Age of Rebirth

Ukraine, on the coast of the Black Sea, the Air Force Command of the Belarusian Military District of the Soviet Union, Beria, the chairman of the National Security Council of the Soviet Union, sat behind a large desk with a stern face. In the room, there were a circle of sofas. The committee members, the air force commander of the military region, and the senior generals, including the political commissar, all looked at the inconspicuous middle-aged man in front of them calmly.

Beria, in charge of the state secret police and intelligence agencies, a sharp sword in the hands of the supreme leader of the Soviet Union, Comrade Stalin, or a loyal and reliable thug is more appropriate. comrades are even more merciless, and prefer to find dissidents within the party.

Although Beria is just dressed in casual clothes, the self-confidence and fierce reputation that can control the fate of others, but let the more than a dozen high-ranking Red Army generals present here feel the coercion of form. Any one of them will fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

After several years of purges, the number of senior Red Army generals who disappeared in this person's hands may have more than four digits. Even his predecessor Yakov was mercilessly killed. These Soviet Red Army senior generals gathered together. Waiting, waiting for an order from this formidable middle-aged man, Beria is also waiting, waiting for the master's instructions. [

The atmosphere in the room was weird and depressing, probably because the waiting time was too long. The faces of several senior Soviet officers couldn't help showing impatient expressions. Beria's gloomy eyes swept away. General Wan, as if being targeted by a cobra, felt chills in his heart, he straightened his back quickly, and his panting eased.

A red telephone on the table rang suddenly and hurriedly. Beria quickly grabbed the receiver, his expression changed from aloof to respectful, and he stood up. The senior Soviet generals in the room stood up immediately. , "Yes, Comrade Stalin, the information is absolutely reliable and has been prepared, yes, immediately." Beria replied again and again in an absolutely respectful tone.

Putting down the phone, Beria regained the majesty of the superior, and the transition was very natural. In the eyes of these senior Soviet generals, such a change seemed like a dream. "Follow the original plan," Bei Lia said. Leah said in a calm tone, no nonsense, and directly issued orders, all senior officers, no one questioned his orders.

The commander of the Air Force of the Belarusian Military District grabbed the phone and ordered: "The first and second destroyer regiments immediately take off and shoot down all the enemy planes that violated our airspace." Calm was restored in the room. Nervous, Beria arrived in the Belarusian military region three days ago and ordered the best fighter pilots to gather together to carry out a special, top-secret combat mission, but kept silent about the content of the mission.

Including all the high-level members of the Belarusian Military Region, they don’t know what kind of mission this is. Naturally, no one dares to ask Beria. The Belarusian Military Region received an order from the General Staff to cooperate with Beria to complete this mission. In fact, Even if there is no order from the General Staff Headquarters, the high command of the military region will not dare to neglect Comrade Beria in the slightest.

Black Sea, Bestoya Air Force Field Airfield of the Belarusian Military District, 84 Soviet fighter jets have long been on standby on the runway. The Soviet pilots are already sitting in the cabin, waiting for the order to attack. These pilots, like their superiors, Know the inside story of this mission.

Colonel Basayev, the head of the first regiment of the Belarusian Military District Air Force Destroyer, was very annoyed. It had been more than four hours since he received the order to board the plane, but there was still no order to take off. This fiery head, I have already scolded my boss several times, and I have been on standby in the cabin for more than four hours, which is definitely not a good feeling.

What's even more exasperating is that he didn't even know what kind of enemy he was going to deal with, so he became nervous in a daze. Colonel Basayev had no doubt that it was his boss who was messing with him. To be honest, for his immediate boss, Basayev The colonel didn't pay much attention to him either, but did he climb over himself by framing his colleagues and currying favor with a high-ranking official in the military region? The colonel simply looked down on such a person.

I feel uncomfortable, and there are a lot of complaints on my lips. The second regiment of the destroyer has long been Colonel Gashirov, a friend of Basayev for many years, and his thoughts are much more meticulous than him. Colonel Shirov felt that there was mystery and weirdness everywhere.

For the two destroyer regiments responsible for carrying out the mission, all pilots are prohibited from going out, and the sentries around the airport and the pilot rest area have also been replaced by internal guards. What he couldn't understand was that the red five stars on the fuselage of the fighter jet were also wiped off. In a word, from the appearance of the plane alone, it was impossible to identify the plane from that country.

Seeing that the old friend's words were getting more and more outrageous, Zyugashirov couldn't help reminding: "Old man, let's just finish the task and don't say anything unnecessary." Colonel Basayev is a rough man but not stupid, He immediately understood the kind reminder from his old friend, and misfortune came out of his mouth.

His former boss, who had already paid homage to the major general and division commander, received an order to go to the military region for a meeting. He never came back after this trip. Later, he was notified that the division commander was an enemy spy and had been shot. Colonel Basayev didn't believe it either, but thinking of the tactics of the Cheka gang, the head of the regiment couldn't help shivering, and obediently shut his mouth, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Suddenly, the alarm over the airport sounded sternly, and then, three red signals flew into the sky, the battle alarm, and the take-off order. Well, the fighter jets rushed out of the runway like a fierce horse that was slammed with a whip, and they were the first to fly into the sky, followed by 84 fighter jets in black.

Le Yiqin is in the position of the air commander, looking at the overall situation, he is not at all relaxed, he always has a feeling of palpitations, the vast sea is unfolding under the wings, and clusters of white lng are rolling and rushing to the distance , The Black Sea showed infinite scenery. With years of combat experience, he instinctively felt that there was a huge murderous intent hidden under this calmness.

His gaze turned to the Sky Eye radar screen in front of him again, and suddenly his scalp exploded, as if he was alone and suddenly encountered a pack of wolves. On the blank radar screen just now, there were densely packed small black spots, a A black dot represents an aircraft.

Finally, there are about 20 fighters, and the goal is very clear. In [-] minutes, they will meet in the air. Le Yiqin doesn't think that these fighters that suddenly appeared are some kind of friendly messengers. He immediately ordered: "The peripheral security squadron, turn on the radar, search for the location of the enemy plane, immediately enter the combat state, seize a favorable position, each protection squadron forms a combat formation, and the protection division commander's special plane immediately climbs and leaves the J battle airspace."

"Attention all squadrons, be sure to entangle the enemy plane and create enough time for the division commander's plane to escape. Tang Yunfei's squadron, no matter what happens, must not leave the division commander's plane. Do you understand?" Qi's answer sounded excited and nervous.

After giving the order, Le Yiqin called Tang Qiuli's special plane and said: "Master, I found a large number of fighter jets approaching. According to my judgment, it should be a Soviet aircraft. Please carry the parachute on your back, just in case. , please order random special guard fighters to prepare for an air battle immediately," the voice was very urgent, and this group of murderous fighters put him under great pressure.

"Why is Yiqin so impatient? Isn't it the plane of the Soviets? It's not like you aviation soldiers have never fought before." Tang Qiuli's voice was very calm, even with a hint of joking. Le Yiqin said, if Without the special plane of the division commander, with the elite aviation of the independent division, he is completely sure to kill these more than 80 Soviet planes at the lowest cost. [

But not now, even if all the invading Soviet planes are killed, as long as the division commander is in danger, even if he dies [-] times, it will not be able to make up for his mistakes. It might happen, but Tang Qiuli's composure stabilized Le Yiqin's mood a lot.

In the vast sky, the two fleets, like two flying arrows, collided suddenly. Colonel Basayev led his wingman and was the first to arrive at the scheduled J-battle airspace. As far as he could see, fifty fighter jets were out of his sight.

But the type of the opponent's plane puzzled this Soviet Air Force veteran. Forty fighters were obviously of Soviet origin, but there were ten fighters, but they were Japanese "Zero" fighters. Different fighter jets are combined together, and I don't know if the fleet commander is out of his mind?

The logo on the fuselage is something that Colonel Basayev has never seen before, and does not belong to any European country. Another thing he is very surprised is how these fighters of unknown nationality found his fleet and made preparations early , more than 30 fighter jets, with a murderous look, approached menacingly.

There are more than a dozen fighter jets covering a large plane that quickly leaves the battlefield. Everything is just a blink of an eye. The opponent's fighter jets have already started to attack. Colonel Basayev gave the order to attack immediately. In an instant, the fighter jets of both sides Tangled together in the air.

As soon as the fire broke out, Colonel Basayev gasped. The fighter pilots on the other side were all in a desperate posture. More than 30 fighter jets rushed into the group of more than 80 fighter jets, and even rushed into the group of more than [-] fighter jets. Ln broke the formation, and was shot down four times, and the opponent lost one.

Colonel Basayev's anger erupted in an instant, and he was overwhelmed. He was about to order the fleet to kill all these fighter jets, when an order from the ground command tower came from the headset: "Colonel Basayev, at all costs, shoot down that A large plane."