In the vast Black Sea sky, Sukhoi fighters painted in blue and white camouflage and with large red five-pointed stars on their wings sped through, leaving behind only a white mist of sonic boom clouds, followed by a distant roar.

While continuing to drive the afterburner to accelerate forward, and at the same time turning on the radar to the single scan mode, the thoughts in Long Yun's mind were quite clear at this time.

-- Jamming aircraft should be tested, and air combat should of course be done to the best of course; If the interference pod really worked, he could go straight into the enemy line and kill: except for a batch of R-27 assaults beyond visual range, the four R-73s mounted under the wings were not frightening fire sticks!

Long Yun, who rushed forward, was full of confidence at this time; And behind him, his comrades-in-arms were already loaded with live ammunition.

Not far behind the Red 17th with a wide afterburner and a bright tail flame, the fighters of the 237th Regiment led by Kamenev also continued to climb higher, preparing to launch an R-27 salvo after Long Yun rushed into the enemy formation and disrupted the deployment of the Yankees, and used a condescending dense platoon of guns to clean up the "Eagle" blocking the road over the Black Sea.

Seeing the target echo representing the Longyun landline gradually appearing on the radar display in front of him, Kamenev knew that he was continuing to accelerate, so he was detected by the N001 Doppler radar, and while admiring Viktor's courage, he also sweated for him.

Even if he is the number one trump card of the Red Air Force, is it too risky to rush forward without regard to a single thing?

After confirming once again that the IFF system of the Longyun landline was working properly, Kamenev secretly decided to launch a missile salvo as soon as he approached the firing distance of the R-27R missile, so as to provide Viktor with the most powerful fire support possible!

Breaking away from the brigade and charging ahead, Long Yun's abnormal forward momentum really attracted the attention of the enemy in front of him.

In the sky not far from the southern shore of the Black Sea, the 30th Air Wing from the United States, equipped with F-15Cs, is a cutting-edge combat force from the 30th Air Wing, which is preparing to meet the enemy.

The pilots, who had just crossed the ocean to Turkey a week earlier, and who had not yet become accustomed to the near-Mediterranean climate and Turkish shochu, electric tricycles, and the mysterious, veil-clad woman of Muslin, who had fought a few tough battles with the Russians, put away their rejoicing and indulged in the terrible conjectures of war.

The 30th Fighter Wing, which has been stationed in the United States for a long time, was originally equipped with old F-16A fighters; The unit was supposed to be moved to the south of England and engaged in a brutal aerial tug-of-war over the Channel with the morale-boosting Russian Eighteenth Air Army, before it was confirmed that it would be transferred to the caucasus.

After a few days of fighting, the boys from Connecticut and Iowa had not been happy for a few days when they discovered that the madness of the Russians was completely irrespective of place and occasion, and that their style of play in the Caucasus was clearly very violent and perverted.

Of course, the young people who were infected by the spirit of "Top Gun" and joined the military were not intimidated by the crazy Ivans, but the terrible news from the other wings made them feel uncomfortable.

- The terrible pilot named Viktor, whose name sounded like a vampire, and the number one ace of the Russian Air Force with nearly thirty shot down records, had moved from Central Europe to the battlefield; Piloting the stupid and clumsy fighter plane of the Russians, that "fighter butcher" shot down three F-15Cs in one battle two days ago, and now he is driving the "Flanker" ambush in the mysterious sky of the Caucasus!

It's suffocatingly powerful, isn't it?

Deep fear often appeared in the dreary atmosphere of combat discussions, and it was even more ambushed in the hearts of all the pilots participating in the war; Every time they find a lone echo signal on the radar, they will jump out and scare them fiercely.

Like what...... Just like today!

Sitting in the cockpit of the F-15 Eagle, staring at the bright echoes on the radar display, the pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Neal Jefferson, already had beads of sweat on his face.

Since turning on the radar and discovering the enemy plane on the opposite side, he didn't need a reminder from the rear command center, and he had already guessed in horror who this guy who came out of the crowd and broke away from the large army and killed him directly, it was likely to be.

The height is six thousand five, the distance is seventy, and the target speed is one five three five, this guy ...... What does he want to do?

Struggling to break free from the inexplicable panic and put the legend of "Ivan the Terrible" behind him, Lieutenant Colonel Jefferson gave orders to the rest of the squadron on the radio, switched radar mode and stared at the menacing target, preparing to launch a missile salvo as soon as the supersonic guy entered the shooting distance of the "Sparrow", and then rushed to deal with the Russian planes swarming behind.

Unlike offensive operations in the Caucasus, air supremacy over the Black Sea does not belong to the NATO bloc, and fighters of the 30th Air Wing are deployed in the airspace close to the coastline, mainly to guard against the ubiquitous Russian fighter-bomber attacks.

A massive strike like today's, Jefferson, judging from the experience imparted by friendly forces, should be a prelude to an air strike by the Russians; They must drive away the Russian fighters attacking the vanguard before the Russian fighter-bombers swarm in and try to penetrate the NATO air interception line, or Ankara's safety will be in question again.

In the blink of an eye, the range readings on the radar display are still decreasing, and the AN/APG-63 radar has already intercepted the target parameters, and now it is just waiting for the adversary to continue to rush forward until the AIM-7M missile's seeker can receive a target echo sufficient to provide guidance!

Shooting head-on at a straight sprint target is really easy for the F-15!

But...... The more he saw this on the radar, the more Jefferson felt a little bottomless.

It was indeed very suspicious that such an enemy plane, which had no tactical maneuver and no cover around it, was indeed very suspicious - according to his guess, it was either a rookie who had come to his death by recklessness or a cunning bait of the Russians. Or maybe it's that person......

Hum! It doesn't matter where he came from, anyway, a salvo of missiles will be clear!

Hearing the familiar tick of the seeker capturing the target, Jefferson immediately ordered his wingman to also synchronously lock onto the bright target on the radar, and then immediately launched a salvo of four AIM-7Ms.

While pressing the launch button, Jefferson glanced at the radar ranging information: the target is 42 kilometers away, is it too early to launch an attack?

Feeling the sweat in his palms in his gloves, he ordered another group of twin planes in the formation to lock on to the target and launch four AIM-7Ms while maintaining radar irradiation; With the light of fire and smoke, the missiles launched one after another broke away from the fuselage and accelerated away with bright tail flames.

The large-scale air confrontation that is about to break out over the Black Sea began with a salvo of missiles from the Americans!

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