Age of Conquest Reborn

Chapter 888: Fierce battle over the Black Sea

Ukraine, on the shores of the Black Sea, 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 expression. In the room, there was a circle of sofas, including the Commander of the Belarusian Military District, Political

The committee members, the military region air force commander, and the political commissar and other senior generals all looked at the inconspicuous middle-aged man in front of them with concentration.--%网

Beria, who was 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 just in casual clothes, his confidence and illustrious reputation in taking charge of other people's fates 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 mercilessly. These senior Soviet Red Army generals gathered together, and they

Waiting, waiting for an order from this intimidating middle-aged man, Beria was also waiting, 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.

General Wan felt as if he was being stared at 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 preparations have been made. 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 commander of the Air Force of the Belarusian Military Region picked up the phone and ordered: "The first and second destroyer groups will take off immediately and shoot down all enemy planes 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 to gather the best fighter pilots 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 Belarusian 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 Belarusian 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 being fully armed and on standby in the cabin for more than four hours is definitely not a good feeling.

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. Is 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. Since receiving this inexplicable mission, Zyugashi

Colonel Ruofu felt that everything was mysterious and strange.

All pilots of the two destroyer groups responsible for carrying out the mission are prohibited from going out. The sentries around the airport and the pilot rest area have also been replaced by internal security forces. 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 fuselage of the fighter jet had also been wiped off. In short, just from the appearance of the aircraft, it was impossible to identify the aircraft 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.

I immediately understood my old friend’s well-intentioned reminder, and misfortune comes from my mouth.

His former boss, who had been appointed as a major general and division commander, received an order to go to the military region 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, a combat warning, and a takeoff order. Colonel Basayev immediately reacted in his mind, and 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. He always felt a bit 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. Suddenly, his scalp exploded. It was the same feeling as being alone and suddenly encountering a pack of wolves. On the radar screen that was blank just now, densely packed small black dots appeared.

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, no matter what happens, is not allowed to leave the vicinity of the division commander's plane. Do you all understand?" A jagged sound came from 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, and this group of murderous fighter jets put great pressure on him.

"Why is Yiqin so angry? 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 these 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 we kill all the invading Soviet planes, as long as the division commander is in any danger, he can't make up for his mistake 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 suddenly collided together 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 didn't notice the fifty fighter jets.

But the model of the opponent's aircraft puzzled this veteran of the Soviet Air Force. 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 commander of this fleet 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 curious 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. In 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 deep breath. The opponent's fighter pilots all had a life-threatening attitude. More than 30 fighter jets rushed into a group of more than 80 fighter jets, and even killed their own planes.

It disrupted the formation and was shot down four times, with no loss to the opponent.

Colonel Basayev's anger burst out in an instant. 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)