Just look at Afghanistan and you will know that even if polar bears are replaced by fighting this war, it is impossible to be as beautiful as them!

From then on, perhaps it was out of such absolute confidence that when the war in the East and West was inflamed and the war broke out, Buckhill Clark was ordered to go on a war with confidence, and wanted to make great achievements in the Russians' southern weakness. It would be best to hit the city named after the evil tyrant in one breath; however, with a full ideal, he was hit by the hideous reality and was bleeding. Now facing a catastrophic retreat, Clark took a deep breath of his pipe, letting the spicy smell circulate in his throat. He really didn't have the confidence to face all this now.

The battle situation report in front of me seemed to be soaked in blood through the smoke.

Less than 20 hours after the war started, more than 110 fighter jets were lost, which was equivalent to the air force of all fighter jets in a medium-sized country, and it disappeared in an instant. This was simply a complete nightmare!

What magic did these Russians, the dangerous people of the evil empire, use? Could it be that they have sold their souls to the devil?

Uh... Speaking of which, I sold it to the "devil"...

With endless thinking, the "devil" thought once again stinged Clark's nerves. He remembered the elusive "Caucasus Death" and the Russian madman who made him sweat in the combat command room and was furious. Yes, he called him "devil" today, but no matter what he thinks, this guy is a hundred times more terrifying than any demon-

"No! Compared with the 'Fighter Butcher', I would rather face the demons!..."

The previous conversation with the Air Force combatants, which made people's necks cold, came to my mind. Clark, who was afraid, suddenly shook his whole body, and the pipe in his hand fell heavily to the ground. He leaned forward and picked up the pipe from the ground, slowly raised his head, and glanced at the left and right with his blood-colored pupils. Facing all the people present who were silent because of fear, he said the first sentence after consciousness returned to reality.

"Who will explain to me, the Russians, what exactly did they do?"

"Uh...General, Your Excellency,"

Facing Buckhill Clark's eagle-like gaze, the intelligence officer at the table swallowed his saliva and answered with great guilt, "We got the latest technical analysis report ten minutes ago, huh... Although this is just a speculation and no decisive evidence has been found, combined with the intelligence analysis submitted by the secret service team, we have reason to think--"

"—Conclusion, Lieutenant Colonel; what I want is the conclusion, do you understand the conclusion?"

While speaking, he raised his hand and pulled out the shiny Beletta pistol from his waist, spread his palms and pressed the gun onto the table. The general's tone became more and more gentle, but the pressure brought suddenly increased:

"Don't be nervous, gentlemen; Russian tanks have not yet entered Ankara. But I sincerely hope that you can do things more quickly."

"Yes-Yes! Your Excellency General,"

Shocked by Clark's invisible majesty, and didn't know what the general was trying to pull out his gun. The intelligence officer with a pale face quickly made a long story short. The facts proved that his verbal words could be replaced by one sentence: "We believe that the Russians should have used some new type of missile; maybe it is arh (active_radar_ho, active radar guidance) type, maybe it is other types, in short, its lethality is quite considerable, and it appears very abruptly, which caught our army off guard for a while."

After saying this, seeing that the general had no special reaction, the intelligence officer turned his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at the technical officer in a regular uniform at the table. The latter probably wanted to speak, but was afraid and did not dare to interrupt. At this time, he sat up straight and raised his hand:

"General, the analysis of the intelligence department, I personally think it makes sense. - It's like that. I just talked to the young men returning to the air force this evening. From the narrative analysis collected, we now highly suspect that the Russians used some kind of "passive radar guidance weapon"; the specific technical details are explained in the materials presented to you. In short, this is not an extremely advanced or irresponsible attack method."

"……oh?"

Unlike the tragic report of the battle, I heard that the technical department had reached a conclusion so quickly. Although I didn't know whether it was reliable, Clark's mood improved slightly. He tilted his head thoughtfully to look at the technical officer:

"It's not advanced, right? No matter what your words are, what I'm interested in now is when can the countermeasures be taken out."

"Well, in this regard... we still have some preliminary analysis at the moment. Because the Russian missile weapons have not yet been obtained, it is difficult to formulate countermeasures immediately. However, according to the preliminary analysis, if the enemy really uses the "passive radar guided weapon", that is, tracking fighter radar to carry out attacks, the combat staff department has put forward a rough idea, believing that a series of corresponding evasion tactics can be formulated, and the success rate of fighting against Russian fighter jets can be improved through comprehensive drills of front-line troops.

I participated in technical analysis and formulation of these ideas, and it only took about four weeks to-"

“—Four weeks?!”

Just now, I was patient and heard the officer say such a big article. Buckhill Clark's anger was suddenly ignited by the completely outrageous time node. He raised his hand and wanted to slap the table, but he still barely suppressed his impulse, "You are telling a cold joke, Major? 'Four Weeks', what does four weeks mean? Grandpa's elm, I can't wait for four days now!"

“…”

Facing the roaring general, I felt that this time was a bit long. The technical officer shrank in his seat with an exaggerated expression. At this time, another alarm sounded in the command center. Although it was different from the screaming sirens in the city, the audience was still a little upset.

After so many years of wearing military uniforms, the soldiers of the United States never thought that one day they would be in an underground command post and hold a combat meeting as they listened to the air raid alarm that was resounding.

With super strong military strength, we have always been a big army to control air supremacy, blocking the sky, and sending groups of fighter jets to throw bombs over the enemy's heads. Now I have had such a personal experience. A group of air force personnel, including General Clark, feel a little strange. Is this a satire to them?

Amid the sound of an alarm that was not loud but really harsh, Clark put down the pipe in his hand and took a long breath as if he was hypoxia. His tone turned a little hoarse:

"'Four weeks', no;'Four days', probably not either.

Major, you and your subordinates, it is best to come up with a plan immediately: the United States does not need a perfect plan that is meticulously crafted, but a direction of action, a prospect of combat, or a hope that can regain confidence.

Do you understand what I said, Major?"

...

The sun sets and rises again, and it is another day when war spreads.

After a night when many people stayed up all night, until the sky was bright and the sun spread on the stretching land of Asia Minor. The NATO coalition forces, which were attacked at night, were still beaten everywhere on the front line, surviving in the short gap between blood and fire.

However, it is different from the guns and rains on the front line. In the cool autumn and the air is clear and the wind is light, Long Yun, who was sleeping in a lazy state, woke up in a daze. He did not see the direct sunlight coming in from the window. He tilted his head and saw that there was no one on the big bed except him, so he thought of touching the watch on the bedside to see what time he had slept.

The second day of "anti-radiation combat" was completely different from the previous tense and fierce fighting rhythm. He actually slept in the barracks until nine o'clock in the morning, and did not hear the battle alarm, and no one came to call himself out. What was this situation?

He got up and washed his clothes and washed his face. When Long Yun looked in the mirror, he was still thinking, could it be that yesterday's strategic counterattack was going too smoothly, and the Americans were now overturned to the ground by a stick and could not move. Even with the 237 Fighter Air Force Air Regiment, they would have no combat missions, as long as they choose the attack period themselves? If that's what it said, it proves that the battle situation on the front line is going smoothly, then the most intense firefighting place should be the Soviet Union's Transcaucasus border. It is estimated that the NATO coalition forces would not have the intention to infiltrate the air strikes to the north again.

He traveled to the parallel world in the middle of the night and was very concerned about the situation of the Southern War Zone. Long Yun hurriedly ate the breakfast that Valentina placed on the table, and went to the 237th Regiment headquarters. He obtained first-hand information from the communications officers' fax from the Southern War Zone Command.

As a major general of the VVS aviation force, Long Yun now has become a "foreign personnel" of the Southern Theater Command. He stuffed a stack of top-secret information into a kraft paper bag, put it in his armpit and returned to his residence. He closed the door and studied it carefully for a while, and then happily stretched his body on the backrest chair and stretched his waist happily.

As expected, the "anti-radiation combat" hit the NATO coalition indeed stunned the NATO coalition.

The Caucasus, who fought non-stop, could of course not be broadcast in real time, and the statistics may not be accurate, but a rough picture can still be seen between the lines.

From the launch of a large counterattack in the Southern War Zone, only one day has passed since. The "Rostov" front that quickly moved south has reached its scheduled attack position, and together with the "Transcaucasus" front that regrouped as a vanguard, assaulting the south in depth, quickly interspersed in multiple combat areas, annihilated several unexpected NATO coalition troops on the ground.
Chapter completed!