Subconsciously, he thought that these two comrades were in trouble. Qi Hui, who was born casual, didn't worry about it for too long. What he thought of was who would be the guy who fell into the Dragon Cloud's two-player machine? Perhaps besides ecja, they were the sinister Israelites?

If this is true, then the strategy of action for these guys is very simple, that is, to act as a large aircraft group as possible, so that even if the opponent is willing to provoke, you must consider the political impact of the outbreak of large-scale air conflicts and whether it can destroy all of them to destroy all the evidence of action.

After all, shooting down one or two fighter jets can be said to be "miss attacked", but Hulala's large number of fighter jets were "miss attacked". This is to think that others are idiots!

It was related to the safety of the two pilots, and Qi Hui's action plan was quickly approved.

Just in the afternoon of that day, the 3rd_ihfs of several su-27sk/skm fighter jets were collected to carry out a large-scale air cruise operation in the Syrian no-fly zone, searching over the areas suspected of falling "Red Dragon" and "Gevas".

During the operation, the Nata pilots unexpectedly did not encounter "Middle East Urban Management" fighter jets such as ecja and alsa. During this period, they had a brief exchange of fire with a small group of Syrian rebel fighter jets running around. They were sure that they would not suffer any losses if they crashed. However, compared with the pretty good air combat situation, the purpose of searching for missing pilots was not achieved. The radio detection system has not found the rescue beacon signal issued by the Nata personnel, which made all pilots performing the mission feel a little depressed.

Although the beacon signal was not received, it may be that the pilots actively closed it to avoid exposing the target. It may also indicate that the "Red Dragon" and "Gevas" were unfortunately killed in the battle, and the beacon was destroyed by impacts such as explosions; or they had been arrested by Liberal rebels on the ground. The beacon also lost its function.

Unable to find it in the sky, the disappointed Nata fighter jets lingered for a long time, but could only return in formation.

Searching around but not finding traces of "Chinlong" and others, this is actually not surprising at all, because the position where Long Yun finally ejected had crossed the "Syrian No Fly Zone" and entered the sky above the small town of Sukna, a hinterland in Syria.

As the sun sets, just as the 3rd_ihfs large-scale search and rescue operation ends, on the vast and continuous highlands in southwestern Syria, a two-story house in the suburbs of Sukhna. The new Arab Tactical Air Force pilot "Child Dragon" who came here in a "Hummer" car was sitting at a slightly old wooden table, swallowing up the food on the plate in front of him.

After encountering the "strong wind", Long Yun's luck was quite good this time.

Due to the fierce battle, he consumed his physical strength seriously and was greatly overloaded by the acceleration of the seat from the body. Long Yun, who had lost consciousness during the landing, recovered from his awakening before falling to the ground. After he reluctantly adjusted his posture, he completed a fairly appropriate parachute landing without spraining the joints of his body. Of course, some contusions that rolled down in a mess are still inevitable.

At a height of about one thousand meters, the landing process was actually only a few dozen seconds. However, after landing, it still felt that physical strength was difficult to support. Long Yun, who was in black in front of him, lay on the ground for a while, groping to relieve the parachute and take off the bloated anti-load suit that was in the way.

He slowly sat up and took off his flying helmet, looked up at the high sky that had been passing through the moment before. Long Yun didn't know how long it had passed. In short, he could neither see nor hear the confrontation and pursuit of the fighter planes, including where the red No. 19 landline that he had been shot and fell. If he hadn't turned around and looked around, he could vaguely find a pillar of black smoke rising from the distant horizon, he would not be able to figure it out now.

Alas, have you been knocked back to the ground now?

Fortunately, he escaped from the cannon of the "Jinfeng" attacking the plane, but lost the landline without any surprise. Long Yun in the cold wind did not care about anything more. While moving his wrists and ankles to check whether his body was seriously injured, he began to observe the surrounding environment nervously.

Now for him, there is a problem that must be clarified, that is, "Where is this?"

Naturally, the place where he fell was undoubtedly in Syria, but the problem is that the country is now trapped in a full-scale civil war. As for whether the land where he was ejected from the parachute, whether it is now controlled by the Damascus government or the Liberal rebels entrenched in Aleppo, this is a matter of life and death for Long Yun.

For a pilot who is not good at fighting, it is not a good thing to fall on Liberal land.

After sitting on the hard and cold dry grass slope for a while, feeling that his health was in good condition. Long Yun got up and packed up parachutes and other debris. He listened to the surroundings without noticed the obvious sound of the car engine. So he pulled out a dagger and dug it on the ground with weeds and slightly undulating soil slopes, hurriedly buried these items that were easy to reveal their identity and whereabouts.

Having experienced a crash in a parallel world before, Long Yun was much more skillful in handling this time.

After completing the trace cover in a few seconds, he wiped the blade on his clothes, Long Yun inserted the dagger back into the sheath, raised his hand to take out the gun from his waist, and pulled the sleeve of the Bereta 92f pistol, confirming that there was a bullet in the chamber, and the mechanism movement was basically normal. After checking around, he did not find any place to cover his body, and he couldn't help frowning. However, he immediately thought that the strategy of "avoiding and waiting for assistance near the crash site" was not suitable for him. Since it was a parachuting in the inland Syria, he might not be able to count on the search and rescue of the New Party ground troops.

In short, it is important to get out of here as soon as possible, but where should we run to?

Walking in the wild grassland with the cold wind, Long Yun just roughly identified the location, and before he could figure out where he fell, a group of soldiers who came to search for him appeared on the horizon in the distance and decided on the direction of his escape.

In this situation, if an ordinary person falls into a foreign country, he will probably only be in a daze and surrender. However, Long Yun's superpower plays a role in the vast and sparsely populated central Syria. He does not need to see the logos on the two off-road vehicles or identify the military uniforms of the ride-hailing people. It can be concluded by vaguely conscious activities that these guys who are driving over are all Syrian rebels.

Damn it, did you jump into the Liberal Party’s controlled area?

Looking back on the battle before the crash, Long Yun felt that he was trying to fly east as much as possible, at least hundreds of kilometers. Unexpectedly, he still landed on the rebel territory. It is probably not too far from the Syrian capital Damascus. He really didn't expect that the Liberal Party in this country had already captured such a large occupied area.

In the northwest direction, the terrain is high, and the population is concentrated in Syria on the western coast. The large area of ​​land in the east is still good, but there are not many residents. Long Yun lowered his body and moved along the slope, and hid in a complex terrain with rocks next to him. With super powers, he didn't need to look at the rebels' off-road vehicle to know how far away the rebels' off-road vehicle was. He nervously held the Bereta 92f in his hand. Long Yun looked up and looked at the clear sky at noon. This weather was an excellent condition for the search operation. He felt that his current situation was simply terrible.

Among so many forms of land warfare, the battle to capture parachuting air crews is probably the least suspenseful contest.

As a top pilot who is good at air combat, no matter how many strong enemies you encounter in the sky, you can at least try with your skills and courage. However, when you go to the ground, the bullets like locusts do not need guidance, and they don’t have eyes at all. The number of guns in battles can often determine the outcome of a battle. No matter how powerful a single soldier is, he cannot fight against a large group of ordinary enemies everywhere.

Hiding his figure behind a large rock, Long Yun raised his hand to fumble on the spare magazine in his pocket. He felt that with the Beretta pistol in his hand, a total of thirty rounds of ammunition, if all of them could deal with these approaching Liberal patrols, it would be possible in Hollywood blockbusters.

I wonder how many people I will be caught in this crash?

Under the warmth of the noon sun, feeling the cold and dryness of the Middle East inland, and being in a strange feeling of being both hot and cold, Long Yun could clearly feel that the consciousness activity in the east was approaching. These rebel soldiers probably received a temporary order and took a car, at least about a dozen people. After getting such an enemy situation, he immediately gave up his plan to rush out and fight hard, or turn around and run westward. A pistol could never compete with the grenades and assault rifles in the hands of soldiers, not to mention that the off-road vehicle might also be equipped with heavy machine guns and rocket launchers.

The ejection in Syria where he was unfamiliar with his life, and the government military personnel he could have been counted on were gone. Long Yun, who fell into the Liberal Party controlled area, knew that everything was only up to him now. He barely calmed his breath and took a break in the shadow behind the rocks, while planning his next action.

How did I escape from the last time I crashed?

Or, on the Caucasus, I was ambushed on the way back to Stavropol, so what was going on at that time?
Chapter completed!