Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Chapter 242 The Song of the Times

"Flanker 3, we have entered the skies above Moscow."

"It's so miserable, the airport is completely bombed—"

"Are we really going to deal with a group of thugs? The thugs have the ability to hold cars and even the Moscow Front to death in the base?"

"Damn it, the mission information obtained every time it takes off is covered up, what are those guys up there doing-"

Flying the Su-27plus modified domestic special max pro ex fighter jet, the pilots of the Northern Union, who were about to carry out air dominance missions, swore across the western suburbs of Moscow.

"The armored forces were annihilated in pieces in Kunei. The opponent's shelling was powerful and aimed at important mobile targets, but the infantry camp was not moved. Negotiations may be underway now."

"So what are we doing here? Confirm the opponent's air power? Test the anti-aircraft firepower? That report is too general!"

"Flanker 5, I suggest that you refrain from making inappropriate remarks about the chief, otherwise you will have to report to the confinement room when you come down."

"Then let me know where to start!"

"Don't be anxious. The St. Petersburg base requires us to conduct missile guidance work, confirm the size of the enemy, and combat methods. If necessary, we must bomb the main roads of the city, including the M2 and M4 national highways, and trap them in the city center."

"...fire missiles at Moscow transport hub? Seriously?"

"At present, it seems that this order has no intention of withdrawing. Dzerzhinsky is already organizing troops to move closer to Moscow... Now just from the air, the other party does not have enough troops—"

"No. 3, is there any response from the radar?"

"There is no shadow of enemy aircraft in the thermal sense or radar illumination."

"Very well. Looks like an easy job."

"Wait, Flanker 8, your right wing seems to be smoking..."

"……smoke?"

When No. 8 turned his head, he saw that the wing really fell off a little, and the gap was shaking in the strong wind.

"What's going on?? Malfunction??"

"We are under attack??!!"

Different thoughts flashed through his and his wingman's minds, but in just one thought, the wings on both sides of him snapped off, and the lift of the whole plane couldn't be maintained all of a sudden.

"We were hit!! Enemy attack!! Can't lift up!!"

"No. 8 was shot!!! Has anyone seen the shadow of the enemy plane???"

"Number 8 jump quickly!!"

"The catapult pod was launched successfully - I saw his umbrella bloom!"

"Where is the enemy???"

After a while, their aircraft control system was suddenly programmed remotely into an unknown guidance system, instructing them to land near the civilian airport in the eastern suburbs.

"What's going on?? Tower—— Tower?? Not listed!!! We lost contact with the base!!!"

"There's something blocking our communications and tampering with the AI—wait a minute, what's that—"

In front of these pilots, a huge Soviet flag unfolded in the air with an aura that covered the sky and the sun. Some gaps in the red silk satin let some sunlight through, making the faces of the pilots red.

"...oh, what the hell... what did I see—"

"Illusion? No, wait?? Pay attention to the four corners of the flag!!"

The ship girl painted in the Soviet style used a small carrier-based aircraft to pull the flag and parade in the air, not caring about the Su-27s that were bigger than them passing by.

"... Has anyone recorded it??"

"There are automatic captures - these planes look like toys... No!! It's the equipment of the ship girl!!"

"The number 8 was shot down by them just now??"

"I don't know! Are you going to launch an attack??"

"Look at the situation first, they don't mean to turn back and bite their tails—uh..."

Before the words were finished, they saw dozens of small planes clinging to their 12 o'clock direction from their respective rearview mirrors.

Although he was very inconspicuous in size, the exposed machine gun barrel of the other party was still shining with a cold light, posing a silent threat.

"Attention all Northern Alliance aircraft, you have entered the Soviet airspace, please follow the guidance and land at the designated place, otherwise we will shoot down all hostile units in accordance with international airspace conventions—please pay attention—all Northern Alliance Air Forces—"

"Scatter??" After hearing the series of public frequency warnings, the team leader tentatively asked his team members.

"Number 1, you have also seen the power of that thing... Ship girl... My God."

"Vladi's side finally made a move...so that's how it is."

"How to do?"

"Let's go down, now we turn off the tactical computer and switch to manual operation, and it is impossible to compete with the opponent."

"Have you been disarmed by the enemy before fighting?? Damn, I'm not reconciled!!!"

"When you drive the Su-27, you should realize that you are cannon fodder, young man."

Although they were threatened, neither the old pilots 1 to 4 nor the new pilots behind them showed too much fighting spirit.

……

In the combat command room in St. Petersburg, the commander-in-chief of the National Defense Strategic Missile Forces Deninov looked at the various signs that were suddenly blacked out, and his heart trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the missile silo signals across the country collapsed like cutting wheat—outside of the military network, even all the firing units with the function of preventing cyber warfare lost contact.

"We were hacked?"

"Looking at the scope and speed of the base's failure, it is likely to be caused by a virus that has been implanted in the system long ago! The priority of this thing in the system is too high, and there are no countermeasures for the time being!!"

"Where are our network agents??"

"Already trying to repair it, but the braked launch silo and launch vehicle have self-destructed components, and this damage is irreversible!"

"Switch to manual firing mode—"

"Unless our ballistics experts can fire the missile as if it were a missile without the help of satellite positioning—ah..."

Before explaining the unexpected situation to the general, the computer in front of the correspondent went black, and then the entire screen turned red.

The entire base was taken over - under the light of the red-backed curtain, the general's face became as rigid as black iron.

Then the golden sickle and hammer that lit up savagely dug out a piece of flesh from his heart.

"Declaration of the Founding of the USSR"

With the change of light and shadow, several Russian letters pieced together words that they could not say were familiar with, but they seemed to have known each other.

"Can someone turn this thing off??"

"Even the grid is being taken over... unless we manually cut all the cables..."

The technical soldier next to him bowed his head.

"The Union Congress of Soviets will unite all the peoples, and the Red Army will completely wipe out the reactionary forces represented by the oligarchs..."

"...at least turn off the loudspeaker for me."

"Then you can only cut..."

"Cut it off immediately!!"

Frightened by the general who suddenly became irritable, the technical soldiers could only rush to the backstage and destroy the loudspeaker used for inefficient notification.

Whether it is facing the Sirens or the new Soviet Union, this modern combat system has not come in handy.

Admiral Jerhurst had a lot of resentment in his heart, but it was impossible to talk nonsense with his subordinates and comrades-in-arms, and there was no way to dispel it.

Whether it was the pride of being a general of the North Alliance or a human being, his pride was shattered by the enemy. He felt like an empty shell, and his soul might escape at any time.

He sat back in his seat and rubbed the space between his brows.

On the other side, Auchinville, who was at the same level as him, was present, the supreme commander of the Air Force, and he didn't say a word the whole time. He didn't ask until he confirmed that the screen couldn't be repaired:

"What does the Volgograd side say now?"

"Even if they have any new instructions, we can't listen to them indiscriminately. Who knows if the new Soviet Union came up with it to deceive us?"

"I think so too." Auchinville murmured, "The more technology is developed, the easier it is to be restricted by technology..."

"No, it can only be said that the skills are not as good as people's. If we strengthen the cooperative relationship with the ship's mother, we may be able to create a more effective war system under mutual restraint."

Until they heard a song resounding throughout the base.

Doninov took off his hat, as if thinking of something.

A forbidden song.

"Arise, hungry slave!"

"Rise, suffering people of the world!"

"The blood in my heart is already boiling,"

"Struggle for the truth!"

Listening to the song in silence, Deninov turned his head and suddenly asked with some relief in his heart: "Tell me, why don't they play the Soviet national anthem?"

"Because they pay more attention to all mankind than the rise or fall of a country. This is a technique of political expression... I understand it this way." Auchinville said solemnly: "Maybe they have summed up before Mistakes ... intended to weaken the Soviet Union's preeminent position, or to avoid the word 'unbreakable'."

"Sounds very realistic. But those who are too realistic should not be welcomed by the ship's mother-the other party can block our communication, and can easily occupy Arbat Street...Why should I give us a chance to fight back? With this kind of technical support, he can even kill all high-ranking officials without anyone noticing and replace them with his own people..." Duninov said with a headache.

"It may be that we want to recognize the gap in strength, and there is no plan to completely shuffle the cards."

"I don't think it's possible that he couldn't use too dark and 'human' methods because of the ship's mother by his side."

"...It's useless to say that. Surrender is not in my dictionary."

"What about recruiting?"

"..." Auchinville was silent for a moment, and then sat down:

"But if we betray Gusinski, there will be no room for us in the world."

"I've lived long enough, brother." Duninoff sneered.

"You will be stripped of all political power."

"That's better than being nailed to the pillar of shame with remorse."