Walking out of the regiment headquarters, Long Yun stood on the grass, looking at the clear blue sky in the distance.

Raising his hand to block out the glare of the sun, he squinted at the slightly messy tents and supplies in front of him, as well as the row of MiG-29 fighters parked by the runway in the distance.

Since the last sortie, the regiment has changed its station, and it seems that they should be near a small town in France, and the surrounding scenery is quite good, as for the specific location he does not know.

"Hey, Victor! Did you sleep well? ”

Raising his hand to say hello, Long Yun found that it was Suvorov, his old acquaintance in the 309th regiment. The two of them had just worked together happily in yesterday's encounter, and although he had drunk in the evening, he looked pretty good at this time.

Alexei, who was beside him, stood aside respectfully after greeting him, probably still immersed in the fierce battle he observed on the spot yesterday, looking at Long Yun with a trace of awe in his eyes in addition to admiration.

"It's okay, except that my head still hurts a little."

"If it's okay, go to the ground staff! They've got a new plane for you, and it seems that they don't plan to let your ace sit idle for too long, haha! ”

"Ah, is it?"

Long Yun was indeed surprised, so the rest of the group didn't know that he was going to be transferred?

However, when he heard that there was a new plane, he looked in the direction of the hangar expectantly. In the previous air battle in which he parachuted, he gave up the Red No. 13, which shared hardships and hardships, and was really a little reluctant. Now I heard that a new plane was prepared for him so quickly, I don't know if it was a repair product from the overhaul factory or brand new?

"Then I'll go and see. - Iskerre, are you coming too? ”

Noticing the young man's eagerness, Long Yun simply greeted him, and he still had a good impression of this young man.

"Well, Comrade Major!" Seeing that this ace took the initiative to let him follow, and maybe he could also ask for air combat techniques, Iskeret was very happy to walk to the hangar with Long Yun, Suvorov and others.

Coming to the maintenance hangar on the other side of the runway, in the wide camouflage tent next to it, Long Yun saw a new mount prepared for him by the ground crew: a very new-looking MiG-29, with a different livery from the ones parked on the runway in the regiment.

Walking to the side of the plane, Long Yun saw that the wings and vertical tail of the fighter had been sprayed with dark red five-pointed stars, and the number of red No. 13 had been painted on the outside of the air intake.

The bright sunlight shines through the large camouflage net on the roof of the hangar, covering the mottled shadows over the neat body; The appearance of almost no stains made Long Yun sure that this was a new aircraft, which should have just left the factory. Soviet combat aircraft have always had the old problem of slight leakage of hydraulic oil and lubricating oil, which is harmless; However, unless the coating is scraped off and re-sprayed, the fighter plane that flies frequently will always leave an unsightly dark trail behind the leak.

Seeing Long Yun and them walk in, the mechanic rubbed his greasy hands and greeted them.

"Major Rezenov, this is a new plane for you. Just transferred from Minsk a few days ago, what do you think? ”

Coming to the cockpit of the fighter, Long Yun stretched out his arm and gently stroked the full side wings of the MiG-29 a few times, which was slightly chilly smooth as far as the eye could reach. He is not a person with delicate emotions, but when he thinks of the last red No. 13, he can't help but feel a little sad.

How many results did the last Red Thirteen he piloted achieve?

Long Yun looked up at the nose of the plane, and the careful pilot had already finished spraying his shot down record; A total of eighteen small red five-pointed stars, neatly arranged on the side of the cockpit, look quite oppressive.

"It's all done! It's really good, I'll take a test flight and see when I go back. ”

Knowing that he was going to leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, Long Yun and the mechanic chatted very carefully, and several people chatted around the newly received MiG plane, and exchanged a few words of air combat experience from time to time. Seeing that the young man Iskele listened to the truth, and asked his long machine Suvorov from time to time, Long Yun smiled knowingly, but his hand was still pressed on the smooth skin of the red number 13.

Well, it's your new mount. Even if you are about to leave, at least you have to perform a sky dance with her, so you don't have any regrets, right?

Join me in slaying more opponents; For those comrades-in-arms and MiGs who died.

……

In the afternoon of the same day, Long Yun came to the regiment headquarters again and explained one thing to the regiment commander Andropov.

After receiving the order from his superiors, Long Yun knew that he was going to say goodbye to the 309 Regiment, these comrades-in-arms who shared life and death; Before that, he had one more task, or a request, to deal with.

At a time when the French are anxious and about to sue for peace, the skies of Europe are not quiet; Or it can be said that on the contrary, on both sides of the seemingly calm front, there are still undercurrents lurking in private. It is conceivable that if Long Yun can fly the MiG-29 fighter to appear in the sky again, even if he just shows his face, with his reputation as Red No. 13 and "Fighter Butcher", the deterrent effect on the enemy is also huge.

In fact, this is exactly what the superiors intended.

For a super ace like Long Yun, although he has already planned to transfer him out of the 309 front-line fighter regiment, if he can retain the image that he still flies the MiG-29 to attack, it will not only be a huge deterrent to the enemy, but also a great encouragement to the Soviet air warriors who are still fighting bloodily on the front line and using the MiG-29 fighters whose performance is not advanced.

It just so happened that he had already been equipped with a brand-new MiG-29 in the regiment, painted with the original red No. 13, and it can be said that the conditions for him to take off into the air for combat have been met.

Hearing Viktor's explanation and thinking of the arrangement of his superiors, the head of the regiment Andropov was also a little difficult to let go.

What a good lad this is! Now what awaits him is a broader sky, and it is impossible for the 309th Regiment to keep him all the time, which the regiment commander has long had a premonition.

From the bottom of his heart, he also expects this ace's combat career in the 309th Regiment to end with a beautiful victory. So he nodded to Long Yun and told him to report the arrangements himself.

"Victor, after this battle, will you set off?"

"Yes. That's why I really want to strike again. Long Yun's voice was a little low.

He knew very well in his heart that this might be his last fly-off in the MiG-29. Although he hoped to go to the Caucasus and fly a more advanced and powerful Su-27 to defend the skies of the Red Empire, he still had special feelings for the simple-looking and loyal fighter plane in front of him.

After all, this was the first type of fighter that Long Yun personally piloted; It was in her lifting that Long Yun began the journey of chasing dreams in the sky.

The fighter plane itself has no life, but it is the sustenance of the soldiers; The masterpiece of the Mikoyan Grevich Design Bureau, which marked an era, was destined to be a strong stroke in the air annals of the Red Empire, which, although bloody, was still glorious.

Saluted the regiment commander with a standard military salute, and Long Yun's eyes were full of rock-solid desire to fight.

"Me and those guys, there's still an account to settle."

Seeing the perseverance and persistence in the eyes of this young air ace, the regiment leader was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

"Good. - Okay! ”