When the command to start the joint exercise was conveyed to Gorky Airport in the southeastern suburb of Murmansk, the commander of the 14th Air Regiment of the Soviet Navy and the winner of the Soviet Flight Medal, Colonel Alexei Tiglev, looked at the vast white fields at a loss. The snow fell all night, and the snow was about twenty centimeters thick. Although all the ground staff and guards of the aviation regiment were involved in the snow sweeping work early in the morning, they cleared the runway for aircraft take-off and landing according to the requirements of their superiors. How could it be completed in less than two or three hours?

Tiglev took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out two, one for his partner, Pavliuchenko, political commissar of the aviation regiment: "Comrade Political Commissar, what do you think we should do?"

Pavlyuchenko raised his eyebrows and replied in a tone that seemed helpless but helpless, depressed but depressed, "What can I do? Send all the people who can get on, and before the enemy's plane flies over our heads, we must take off a batch of fighter planes no matter what!"

Colonel Tiglev did not make a decision immediately, but asked, while sucking the clouds and mist, "Can the aircraft carrier's flight deck be frozen?"

The political commissar said with a serious expression: "As far as I know, ships are very likely to freeze in wind and snow, which is worse than on land. As for the Irish aircraft carriers, I think they must have a way to quickly clean the flight deck, such as using hot water or steam in the boiler, or keep their flight deck above zero. The national leaders are watching the exercises at the command center, which are related to national dignity and the honor of the troops. We must speed up and treat this exercise as a real battle, racing against time!"

Thinking of the big men in the command center, the 14th Aviation Regiment and even his personal honor, Tiglev narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, nodded fiercely: "Yes, we must race against time! Correspondent, Colonel Logashof, who picked me up the air defense regiment!"

After a while, the phone was connected, Tiglev tweaked the cigarette butt and walked quickly to the phone: "Hey, comrade Colonel, hello, Alexei Tiglev greets you! Haha, you are worthy of being my big brother, and you can't hide anything from you. To be honest, I have encountered some trouble here. With my existing manpower, it will take two or three hours to clear the runway. Our opponent is the Irish Navy, which is well-equipped and well-trained. If you want to avoid falling in the exercise, you must speed up.

...Yes, Comrade Colonel, I know you have your mission, but this time it is a non-live-fire exercise. Your anti-aircraft guns will play a role as long as they can make sounds. We want to take off the fighter plane, but without a runway, how can the plane go into the sky? We can't pretend that our plane has taken off, right? Yes, Comrade Colonel, my big brother, that's what I mean... That's great! I salute you on behalf of the 14th Aviation Group! Haha, don't worry, this wine is bound to be indispensable!"

After putting down the phone, Tiglev put away his squeaky smile, turned his head and said to Pavliuchenko, "The anti-aircraft artillery regiment immediately dispatched two-thirds of the troops to support us. If it goes well, we will be able to take off the fighter jets in one hour. Then let Samedov's 3rd squadron take the lead, and their takeoff skills will be the best."

The political commissar's thinking was not on the same point as Tiglev. He muttered: "We should have expected the difficulties in front of us early. If we had asked the anti-aircraft artillery regiment for help two hours earlier, the flight track had almost been cleaned up!"

Although this was not said loudly, it was undoubtedly a criticism of Tiglev. The first trump card of the Soviet Union, who once dominated the Caucasus and Persian battlefields and had 42 shot-down records, responded with some displeasure: "With that being said, will the anti-aircraft artillery regiment do their preparations before the exercise begins? Besides, I thought such weather would postpone the exercise! Even if it is a real war, the commanders will consider the actual weather conditions in advance or postpone the action time!"

Pavliuchenko did not respond, and the two returned to the window silently. Soon after, groups of black dots rushed from around the airport to the airport. Tiglev picked up the telescope and looked at it, grinning and said, "The comrades of the anti-aircraft artillery regiment are so interesting. It seems that everyone can come! Correspondent informed the service teams and guard battalions that everyone must carry forward the spirit of the Soviet Red Army not to be afraid of hardship or fatigue, and fight this exercise as a real battle, and strive to clear the runway within forty minutes!"

The correspondent straightened his chest: "Yes, Comrade Commander!"

When the correspondent left the room, Tiglev suddenly remembered something. He quickly walked to the large map hanging on the wall and looked at it for a while, then picked up the pencil and ruler to measure it. At this moment, the phone rang, and Pavliuchenko was closest to the phone. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to grab the microphone: "Hey, I'm Pavliuchenko...what? The enemy plane is approaching the coast? How far is it from us now? Okay, I understand, thank you..."

After Pavlyuchenko put down the microphone, Tiglev couldn't wait to ask: "Has the radar station discovered an enemy plane?"

The political commissar frowned: "Yes, Comrade Tiglev, what we are most worried about has happened. About twenty enemy planes are rushing towards us, leaving us with only twenty minutes of preparation."

"Twenty aircraft? Twenty minutes?" Tiglev turned his sight out the window. The service team of the aviation regiment, the guard battalion and two-thirds of the anti-aircraft artillery regiment were clearing the runway in the snow. In his memory, this scene never happened in any exercise. Only in the winter when the Caucasus war was the most tense, the Soviet aviation troops attacked in the snow several times, and basically achieved good results every time.

At this time, Pavlyuchenko looked at Tiglev meaningfully again: "The time left for the anti-aircraft artillery regiment is only twenty minutes."

Tiglev gritted his teeth: "In this way, I will lead the 3rd Squadron! Comrade of the Political Commissar, you will be left behind in the regiment headquarters!"

Pavlyuchenko opened her mouth, but she wanted to speak but stopped.

Tiglev did not give him a chance to dissuade him, and walked out in the direction of the hangar with great strides.

The political commissar sighed and shook his head silently.

At the same time, in the air defense command room of the Gangut-class battleship "Mikhail-Furonzhi", the young and energetic Navy Major Oya Yanbayev casually peeled off a naval milk candy. Beside him, the senior non-commissioned officer Alexe Shishkin, holding a telescope and observing in all directions. However, in such a snowy weather, the sight on the sea was extremely bad, and the naked eye could not be observed at all with the naked eye. What's worse, although this battleship designed and built in the Tsarist Russian era was equipped with radar equipment independently developed by the Soviet Union in 1944, the radar has extremely low reliability and weak anti-interference ability. Not to mention that its effective detection distance in rain and snow weather is only a few dozen kilometers. At the beginning of the exercise, it instantly became blind!

Yanbayev, a professional-born man, held milk candy in his mouth and said vaguely: "One of the major drawbacks of the monarch**** country is that he does not take human lives seriously. It is so risky to force carrier-based aircraft to be dispatched in such weather! Even if the pilots have good eyesight, can they fly to the mast height to drop bombs? Once the plane falls into the sea, people only need to soak in the sea water at four or five degrees for an hour or two, and they will be frozen into popsicles!"

Shishkin, who was an ordinary sailor, was lukewarm and said in a hurry: "I heard that their planes are equipped with radars, so they should be able to observe the target position in bad weather instead of the naked eye!"

Yanbayev sneered: "If their airborne radars have indeed reached the level of targeting instead of the naked eye as rumored, then they can be invincible as long as they choose to conduct military operations in rain, snow and fog. However, Ireland has not launched aggressive actions against any other country except for annexing Wales and occupying Bahrain Island, which is completely inconsistent with the essence of imperialism's pursuit of interests! In this regard, I think the military of Ireland is not as strong as the rumors. They are often just bluffing."

After hearing this, Pushkin sighed silently. If every imperialist country spared no effort to exploit the people and promote aggression, would the world pattern still look like this in front of him?

As if I felt that what I just said was a bit extreme, Yanbayev breathed a sigh of relief: "At the time, if the Irish Navy really had a much better technical strength than ours, my next goal was to apply to go to Ireland for military exchange training."

As soon as the words were finished, the communications department on the ship called and said that they received a report from the shore-based radar station, saying that they had detected two enemy planes, one flew towards Gorky Airport, and the other flew towards the northern fleet's participating ships. The communications department also reported that the radar on the ship still could not effectively identify any maritime or air targets, even the friendly ships that were close to each other could not recognize them.

Major Yanbayev was stunned for a moment, and then he heard a shrill air defense sirens, which meant that the entire ship had entered the air defense alert. It was his turn to show his strength.

But looking at the sea surface with wind and snow outside the porthole, Yanbayev was a little at a loss. In which direction will the enemy planes take, what tactics will they take to launch an attack, how should they allocate the limited air defense firepower of the warship, and how can they propose to the fleet commander to organize the firepower linkage of each ship? Taking a step back, perhaps the exercise opponents are just using their usual bluffing methods?
Chapter completed!