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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 888 Fierce Battle Over the Black Sea

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    Chapter 888: Fierce battle over the Black Sea

    Ukraine, on the shores of the Black Sea, at the Air Force Command of the Belarusian Military District of the Soviet Union, Beria, Chairman of the National Security Council of the Soviet Union, sat behind a large desk with a stern face. In the room, there was a circle of sofas, including the Commander of the Belarusian Military District, the Political  Senior generals, including the committee members, the commander of the military region's air force, and the political commissar, all looked at the inconspicuous middle-aged man in front of them with concentration.  -< Piaotian literature registered members recommend this work >-%.net

    Beria, in charge of the state secret police and intelligence agencies, was a sharp sword in the hands of Comrade Stalin, the supreme leader of the Soviet Union, or it would be more appropriate to say that he was a loyal and reliable thug.  Comrades are even more ruthless and prefer to find dissidents within the party.

    Even though Beria is only dressed in casual clothes, his confidence and illustrious reputation in taking charge of the destiny of others have made the dozen or so shining senior generals of the Red Army here feel invisible pressure. As long as Beria is willing, everyone here can  Any one of them will fall into the abyss of eternal destruction.

    After several years of great purges, the number of senior Red Army generals who disappeared in the hands of this person is probably more than four figures. Even his predecessor Yakov was killed without mercy. These senior Soviet Red Army generals gathered together, and they  Waiting for an order from this formidable middle-aged man, Beria was also waiting for an order from his master.

    The atmosphere in the room was strange and depressing, probably because they had waited too long. Several senior Soviet officers could not help but show impatient looks on their faces. Beria's gloomy eyes glanced at these commanders.  Wan's general felt as if he was being targeted by a cobra. He felt cold in his heart. He straightened his back quickly and his breathing became softer.

    A red telephone on the table suddenly started chirping rapidly. Beria quickly grabbed the phone, his demeanor changed from aloof to extremely respectful, and he stood up. The senior Soviet generals in the room immediately stood up.  , "Yes, Comrade Stalin, the information is absolutely reliable and we have made preparations. Yes, we will execute it immediately." Beria replied in an absolutely respectful tone.

    After putting down the phone, Beria returned to the majesty of a superior, and the transition was very natural. In the eyes of these senior Soviet generals, Beria felt like a dream. "Execute according to the original plan," Beria said  Leah said calmly, without any nonsense, and gave the order directly. No one among the senior officers questioned his order.

    The Air Force Commander of the Belarusian Military Region picked up the phone and ordered: "The 1st and 2nd Destroyer Groups will take off immediately and shoot down all enemy aircraft that violate our airspace." Calmness returned to the room. Underneath this calmness, there was something hidden.  Nervous, Beria arrived at the Belarusian Military District three days ago and ordered the best fighter pilots to be gathered together to carry out a special, top-secret combat mission, but kept silent about the content of the mission.

    Including all the senior officials of the Belarusian Military Region, no one knew what this mission was. Naturally, no one dared to ask Beria. The Belarusian Military Region received an order from the General Staff to unconditionally cooperate with Beria to complete this mission. In fact,  Even without an order from the General Staff, the top brass of the military region did not dare to neglect Comrade Beria.

    On the Black Sea, at the Bestoya Air Force Field Airport in the Belarus Military District, eighty-four Soviet fighter jets have been waiting on the runway for a long time. The Soviet pilots are already sitting in the cabin, waiting for the order to attack. These pilots and their superiors  Same, knowing nothing about the inside story of this mission.

    Colonel Basayev, commander of the First Destroyer Regiment of the Belarus Military Region Air Force, was very annoyed. More than four hours had passed since he received the order to board the plane, but there was still no order to take off. This hot-tempered commander,  I have scolded my boss countless times, and it is absolutely uncomfortable to be on standby in the cabin with full armor for more than four hours.

    What's even more irritating is that he doesn't even know what kind of enemy he is going to deal with, so he gets nervous in a daze. Colonel Basayev has no doubt that his boss is teasing him. To be honest, for his immediate boss, Basayev  The colonel didn't take it seriously, was he just trying to get ahead of himself by framing his colleagues and currying favor with a high-ranking official in the military region? The colonel looked down on such people at all.

    When I feel uncomfortable, I complain a lot. Colonel Zyugashizhov of the Second Regiment of the Destroyers has been Basayev¡¯s friend for many years and is much more thoughtful than him. Ever since he received this inexplicable mission, Zyugashi  Colonel Ruofu felt that there was mystery and weirdness everywhere.

    All pilots of the two destroyer regiments responsible for carrying out the mission are prohibited from going out. The sentries around the airport and pilot rest areas have also been replaced by internal guards. The inspections are very strict. All the fighter jets have been replaced, and their performance is even worse.  What puzzled him was that the red five stars on the fighter fuselage had also been wiped off. In short, it was impossible to identify the aircraft simply from its appearance.?Planes from that country.

    Seeing that the complaints from his old friend were getting more and more outrageous, Zyugashirov couldn't help but remind him: "Old man, we just have to complete the task. Don't say any unnecessary words." Colonel Basayev was a rough man but not stupid.  He immediately understood his old friend¡¯s well-intentioned reminder, and misfortune comes from his mouth.

    His former boss, who had become a major general and division commander, received an order to go to the military area for a meeting. He never came back. Later, he received a notice that the division commander was an enemy spy and had been shot. Such a thing was too easy to kill.  Colonel Basayev didn't believe it either, but thinking of the methods of the people of the Counter-Revolutionary Committee, the leader couldn't help but shudder, and obediently shut his mouth, suppressing the fire in his heart.

    Suddenly, the siren over the airport sounded shrilly, and then three red flares flew into the sky. The battle warning and the takeoff order came to Colonel Basayev's mind. With a full belly of resentment, he pushed the accelerator hard.  Son, the fighter jets rushed out of the runway like a fierce horse that was whipped violently by a whip, and were the first to fly into the sky. Behind them were eighty-four black fighter jets.

    Le Yiqin was in the position of the air commander, looking at the overall situation. He was not relaxed at all, and always felt a little frightened. The boundless sea spread out under the wings of the aircraft, and clusters of white waves rolled towards the distance. The Black Sea showed  Seeing the infinite scenery, with many years of combat experience, he instinctively felt that beneath this calmness, there was a huge murderous intention hidden.

    He once again cast his gaze on the Sky Eye radar screen in front of him, and suddenly his scalp exploded. It was the same feeling as when he was alone and suddenly encountered a pack of wolves. On the radar screen that was blank just now, dense black dots appeared, one after another.  The black dot represents an airplane.

    Finally arrived, there were about ninety of them, and the target was very clear. In more than twenty minutes, they would meet in the air. Le Yiqin did not think that these sudden appearance of fighter jets were friendly messengers, so he immediately ordered them to arrive.  : "The peripheral security squadron turns on the radar, searches for the location of the enemy aircraft, immediately enters combat mode, and seizes a favorable position. Each protection squadron forms a combat formation to protect the division commander's plane and immediately climbs out of the combat airspace."

    "Attention all squadrons, be sure to entangle the enemy aircraft and create enough time for the division commander's plane to escape. Tang Yunfei's squadron is not allowed to leave the vicinity of the division commander's plane no matter what happens. Do you all understand?" There was a jagged sound in the earphones.  Qi's answer sounded both excited and nervous.

    After giving the order, Le Yiqin called Tang Qiuli's special plane and said: "Commander, we found a large number of fighter jets approaching. According to my judgment, they should be Soviet aircraft. Please carry your parachute, just in case.  Please order random special guard soldiers to prepare for air combat immediately," the voice was very urgent. This group of murderous fighter jets put great pressure on him.

    "Why can't Yiqin lose his temper? Isn't it just a Soviet aircraft? It's not like your aviation force has never fought before," Tang Qiuli's voice was calm, even joking. Le Yiqin was speechless. What if?  Without the division commander's special plane, he was completely confident that he could kill more than 80 Soviet aircraft at the minimum cost with the help of the elite ** Division Aviation Air Force.

    But it doesn't work now. Even if all the invading Soviet planes are killed, as long as the division commander is in any danger, he will not be able to make up for his mistakes even if he dies ten thousand times. This is in the air. As long as a few machine gun shells are fired, anything can be done.  It might happen, but Tang Qiuli's calmness made Le Yiqin's mood much more stable.

    In the vast sky, two fleets of aircraft collided suddenly like two flying arrows. Colonel Basayev and his wingmen were the first to rush to the scheduled combat airspace. With a glance, all the situations were revealed.  Looking around, he could see that the fifty fighter jets were not in his eyes.

    But the model of the opponent's aircraft puzzled this Soviet Air Force veteran. Forty fighter jets were obviously of Soviet origin, but ten fighter jets were Japanese "Zero" fighter jets, with two capabilities.  Different fighter jets are combined together. I wonder if the fleet commander is out of his mind?

    The logo on the fuselage was something Colonel Basayev had never seen before. It did not belong to any European country. Another thing he was very surprised about was how these fighters of unknown nationality discovered his fleet and made preparations in advance.  , more than thirty fighter jets, carrying a murderous aura, were approaching menacingly.

    There were more than a dozen fighter jets, covering a large aircraft that quickly left the battlefield. Everything was just a blink of an eye. The opponent's fighter jets had already begun to attack. Colonel Basayev issued an order to attack immediately. In an instant, the fighter jets from both sides  entangled in the air.

    As soon as the exchange of fire broke out, Colonel Basayev took a breath of cold air. The other fighter pilots all had a life-threatening attitude. More than 30 fighter jets rushed into the group of more than 80 fighter jets, and unexpectedly?My own fleet of aircraft disrupted the formation, and four were shot down, while the opponent lost none.

    Colonel Basayev's anger burst out in an instant, and he was overestimating his capabilities. He was about to order the fleet to kill all these fighter jets when an order from the ground control tower came through the earphone: "Colonel Basayev, shoot down those fighters at all costs."  A large aircraft.¡±

    (To be continued)
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