The night dispersed, and a ray of sunlight in the early morning lit up the sky at the Kherson base.

As the sun rises over the horizon, the huge airbase gradually becomes busy, and every day in the big war is extremely tense, and it seems that this is the case today.

With the roar of the tractor's motor, one after another heavy fighters with graceful lines left the reinforced hangar; The pilots on combat readiness duty are fully dressed, and the ground crew pilots are skillfully busy around the fighters. On the dark green Ural-4320 fuel tanker, the hard-working oil pump was roaring, and the milky white missiles painted with black circles on the trailer were mounted one by one under the broad wing surface of the blue-gray fighter.

Facing the rising sun, these martial artists were shining slightly, like a long knife with a sharp handle, and their bodies were filled with a strong desire to tear the skin of the enemy plane.

After another sleepless night, a new day of air battles is about to begin in the southern sky.

However, unlike the stormy fighting of the previous two days, the activities of NATO's tactical air force in the past few days have not been frequent, and the intensity of sorties of the 224 fighter aviation regiment has not been great, so it has gained valuable respite for correction.

In the stormy battle that took place the day before yesterday, although the NATO air forces that were dispatched from the nest had achieved great results, they were also attacked head-on by the front-line air forces of the Warsaw Pact and suffered unprecedented heavy losses. Unlike the mutual victory and defeat in the eastern Caucasus sky of the theater of operations, over the Black Sea with US Navy fighters, the "Flanker" fighter plane piloted by the "Caucasus Reaper" Viktor Rezenov suddenly appeared, and the number of fighters shot down in front and rear reached a terrible double digit, including three expensive and extraordinarily valuable "Lancers"; Face the threat of death flashing in the storm. The NATO fighters who rushed to the battle suffered heavy losses. In the post-war statistical report, the results achieved by the "Grim Reaper" alone were set at eleven. Not to mention the "Scythe Fulcrum" that appeared over the Turkish Straits the next day, and from the fearful accounts of the surviving Turkish pilots, it is not difficult to find out who the person who took control of the MiG to shoot down five "Fighting Falcons" will be.

In just two days, after an unprecedented scale of chaotic fighting in the rain, the generals of the US Central Command were horrified to find that the boys of the free world had killed more than 30 Warsaw Pact fighters in two days, but their own losses were also as high as 39!

Kill 800 enemies. Isn't it terrible enough to lose a thousand yourself?

No, there's something more terrible than that.

If you take a closer look at this battle report, of all the confirmed losses, the "Caucasian Reaper" records the downfall of 40 percent of the total; In other words, Viktor Rezenov alone completed nearly half of the combat missions of the Warsaw Pact Southern Theater Air Force alone, and it is inconceivable that with the power of just one person, the NATO/Warsaw Pact fighter exchange ratio was forced back from 1:16 to 1:1!

In the face of such a terrible situation, no commander will be calm as usual. There was a rare lull in the skies in the Southern Theater, though perhaps only a brief break in the intensity of the fighting.

It's today. It was dawn and it was not early, and the man who single-handedly caused the situation in the air in the south, Viktor Rezenov, was still sleeping in the barracks of the troops at the Kherson base.

Since yesterday afternoon, Long Yun set off from Odessa and rushed to Dnipropetrovsk, hundreds of kilometers away, an important town in southern Ukraine located at the northern head of the Kakhovka reservoir with a long name, Long Yun first attended a combat meeting in the city, and then returned to Kherson by car in the middle of the night.

In the past few days, he has been fighting with bumps and not enough rest, and Long Yun has been sleeping in bed until almost noon; Subconsciously feeling that there was someone beside him, he reached out and pulled out P228 under the pillow like lightning, but only heard a panicked exclamation:

"Ahh

What, what?

Having just woken up from his sleep, Long Yun couldn't figure out the situation at all, he fixed his eyes on the girl in front of him, and then determined that he was still in the Kherson base in the parallel world. Aphrola Terzhinskaya, the girl walked into the house lightly, wanting to see if he had woken up, but was startled by the gun in the man's hand; Seeing the girl standing in front of her with a pale face, Long Yun hurriedly stuffed the gun back under the pillow:

"Ah, Ms. Zzerzhinskaya......"

"Sorry, did I wake you up? I—I'm here...... I'm here to bring you something to eat......"

Seeing Long Yun, who was sleepy-eyed and clearly a little confused, Aurora smiled but pointed to the plate on the table. Seeing that the man in front of her was sitting on the bed wearing only a vest, she lowered her eyes shyly, but she didn't have any other reaction, but took the clothes that were thrown aside and let Long Yun wear them.

After getting dressed and sitting at the table, he took a cup and drank a few sips of light black tea, Long Yun's stomach was already growling, he pulled over the chair and asked Aurora to sit down and eat together, and then unceremoniously feasted; After gobbling up, seeing that the girl next to him was still a little reserved, he suddenly remembered his comrade-in-arms, Boris Dzerzhinsky, the acting political commissar of the 224th regiment who drove the white nineteen to attack side by side, what happened to this air warrior?

"Uh, Ms. Dzerzhinskaya—"

"Comrade Major General, you can just call me 'Aurora', is that okay? Also, about my father's situation, I only learned yesterday that his plane was hit and that it was up to you to get out, I ...... I don't know how to thank you enough......"

"Ahh

Aurora's thanks made Long Yun feel a little ashamed, after all, the rescue work was not his share, and he was just venting his anger on the Turkish "Fighting Falcon" in the sky. And as a combat member of the Red Air Force, he felt that some things must be explained, even if the audience was just a young girl:

"Aurora, don't you thank me for this, if you can't even cover for each other and take care of each other on the battlefield, then what kind of comrade-in-arms are you? It's a bit of a cliché to say, but it's something I should do. -- Anyway, how is your father, will he be able to return to the regiment soon? ”

"En......"

Hearing Long Yun's two words and feeling that what he said was very reasonable, Aurora's gratitude did not fade at all, but at the mention of her father, the girl's expression became a little gloomy: "That's the case, Comrade Major General, my father is now in the front-line hospital in Bulgaria, and I can't visit him immediately, so ...... I'm a little anxious. I heard on the phone that my father injured his spine because of his parachute jump, and although it was fine, he may not be able to fly a fighter plane in the future. (To be continued......)