The furious dragon is slaughtering wantonly!

Angry deaths, glittering fires tear through the sky.

The sky seemed to tremble, and firelight and debris burst out in all directions, reflecting the terrifying figure with the bright red five-pointed star!

The frightened NATO pilots were completely oppressed by this momentum, and their fighters flew everywhere, their shooting targets were completely untargeted, and how could the "rattlesnakes" flying like headless flies pose the slightest threat to this furious MiG dragon?

Red No. 13 was like a sharp blade shuttling through the flaming sky, splitting large groups of enemy planes into lifeless fragments; The NATO aircraft fleet, which was originally killed in groups, was ruthlessly cut off by the sharpness of the MiG like an ethereal cloud. The panicked battle is completely out of order, the chaotic NATO fighters are just a pitiful trick in the flying dragon, and the only meaning of their existence at this moment is to turn into nothingness in that brilliant explosion!

vertical and horizontal assault, like a ghost; The desperate dance of life and death stimulates everyone's nerves.

This is the MiG of the Dragon!

This is the legendary Red Thirteen!

This is the Red Air Force of the Soviet Union, which never gives up and moves forward bravely!

Fighting and fighting, the red MiGs of Red No. 13, full of flames and dragging black smoke, almost turned the sky into blood.

Concentrating on the enemy, Long Yun was completely immersed in the extreme excitement of battle; He didn't even notice that the engine was completely overloaded; He didn't even realize that the boiling and tumbling consciousness in his mind was spreading in the air, making invisible waves.

This extremely terrifying stream of consciousness not only terrified everyone on the battlefield, but even penetrated into the minds of NATO pilots, further affecting their mental activity.

The subconscious desire to fight has completely exploded, like the relentless whipping of black magic, which is exerting an irresistible penetrating killing; A terrifying and bloody picture came to mind, and in the face of Long Yun's unprecedented tyrannical MiG air rampage, NATO's air power finally fell into a desperate situation of complete collapse.

The pilots who had a nervous breakdown lost their calm and gave up their dignity; They abandoned all their plug-ins and fled the battlefield in a wolf bèi.

Scatter and run, full afterburner!

yes, if you don't run away, do you want to continue to wait here for death?

The once boundless sky has become a purgatory of blood and fire; Red Thirteen's blood-colored scythe is harvesting life, and it can't stay for a moment in such a terrifying place!

Flee for your life and run for your life, as long as you can get rid of the devil's life-killing claws, you will not hesitate to pay any price. Now is definitely not the time for, what is the honor of a soldier? These NATO pilots all trembled with their legs, and when they went to the front line, they only wanted to fight for the "free world", and by no means to be bloodily slaughtered by "Mad Ivan".

Run, run!

Desperately fleeing in the direction of the west, the will of the pilots has completely collapsed.

Behind them, the red war dragon was still roaring, and the bullet marks of the cannons were splashing into the sky, as if mocking the cowardice and humility of these weak people.

This guy, who the hell is he?

No one could answer, only a lingering thought echoed in the mind:

He's not alone.

Whatever he is, he is by no means fighting alone.

Seeing that the enemy plane had completely lost its fighting spirit and would rarely scatter and flee, Long Yun only felt that it was extremely funny, and he was hearty with the excitement of the battle. Seeing such an absolutely rare scene in air combat, he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud!

These guys, who have always looked above the top, even know that they want to run away to save their lives!

All right! Just let you live a few more days!

Piloting the Red 13 to draw a large semi-circular track in the sky, Long Yun safely piloted the fighter plane back; Although he really wanted to beat the water dogs, catch up and make persistent efforts to brush up on a few successes, but by this time there was not much fuel left, all the missiles and shells were gone, and the engine was already somewhat ablated.

He could only barely suppress the idea of continuing the battle, passed through the group of fighters that had caught up with him, and then flew directly to the station.

One sortie, seven results!

In the previous air battles, even if he was as strong as Long Yun, he had never achieved such an amazing record. The record of a single sortie of seven aircraft is simply a myth for a front-line fighter like the MiG-29, which has ordinary equipment, limited range, and only six air-to-air missiles on its standard mount!

But this is not a myth.

Only things that are ethereal and never realized can be called myths; But Long Yun's attack is extremely real, how can it be a myth!

The Red No. 13 MiG-29, which returned proudly, did not need any confession, and the wreckage of the fighter plane and the billowing black smoke on the ground behind him were enough to prove it.

The NATO cowards, who were whipped to the point of being torn apart by the fury of thunder, have even lost the courage to resist, and even released the landing gear in a panic during the escape; In their eyes, this is no longer a human-piloted fighter plane, but a monstrous dragon that will spew deadly flames at any time.

At that moment, Mikoyan and Grevich seemed to have been possessed by their souls; After a long period of pain and baptism of blood and fire, the MiG family of the Red Empire finally gained the glory they deserved.

Even without such glorious victories, they could not be overshadowed in the slightest.

The warplanes of the Soviet Empire may never have been exchanged by anyone; But what could be more prideful than soaring in the skies of an enemy capital? Recalling the tragic world war, no matter how painful the losses and how terrible the blows were, the warriors of the Red Air Force will never hesitate.

Resist the enemy with a body of steel and flesh, and you will be rewarded in the end.

Those who fight for the country and the nation, regardless of their military exploits, sacrifice itself is the supreme glory!

This day will be remembered by 100,000 MiG fighters around the world, the number one ace of the Red Air Force who won glory for Mikoyan Grevich: Viktor Rezenov, whose call sign is "Дракон", the furious sky master!

No matter where the strong are, there is the sky of the dragon!

……

The smoky Red No. 13 came to a halt on the runway, and the fire engine roared in, waiting for Long Yun to climb out of the cockpit before spraying a large ball of foam into the tail; The continuous afterburner ablated the engine, so it was a miracle that he could fly back.

The drastic cooling of the foam will make the engine completely scrapped, but this is no longer important.

Piloting the fighter plane back to the ground and stepping on the airport runway again, Long Yun felt a little out of strength, and his hands seemed to be still trembling.

The unprecedented intensity of the battle stimulated his nerves, and after the unconscious emission of consciousness, he had not fully recovered from the furious combat state.

Jumping off the red No. 13 MiG, Long Yun raised his hand to caress the skin of the body that was still hot with some reluctance; It's like stroking an exhausted war horse, and it's like soothing the young girl who was tossed half to death by him in the first battle.

The incisive battle seems to have concluded the spiritual bond between him and the fighter; After a long time, he turned around and faced his comrades.

And at this moment, the people of the 309th Regiment who welcomed the return of this "fighter butcher" looked at him with admiration in their eyes, and even with a trace of fear.

Viktor Rezenov, is this incredibly powerful guy still human?

You must know that after a month of fighting after the start of the war, the average sortie / record ratio of the Soviet front-line fighter regiment was only about 0.05: that is, twenty sorties would take one result, which is the average of all fighter pilots. But the records from all sides told them that Viktor, the mysterious Air Force Captain, had achieved at least six results in a single sortie today, and perhaps more.

How the hell did he do it?

But no one would ask such a question at this time, and they were all immersed in the great joy that Long Yun bringed.

Cheers and applause surrounded him, and he walked into the regimental tent surrounded by the crowd, and the head of the regiment Andropov stretched out his big hand to clasp with him, and his face was also covered with a rare smile.

"Victor, what a beautiful job!"

"Hey! This guy will probably be able to take down a few more, if there are still missiles! ”

"It's a pity that the MiGs can only carry six missiles. If only it were the Su-27! ――”

In the warm atmosphere, someone suddenly mentioned this matter, and many people present looked stunned.

Seeing the change in the expressions on the faces of his comrades-in-arms, Long Yun immediately knew that they had already learned of his order at this time.

Looking at the number one trump card of the Red Air Force in front of them, everyone remembered that this air force major with brilliant achievements had received an order and would soon go to an unknown new unit.

In other words, it is time to say goodbye to their comrades-in-arms who get along day and night.

In the lively tent, there was a brief silence for a while; Just welcomed the return of the hero in their hearts, they have to face the melancholy of separation, and such a contrast is still a little difficult to accept.

"Hey! - Boys! ”

The usually calm head of the regiment Andropov clapped his hands unexpectedly loudly, waking up everyone who was caught in love.

"What's so upset about! Victor's road is destined to have a great future! ”

Separated from everyone and walked in front of Long Yun, he stretched out his arm and put it on Long Yun's shoulder, and turned to look at these young people who were born and died for the motherland and fought bloodily.

"Remember, boys: wherever Victor goes, we will fight in the same sky! Our blood will be sprinkled on the same vast land! Every time we attack, we will also go down in the glorious history of the same great country. - the glorious Soviet Union, which will not forget every warrior who fought for her; No matter how time passes, our descendants will remember that when such a motherland reached the most dangerous time, we, right here, sacrificed our lives for her, and fought to the death for her! ”

"Ulla—!"

was boiled by these words, and everyone couldn't help but raise their arms and shout; A deafening roar resounded in the huge tent.

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