I didn't receive any orders, does it mean that today's battle is more optimistic?

Ordinary people may guess like this, but they never had any illusions about this war, and after flying the plane over the Black Sea, the battle-experienced major still realized that the air situation today was extraordinary.

With the continuous refresh of air information, combined with the RWS mode scanning of the onboard AN/APG-63 radar, after turning on the IFF, the major was surprised to find that the Russian fighter planes in the northern sky were almost filling the screen, while the number of fighters of the NATO coalition was much lower than usual. Wandering behind the chaotic battle line, gradually sniffing out the scattered killing planes in the clear sky, Major Fisher was quite careful to maintain the established course, not to leave too far from the southern shore of the Black Sea, and patiently waited for the order from the command center while thinking about the current battle situation.

Today's Caucasian sky is indeed full of an indescribable weirdness, the communication channel of the "counter" continues to be silent, and the major's feelings have become a little unstable.

This morning, after taking a little sedative, as is customary, before piloting the plane into the air, Harold Fisher's planned mission is still to find and eliminate the "Caucasus Grim Reaper", and this will never change; So now on the radar, witnessing the mixed situation of the Caucasus sky, the major with a calm face is still holding his ground, he is patiently waiting for orders, or rather, waiting for an opportunity to face off with the Russian ace.

Hiding ace pilots with outstanding achievements in the snow or using them for special missions is probably a tradition in the United States. After secretly training in the base in the heart of the desert for so long, he now appears in the war-torn southern theater in a skillfully coordinated F-15S/MTD. Look for opportunities and challenge that terrible "Butcher of Warplanes". Fisher had done this once before, but he couldn't take advantage of the opportunity to knock his opponent down. Thinking back to the situation again, the Major frowned slightly and gasped a few times, feeling his heartbeat gradually increase again.

Four AIM-120Bs, four AIM-9L, and nine hundred and forty rounds of artillery shells......

The landline is fully mounted and in good maintenance condition; But when it comes to dealing with the "Grim Reaper", is such a little preparation really enough?

Thinking of the boring experience of receiving a series of training in China for several months, Harold Fisher subconsciously raised his hand and groped his chest, groping for a talisman-like pure gold cross through the flight suit. Suddenly, he remembered the meeting, and what the strange man had said.

Speaking of which, what the man with the cowboy hat looked like, why can't he remember it at all now?

“…… Major, I note in particular your piety; This should be very helpful for one of the tasks that we are about to accomplish. ”

In the dimly lit living room, the man on the sofa spoke in a slightly hoarse tone, but there was an indescribable persuasiveness in every sentence, "The number one trump card of the United States, Eh...... That's a good achievement! But for the 'Caucasus Grim Reaper'. Major Fisher, what do you think? Well, I guess that's the case; But now I need a volunteer to face this terrifying figure of legend. If you can, just knock him down - if you can do it.

I'm not kidding, now ......."

In the vague and flooded memories, the long narrative has become mottled and fragmented; However, the Major did remember that at the end of the meeting, the mysterious man of unknown origin told him that the "Agile Eagle" he had obtained was very valuable, or that he himself was also very rare, and that he should be more careful:

"Stay motivated, Major; However, it's best to keep this in mind during a fight, and that is to never be knocked down by your opponent after getting close to him. For the ultimate goal of the United States, Harold Fisher, you need to make sure to survive the mission so that you can come back and report what you saw. ”

……

Is that what the report says?

Returning to reality from his confused memory, the long-lost "counter" call sounded in his ears, and the major calmed down a little in the cockpit, he briefly took off the respirator and pinched a few slightly stiff faces, and then turned on the radio to respond to the AWACS.

In the channel, the fast-talking battlefield controller gave him the latest battle order, and the "Grim Reaper" haunted by the chain at three o'clock, and the distance was only a short thirty kilometers; After receiving the target indication information, Fisher replied while controlling the fighter plane to turn 90 degrees sideways, and at the same time briefly turned off the airborne radar, relying on the air situation instructions sent by the "counter" early warning aircraft to act silently.

Suddenly discovering that the "Grim Reaper" haunts at such a close distance, looking at the good weather like today, maybe after a minute or two of flying can visually spot the opponent, and now we must be in good spirits; Thinking of this, Fisher nervously thought about countermeasures in his mind, but at the same time, he had to be distracted, and temporarily put back into the depths of his memory what he hadn't thought about just now.

But what does it mean to say "a qiē seen in the report"?

Piloting a fighter plane to face the terrifying "Grim Reaper", no matter what the final outcome of the battle is, can he report anything other extraordinary than the before and after of a vicious battle?

A fierce battle was probably imminent, and after a moment the Major put this doubt aside for a moment, and the tension of the imminent engagement quickly captured his mind. Dragging a long white track, the black "Agile Eagle" went all the way east in the clear sky, and the golden cross pattern on its back looked particularly eye-catching; Flying the fighter away from the Black Sea, which had been patrolling for a long time, while paying attention to the clues in the sky around him, Fisher, who had turned off the radar, had obviously given up on the BVR attack that wasted missiles, and this time he planned to find the opponent by sight, confirm it, and then rush to the "Grim Reaper" to fight it.

In the memories just now, thinking of the words of "survival guaranteed" again, the major still decided to approach the opponent directly after discovering the target and have a fight, which did not change the prestige of the "Caucasian Grim Reaper".

Faced with the number one air threat in the free world, or rather swayed by a clash of beliefs, Fisher acted very quickly, maintaining an altitude of several thousand meters and cruising eastward, and soon after crossing the coastline, he saw a glimpse of a fighter plane in the sky - just a few glances, and the major knew that it was not the Flanker or any other Russian fighter, but several U.S. Air Force F-15s.

Major Fisher, who was piloting the plane to search for the "Grim Reaper", did not intend to greet the light gray "eagles" who were flying north with these pylons half-full all the way north and seemed to be engaged in a fierce air battle for the second time, and he appropriately pushed the throttle valve forward, preparing to directly accelerate the climb and cross the formation route of the F-15 fighters to avoid a small probability of an air collision.

With the radar equipment turned off, the "Agile Eagle" could not use the IFF to confirm friend and foe, and the experienced Fisher did this himself, of course, his F-15S/MTD still had to keep the IFF on to greatly reduce the risk of being accidentally hit by friendly forces.

As a lone ranger deployed alone at the Sivas field base, Harold Fisher did not assign a unified tactical call sign to the NATO coalition forces, and the details of each mission were completely kept secret. In this case, the major has become accustomed to being silent when encountering friendly fighters, and this practice has once or twice caused him to encounter a brief lock of friendly fighters, but fortunately, the onboard IFF system has always been in effect, otherwise it would not be easy to fly in the skies of Transcaucasia with such a stealth identity.

But then again, "finding and defeating the 'Grim Reaper'", such a task that the entire NATO tactical air force is doing, why did he secretly take to the air to carry it out?

Is it to guard against the eyes and ears of the Russians, the major shook his head suspiciously, he didn't understand at all.

Just when his consciousness diverged again, Major Fisher approached several "Eagle" fighters flying in formation, and he subconsciously tilted his head to look at the formation of F-15 fighters in the direction of ten o'clock in front of him, and recognized that these light gray fighters should belong to the battle-hardened Eighth Fighter Wing.

Oh, no, that plane too?

Subconsciously, his pupils shrank slightly, and the outline of the fighter in his sight suddenly became a little clearer, and the major wondered for a moment whether he was dazzled; However, when he opened his eyes wide and looked at it, he couldn't help but gasp in the cockpit - from the position of the "Agile Eagle", he could only see the silhouettes of these fighters approaching diagonally, but the iconic long nose and spine bulge of the "Flanker" fighter still stimulated the major's visual nerves, and it was clearly a Russian fighter!

The "flanker" who appeared in the formation of US fighters made the major who happened to pass by completely confused.

Sure he was right, the first thought that popped into Fisher's mind was that it could be a Russian fighter plane that had defected to the side of the free world and was now on its way to an alternate landing airport with its escorts?

This kind of thinking seems to be a complete rhapsody, but it is not impossible to think about it; Or perhaps the pilot flying the Flanker fighter at this time was simply an undercover CIA intelligence agent, who was carrying out a premeditated hijacking.

Damn, O Jesus Christ; What a mutinous pilot, what a prepared CIA agent, this is simply nonsense! (To be continued......)