the decisive battle, the three armed generals who directly commanded the "typhoon" operation in the underground base of the Central Command of the United States, including General Clark and others, were also facing the same problem. After receiving the top secret materials presented by the communication team, the commanders looked at the long table and looked at it, and their expressions were also a bit of solemn.

This analysis report from the Pentagon is not described for a long time, but the final conclusion can be reported to the front-line combat command personnel of the Central Command. Of course, it is limited to a few general-level talents.

In the report, after listing a large amount of relevant data and sorting it out, the war situation in the south since the outbreak of the war was analyzed and studied based on this. By examining the overall power comparison between the two sides of the war, especially the comparison of strategic nuclear forces, the report finally gave a cautious and optimistic conclusion, namely, "Even if the coalition forces successfully complete the 'typhoon' operation and the forward advance to the front line of Rostov-Astrakhan, the Warsaw Pact Group's strategic response should be quite cautious; at present, there is no risk of a nuclear war breaking out or tactical nuclear weapons being invested in the battle."

“‘No risk yet’…is it?”

I read the secret report expressionlessly, but in fact, some of the contents mentioned in it were already expected. General Clark's sharp eyes swept across everyone. He stayed on the face of the Joint Chief of Staff at the head of the conference table for a moment:

"Anyway, let's let's fight, there's nothing to worry about; such a simple and straightforward fact. Rand Company and the CIA members are going to make it look like magic in the secret room. - Ha! I knew this early in the morning, 'let the world enter a nuclear winter filled with radiant dust', and no one can have such courage, even the Russians who are bullshit."

"Your Excellency General, maintaining rationality and making careful decisions in the face of any complex situation is the only way to strive for final victory."

"To win, you have to fight bloody battles, this is the motto I believe in."

Perhaps because of his seniority and extremely strong person, General Clark, who had a cold face, raised his hand and waved it, said something that seemed very choking, and then continued his own high-profile talk: "Of course, I don't want to just do it, but now everyone can understand that these Russians are about to be unable to withstand it! - Mr. Douglas, the Fourth Marine Division, and the 101st Air Assault Division's successful battle in Kutaisi, I think you must know better than anyone else; as long as we give us two or three days, the young men of the Air Force will continue to attack with high profile as always, throwing bombs from the Free World one by one at the heads of Ivans!

If the Russian mechanized troops in the Transcaucasus were eliminated, the second phase of combat operations could be launched immediately. It was that simple, right?”

Speaking of this, the general turned his head and turned to the staff of the 82nd Airborne Division, who was sitting on his right hand in a well-equipped military uniform:

"The airborne troops are ready for combat, right, Brigadier General Halsey?"

"Yes, General! The 82nd Division is fully equipped and the transport fleet has completed its preparations and can take action immediately."

Seeing that Brigadier Halsey cooperated to make a promise, probably because he felt that this Caucasian tug-of-war finally showed the dawn of victory, General Clark's face turned rosy, as if the fatigue and busyness of many days had disappeared suddenly. However, just when he looked at the Chief of Staff with great smugness, making the latter's face strangely lingering, a general in a white military uniform across the long table suddenly broke the silence and spoke loudly with a hoarse voice:

"It's so exciting! What a good young man, but I must confirm on behalf of the navy that when will the rumored "storm" combat operation landing on the Balkans be implemented?

You should know that since I learned about this operation, I have fully ordered a inventory of the oil and ammunition reserves on the "Voege" and "Eisenhower" to save the use of the units. And now a part of the amphibious fleet is still conducting landing drills and combat preparations in the waters near Benghazi. The young men of the Marine Corps stay on the ship every day, and they feel very bored. When will the Pentagon give an order to let the glorious Marines cross the winding and rugged Balkan coastline?

I said Douglas, I, a veteran of the battlefield, are now in a state of indignation, and the old problem of headaches is about to be broken again! When I think of the damn Red Party entrenched in Greece, I wish I could join the battle as soon as possible. Hasn’t there any news from the above?"

"Ah... the 'storm' operation?"
Chapter completed!