January 5, Smolensk Front: The fallen city was out of sight, and the battle line retreated 40 kilometers overnight. In the early morning light, the snow field showed a cold dark blue.In all directions in the distance, the black smoke pillars from the hit target rose straight to the sky, like long and thin black veils connecting the sky and the earth.Looking up along the smoke column, Karina was taken aback—the sky that had just appeared in the morning light was filled with a huge white mess, and this chaotic white line seemed to be crazily drawn in the sky by a deranged giant.It was the chaotic wake of the fighter jets, left behind after a night of pitched battles between Russian and NATO air forces for air supremacy.

Precision strikes from the air and from a distance also continued overnight.To non-professionals, the blows don't seem to be intensive, and the explosion sounds only every few seconds or even minutes.But Karina knew that every explosion meant that an important target had been hit, and it was almost impossible to miss.The explosion sounded like flashing punctuation marks in the black article last night.When dawn came, Karina didn't know how much strength was left in the defense line, or even whether the defense line existed. It seemed that she was the only one in the whole world resisting.

The electronic countermeasure platoon where Major Karina was located was destroyed in the middle of the night when six laser-guided bombs fell on the platoon's position.The BMP-2 armored vehicle carrying the jammer that Karina was traveling in was still burning.The rest of the platoon's EW vehicles were now reduced to piles of black metal scattered across the surrounding snow.Karina felt the cold as the residual heat from the crater she was in was dissipating.She sat up straight with her hands propped up, and her right hand touched a sticky, cold and soft thing, which looked like a mud ball covered with black bullet ash.She suddenly realized that it was a piece of residual meat.She didn't know what part of her body it belonged to, much less who it belonged to.In the deadly blow last night, a lieutenant, two second lieutenants and eight soldiers were killed.Karina threw up, but nothing came out but acid water.She desperately wiped her hands in the snow, trying to wipe off the blood on her hands, but the black and red blood quickly solidified on her hands in the cold, still so eye-catching.

The suffocating silence has lasted for half an hour, which means that a new round of ground attack is about to begin.Karina turned up the volume on the walkie-talkie strapped to her left shoulder, but all that came out was a rustling noise.Suddenly, a few vague words came out, like a few birds passing by in the thick fog. "...06 Observation Station report: 37 M1A2 tanks on the front of position 1437, with an average interval of 60 meters; 41 'Bradley' personnel carriers, 500 meters away from the M1A2 tank attacking forward; 24 M1A2 tanks, 'Leclerc' 8 vehicles are turning to the flanks of the 1633 position, and have crossed the junction with the 1437. 1437, 1633, 1752, ready to meet the enemy!"

Karina suppressed a shiver of cold and fear, and the horizon stabilized in the telescopic view.She saw cloudy clouds of snow fog appearing on the horizon, fringing the horizon with a furry fringe. At this moment Karina heard the roar of engines behind her, and a platoon of T90 tanks rushed over her position towards the enemy. Behind, more Russian tanks were crossing the embankment of the highway.Karina heard another roar, and the enemy's attack helicopter group appeared in the sky ahead, and they formed a black dot matrix in the pale dawn sky.The smoke pipes of the tanks around Karina were activated, and with a low blast, the position was shrouded in a cloud of white smoke.Through a gap in the white mist, she saw Russian helicopters passing overhead.

The 125mm guns on the tank roared like a storm, and the white mist turned into a frantically flickering pink light curtain.Almost at the same time, the first batch of enemy shells fell, and the pink light in the white mist was replaced by the blinding blue-white lightning from the explosion.Karina lay at the bottom of the crater, feeling the ground below her like a vibrating drumhead amidst the loud noises, and the dirt and small stones around her were blown up high and fell all over her back.In the sound of the explosion, the hiss of anti-tank missiles can also be faintly heard when they are launched.Karina felt that the whole universe was shattered into pieces in this heart-piercing bang, falling into the infinite depths... Just when her nerves almost collapsed, the tank battle ended, it only lasted about thirty seconds.

When the white mist and thick smoke cleared, Karina saw the snow in front of her littered with hit Russian tanks, burning piles of raging fires wrapped in black smoke.She looked up, and there was also a large number of destroyed NATO tanks in the distance, which looked like black spots emitting thick smoke on the snow field.But more enemy tanks were rushing across the wreckage, wrapped in clouds of snow whipped up by their tracks. From time to time, the fierce flat and wide front of "Abrams" is exposed from the snow and fog, like a tortoise rushing out of the waves. In the low sky, the melee of the helicopters continued. Karina saw an "Apache" explode in mid-air not far away, and a Mi-28 dragged the leaked fuel, shaking and passing over her head , fell to the ground tens of meters away, and exploded into a ball of fire.The wake of the short-range air-to-air missile drew countless parallel white lines at low altitude...

When Karina heard a bang, she turned around and saw that the bottom door at the rear of a T90 that was hit and emitting thick smoke was opened not far away. She didn't see anyone coming out, only a hand hanging from the door. .Karina jumped out of the crater, rushed behind the tank, grabbed the hand and pulled it out.A dull explosion sounded inside the car, and a searing blast sent Karina back a few steps.In her hand she held a sticky, hot mass, a mass of burnt skin that had been pulled from the tanker's hand.Karina looked up to see a stream of flames erupting from the bottom door.The car has become a small purgatory.In the dark red transparent flame, the figure of the dead tanker was clearly visible, undulating as if in water.

Karina heard two more screeches as a missile squad in front of her left fired the last two anti-tank missiles. Rams", another wireless-guided missile was interfered, and rushed upwards diagonally, losing its target.The six members of the missile squad withdrew from the bunker and ran towards the crater where Karina was.A Comanche helicopter swooped down on them, its angular body resembling a ferocious crocodile.A long row of machine gun bullets hit the snow, and the snow and soil kicked up were like a fence that suddenly stood up and fell down quickly.The fence ran through the small column, knocking out four of them, and only a lieutenant and a private made it to the crater.That's when Karina noticed that the lieutenant was wearing a tank shock cap, probably from a destroyed tank.Each of them held an anti-tank rocket launcher in their hands.After jumping into the crater, the lieutenant first fired at the nearest enemy tank to them, hitting the front of the M1A2, triggering its reactive armor, and the explosion of rockets and reactive armor mixed together, which sounded weird.The tank rushed out of the explosion's smoke, fragments of reactive armor hanging in front of it like a tattered rag.The young soldier continued to aim at it, and the bazooka in his hand shook with the ups and downs of the tank, but it never fired.When the tank that was only forty or fifty meters away from them rushed into a low-lying area, the soldier could only stand on the edge of the crater and aim diagonally downward.The bazooka in his hand fired at the same time as the 120mm gun of the "Abrams".In desperation, the gunner of the tank fired a depleted uranium armor-piercing round that would not explode.The shell with a muzzle velocity of 800 meters per second hit the soldier, turning his upper body into a blood spatter!Karina felt the crackling of fine flesh and blood hitting her steel helmet forcefully.She opened her eyes and saw the edge of the crater right in front of her. The soldier's legs were like two black stumps, rolling silently to her feet at the bottom of the crater.The rest of his body was shattered, splashing a large radiating red spot on the snow.The rocket hit the Abrams, the heat of the focused explosion sliced ​​through its armor, and smoke billowed from the hull.But the steel monster still rushed towards them dragging thick smoke, and it didn't stop until it was about 20 meters away from them with an explosion in the vehicle body, which lifted the top cover of its turret high.

Immediately afterwards, NATO tank lines passed around them, and the ground trembled slightly under the heavy impact of the covering belt.But the tanks ignored the crater they were in.When the first wave of tanks rushed past, the lieutenant grabbed Karina's hand and dragged her out of the crater to a jeep that was already covered in bullet holes.At a distance of more than two hundred meters, the second wave of armored attacks was rushing towards them. "Lie down and play dead!" said the lieutenant.Karina then lay down next to the wheel of the jeep, closed her eyes, "It's more like opening your eyes!" the lieutenant said again, and wiped someone's blood on her face.He also lay down, at right angles to Karina, with his head next to Karina's.His helmet was rolled to one side, and his bristly hair stuck to Karina's temples.Karina opened her eyes wide, looking at the sky that was almost engulfed in thick smoke.

Two or three minutes later, a half-tracked "Bradley" personnel carrier stopped a dozen meters away from them, and several American soldiers in blue and white snow camouflage uniforms jumped out of the vehicle.Most of them went forward in skirmish line with their guns in hand, only one walked towards the jeep.Karina saw two snow-covered paratrooper boots come up against her face.On the hilt of the dagger inserted into the paratrooper boots, the emblem of the 82nd Airborne Division is clearly recognizable-a Pegasus Pegasus.The American leaned over her and their eyes met.Karina did her best to keep her gaze glazed over to those blue pupils of astonishment. "Oh, God!" Karina heard an exclamation, she didn't know whether it was the beauty of the girl with a school star on her shoulder, or her blood-stained face, maybe both.He then reached out to unbutton her collar.Karina got goosebumps all over her body and moved her hand a few centimeters towards the pistol at her waist, but the American just tore off the identification tag around her neck. They waited longer than expected.Enemy tanks and armored vehicles roared past them, and Karina felt her body freeze on the snow.Then she remembered a line from a military poem she had read in an old book describing Matrosov's deeds: "Soldiers lie on the snow as on velvet." .” On the day she received her Ph.D., she wrote this poem in her diary.It was also a snowy night, and she was standing in front of the window on the top floor of the Palace of Sciences at Moscow State University.The snow that night was really like velvet. In the snow and fog, the lights of thousands of houses in the capital flickered.She signed up for the army the next day. At this time, an enemy jeep stopped not far from them, and three NATO officers were chatting while smoking cigars in the car.The surroundings of Karina and the lieutenant became clear, they jumped into their jeep, the lieutenant started the car, and drove quickly along the road that had already been expected.There was the sound of submachine gun fire behind them, and bullets flew overhead, one of which shattered the rearview mirror.The jeep quickly turned into a burning settlement, but the enemy did not chase it. "Major, you are a doctor, right?" the lieutenant asked while driving the car. "Where did you meet me?" "I saw you with Marshal Levsenko's son." After a moment of silence, the lieutenant said again: "Now, his son is the person who is farthest away from war in the world." "What do you mean by that, you have to know..." "It's nothing interesting, just talking." The lieutenant said lightly.Their minds are not on this topic, they are all thinking about the glimmer of hope that they still have—— I hope that this is the only place on the entire front that is broken through. On January 5th, the nearest orbit, "Wannian Fengxue": Misha felt the loneliness of living alone in a city. The "Wannian Fengxue" space complex is indeed as big as a small city, equivalent to two giant aircraft carriers, and can accommodate 5,000 people living in space at the same time.There's even a swimming pool and a small river inside when the complex is in spinning gravity, a luxury that's unrivaled in today's space work environment.But the fact is that the "Wannian Fengxue" is the result of the consistent frugal thinking of the Russian aerospace industry since the "Mir".Its design idea is: to give a structure with all the functions of space exploration in the solar system.Although this is a huge one-time investment, it is still very economical in the long run. The "Wannian Fengxue" is nicknamed the "Swiss Army Knife of Space" by the West. It can be used as a space station in orbit at various altitudes on the earth, and can also be easily moved to orbit around the moon or used for interplanetary exploration flights. The "Wannian Fengxue" has been to Venus and Mars, and has explored the asteroid belt.With its huge size, it is equivalent to moving a research institute into space.As far as space science research is concerned, it has greater advantages than those numerous but small and exquisite spacecraft in the West. As the Wannian Fengxue was preparing to begin its three-year voyage to Jupiter, war broke out.Almost all of its more than a hundred crew members returned to the ground—most of them were air force officers—leaving Misha alone.At this time, the "Wannian Fengxue" exposed one of its flaws: its target is too large, and it has no defense capabilities.Failure to foresee the subsequent process of militarization of space is a mistake of the designer.After the war broke out, the "Wannian Fengxue" could only conduct evasive flight.Going to outer space is out of the question.Within the orbit of Jupiter, there are a large number of NATO unmanned spacecraft, all of which are small in size, armed or unarmed, and each of them is a deadly threat to the "Wannian Fengxue".So, it only sails to the perihelion space. "Wannian Fengxue" is proud of the active cooling heat shielding system, so that it can be closer to the sun than any current human space vehicle.Now the "Wannian Fengxue" has reached the orbit of Mercury, 50 million kilometers away from the sun and 100 million kilometers away from the earth. Although most of the cabins on the "Wannian Fengxue" have been closed, the space left for Misha is still astonishingly large.Through the vast transparent dome, the sun, which is three times larger than that seen from the earth, shines brightly.Flares on the Sun's surface and the dramatic prominences in the purple corona are clearly visible.Sometimes he can even see the rice grains formed by convection on the surface of the photosphere.The tranquility here is false.Outside the spaceship, the stream of particles thrown by the sun and the violent wind and waves of radio waves are whistling, and the "Wannian Fengxue" is a small seed floating in this turbulent ocean. A beam of electric waves as thin as a gossamer connected Misha with the earth, and brought him the worries of that distant world.He just learned that the control center in the suburbs of Moscow had been destroyed by cruise missiles, and the control of the "Wannian Fengxue" was transferred to the second control center in Kuibyshev.He received a piece of war news from the earth every five hours, and at this time, he thought of his father. On January 5, the General Staff of the Russian Army: Marshal Mikhail Semjanovich Levsenko thought he was facing a wall, but in front of him was actually a tiled holographic battlefield map of the Moscow theater.In the past, when he faced the large paper map hanging on the wall, he could see a vast and deep space.Regardless, he prefers traditional maps.I can't remember how many times, the location he was looking for was at the bottom of the map, and he and his staff had to lie on the ground to watch.Thinking about it now, he couldn't help smiling.He also remembered that before many exercises, he used scotch tape to collage the newly distributed combat maps in the field tent. He was always unable to paste them well, but his son who watched the exercises with him for the first time was better than him as soon as he got started. ... Finding himself thinking about his son again, he stopped his thoughts vigilantly. There were only him and the commander of the Western Group in the war room. The latter was smoking one cigarette after another. They stared intently at the changing puff of smoke above the holographic map, as if it was a severe battle situation. The commander of the western group said: "NATO's forces on the front line of Smolensk have reached 75 divisions, and the front of the attack is 100 kilometers wide, and has broken through in many places." "What about the Eastern Front?" Marshal Levsenko asked. "The bulk of the 11th Army has fallen to the Right Alliance, as you know. The Army of the Right Alliance has reached 24 divisions, but their attack on Yaroslavl is still tentative." An explosion on the ground transmitted slight vibrations, and the war room was filled with shadows that swayed slightly with the hanging lights on the ceiling. "Now, people are talking about retreating to Moscow, relying on the buildings and fortifications on the outskirts of the city to fight street battles, as they did more than seventy years ago." "Nonsense! Once we shrink from the western front, NATO may detour from the north and join the right-wing army in Kalinin, and Moscow will not fight. The next step is to counterattack, the second is to counterattack, and the third is to fight back." Or fight back." The commander of the Western Group sighed and looked at the map wordlessly. Marshal Levsenko went on to say: "I know that the western front is not strong enough, and I plan to transfer an army from the eastern front to strengthen the western front." "What? Now Yaroslavl's defense is already very difficult." Marshal Levsenko smiled, "Many commanders now only consider issues from a military point of view. The severe situation makes it difficult for us to get in and out. Judging from the current situation, do you think the right-wing alliance army has no strength to capture Yaroslavl?" "I don't think so. An elite unit like the 14th Army, with such dense armor and low-altitude attack force, can advance less than 15 kilometers a day without suffering too much damage. It is obviously slowing down on purpose. .” "That's right. They are watching, watching the battle on the Western Front! If we regain the initiative on the Western Front, they will continue to wait and see, and there may even be a unilateral ceasefire on the Eastern Front." The commander of the Western Cluster held the cigarette he just took out in his hand and forgot to light it. "The mutiny of several armies on the Eastern Front really stabbed us in the back, but some commanders psychologically used this as an excuse to make our operational policy more negative. This mentality must be changed! Of course, it must be admitted that To fundamentally reverse the situation of the war, the strength of the Moscow theater is not enough, and our ultimate hope lies in the reinforcement of the Caucasus and Ural clusters." "It will take at least a week for the nearby Caucasus cluster to complete its assembly and enter the attack position. Taking into account the factors of competing for air supremacy, the time may be longer." January 5, Moscow: It was past three o'clock in the afternoon when Karina and the lieutenant's jeep drove into the city. The air raid siren had just sounded, and the streets were empty. The lieutenant sighed and said, "Major, I miss my T90 so much! When I graduated from the Armor Academy four years ago, I was falling out of love, but when I first arrived in the army, when I saw that tank, my mood suddenly changed. It's sunny. I touched its armor, which was smooth and warm, like touching a girl's hand. Hey, what are girls, this is a man's real partner! But this morning, it was hit by a A 'northwest wind'. Well, maybe the fire isn't out yet..." At this time, dense explosions came from the northwest of the city.It was a brutal carpet bombing rarely seen in modern air raids. The lieutenant was still immersed in the battle in the morning, "Ah, in less than thirty seconds, a whole tank battalion was finished." "The enemy suffered a lot of casualties." Karina said, "I observed the results of the battle carefully, and the difference in the number of armor destroyed by the two sides is not large." "The destruction ratio of enemy tanks is about 1 to 1.2! Helicopters are worse, but they will not exceed 1 to 1.4." "Nevertheless, the initiative on the battlefield is still on our side - we have a great advantage in numbers, how could the battle be fought like this?" The lieutenant turned his head and glanced at Karina: "You are engaged in electronic warfare, and you don't understand why? Your set of stuff, what is the fifth-generation C3I, what is the 3D battlefield display, and dynamic situation simulation, attack plan optimization And so on, it looks like that in the exercise, but in actual combat, the LCD screen in front of me usually displays two sentences: COMMUNICATION ERROR and COULD NOT LOG IN. Let’s say this morning, I am facing the front The situation on the front and the two wings is completely unclear, and we only received one order: to engage the enemy. Alas...if we put in half of the reinforcements, the enemy will not break through at our position. The situation on the entire front is mostly like this." Karina knew that in the past battle, the total number of tanks invested by the two sides on the entire front may exceed 10,000, and there are also armed helicopters that are half the number of tanks. Their car pulled into Arbat Street, a formerly pedestrian street that is now empty, with sandbags piled in front of antique and art shops. "I didn't lose money on my Iron Lover." The lieutenant was still engrossed in the morning's battle, "I must have hit a 'Challenger', but the one I most want to hit is an 'Abra James, you know? An 'Abrams'..." Karina pointed to the door of an antique shop: "There, my grandpa died there." "But there doesn't seem to be an air raid here." "I'm talking about twenty years ago, when I was only four years old. That winter was so cold! The heating stopped, and the room was frozen. I had to hold the TV to keep warm, listening to the president in my arms. I promised the Russians a warm winter. I cried and cried for cold and hunger. Grandpa looked at me silently, and finally made up his mind. He took out his treasured medal and took me out to this street. It was a free market back then, and people sold everything from vodka to political opinions. An American fell in love with Grandpa's medal, but he was only willing to pay $40. He said that the Order of the Red Banner and the Order of the Red Star were not worth much, but If there is an Order of Khmelnitsky, I will give $100; Order of Glory, 150; Order of Nakhimov, 200; To the Marshal, but the Order of Suvorov is also worth something, I can give you 450 dollars ... Grandpa walked away in silence. We walked and walked along Arbat Street in the cold wind, and then Grandpa couldn’t walk anymore, and the sky It was getting dark, and he sat feebly on the steps of the antique shop, and let me go home first. The next day, he was found frozen to death, with a hand in his arms, holding the blood he had bought. Medal, eyes wide open to the city he saved from Guderian's tanks more than seventy years ago..." On January 5, the General Staff of the Russian Army: For the first time in a week, Field Marshal Levsenko stepped out of the underground war room, walked through the thick white snow, and searched for the sun.By this time the sun was halfway down behind the snow-covered pine forest.In the marshal's imagination, a small black spot was slowly moving on the orange surface of the setting sun.It was the "Wannian Fengxue", with the marshal's son on board.He is the farthest son from his father on this planet. This incident has caused a lot of gossip in the country, and the enemy is even more hyped internationally. The New York Times ran a headline in frighteningly large boldface: "The Longest Deserter in the History of War!" ".The following is a photo of Misha, and the footnote of the photo is: When the Russian government incited 300 million Russians to drown the invaders with blood, the son of their supreme military commander fled to a distance from the battlefield in the only giant spaceship in the country. billion kilometers.He's the safest guy in the country right now. But Marshal Levsenko has a clear conscience.From middle school to post-doctorate, almost no one around Misha knew who his father was.The Space Control Center made this decision only because Misha's research specialty is the mathematical model of stars. The approach of the "Wannian Fengxue" to the sun this time is a rare opportunity for his research, and the combination cannot be completely controlled by remote control, so there should be at least one person on it.The commander-in-chief only learned of Misha's identity later on from Western news. On the other hand, whether Marshal Levsenko admits it or not, deep down in his heart, he really wants his son to stay away from the war.It's not just out of flesh and blood.Marshal Levsenko always felt that his son did not belong in the war.Yes, he was the last man in the world who didn't belong to war.But he also knew that there was something wrong with his thinking: who belonged to the war? Besides, does Misha belong to the stars?He loves the stars and devotes his whole life to its study.But he himself is the opposite of the star, he is more like Pluto, like that quiet, cold dwarf planet, orbiting alone in the distant space where the light of the world cannot reach.Misha's personality, coupled with his fair and delicate appearance, made it easy for people to think that he looked like a girl.But Marshal Levsenko knew in his heart that his son was not like a girl at all in essence—girls were afraid of being alone, but Misha liked being alone.Solitude is his nourishment, his air. Misha was born in East Germany.The son's birthday was the darkest day of his life for the Marshal.That evening, as a major, he stood with his subordinates on the last post for the martyrs for more than 40 years in front of the Soviet martyrs' cemetery in Tigarden, West Berlin.In front of him were a group of smiling Western military officers, a few German policemen who were slacking off with their dogs and dogs, and those bald neo-Nazis who shouted "Red Army get out".Behind him were the tearful eyes of the captain and the soldiers.He couldn't help himself, so he had to let the tears blur all this.After dark, he returned to the camp that had been evacuated. On the last night before returning home, he learned that Misha was born, but his wife died due to dystocia... Life was also difficult after returning home.Like the 400,000 soldiers and 120,000 civilians evacuated from Europe, he had no housing, and lived with Misha in a temporary metal house that was cold in winter and hot in summer.His former comrades-in-arms did everything to make a living, some sold weapons to the underworld, and some even went to nightclubs to dance striptease.But he has been living an upright life like a soldier, and Misha has also grown up silently amid hardships.Unlike other children, he seems to be born with tolerance, because he has his own world. As early as when he was in elementary school, Misha spent the whole night quietly in his small room alone.At first the marshal thought he was reading a book, but one time, he accidentally discovered that his son was standing at the window, looking at the stars motionless. "Dad, I like stars. I want to watch them all my life," he said to his father. On his eleventh birthday, Misha made a request to his father for the first time: he wanted an astronomical telescope.Before that, he had been observing the stars with Marshal Levsenko's military telescope.Later, that astronomical telescope became Misha's only companion.Looking at the stars on the balcony, he could see the east all the time.A few times, the father and son looked at the stars together on the balcony. The marshal always aimed the telescope at the brightest star in the night sky, but the son shook his head disapprovingly, "That star is boring, Dad. That It's Venus, and Venus is a planet, I just like stars." But Misha had no interest in the things that other boys liked.The little fat guy at the chief of staff's house next door stole his father's pistol for fun, and accidentally shot through his thigh.For the boys of the generals in the staff department, if their father can lead them to the shooting range of the army to shoot once, it will be the highest reward.But the boy's innate fascination with weapons did not appear in Misha at all.From this point of view, he really doesn't look like a boy.The marshal was so disturbed by this, he could hardly tolerate his son's indifference to weapons, that he later did something that still makes him ashamed to think about it.Once, he quietly put his own Makanov pistol on his son's desk.Not long after returning from school, Misha came out of his small room with a gun—he held the gun carefully like a woman, holding the barrel—and put the gun gently in front of his father, saying flatly: " Dad, don't leave this thing lying around in the future." On the issue of Misha's future, the marshal is an open-minded person.He is not like the generals around him, who are bent on letting his sons and even daughters continue their military careers.But Misha was indeed too far away from his father's career. Marshal Levsenko is not a grumpy person, but as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, he has reprimanded a general in front of tens of thousands of officers and soldiers more than once.But with Misha, he never lost his temper.This is of course because Misha has been growing up along his own track silently, rarely letting his father worry about it. More importantly, Misha seems to be born with an extraordinary and detached temperament, which sometimes even makes Levson Marshal Coe felt a little awed.It's like he randomly buried a seed in a flower box, but a rare and rare plant grew out.He watched in awe as the plant grew day by day, cared for it carefully, and waited for it to bloom.His expectations did not fail, and his son is now the world's best astrophysicist. At this time, the sun had completely set behind the pine forest, and the snow on the ground changed from white to light blue.Marshal Levsenko withdrew his thoughts and returned to the underground war room.Everyone who held the combat conference was present, including the main commanders of the Western Group and the Caucasus Group. In addition, there are electronic warfare commanders, ranging from major generals to captains, most of whom have just returned from the front line.A heated debate was going on in the war room between the officers of the Western Group's Marine and Electronic Warfare units. "We correctly identified the change in the direction of the enemy's main attack." Commander Feletov of Tamanmo said, "The mobility of our armored force and the low-altitude attack force of the Army Aviation is not bad, but the communication system has been disrupted in a mess. The C3I command system is almost paralyzed! The electronic warfare units in the group army have been promoted from battalion to regiment, and from regiment to division. In the past two years, the investment in this has been more than the investment in conventional equipment. Is this the result?! " A lieutenant general in charge of commanding the electronic warfare in the theater glanced at Karina beside him.Like other officers who had just returned from the front, her camouflage uniform was stained and scorched, and her face was still stained with blood.The lieutenant general said: "Major Karina is very accomplished in electronic warfare research, and she is also an electronic warfare observer sent by the General Staff to the front. Her opinion may be more convincing." Outspoken and unscrupulous, he is often used as a weapon, and this time is no exception. Karina stood up and said: "Colonel, you can't say that! Compared with NATO, our investment in C3I over the years is insignificant." "What about electronic countermeasures?" the division commander asked, "The enemy can interfere with us, but you can't interfere with them?! Our C3I is paralyzed, but NATO's is running very well, as if it has been lubricated. This morning I was opposite It is proof that the 1st Marine Division can change the direction of attack so quickly!" Karina smiled wryly: "Speaking of interference against the enemy, Colonel Filitov, don't forget that it was on your division's position that your men held the operator's head with a gun and forced the group army's electronic countermeasure unit to stop. jammer!" "What's the matter?" Marshal Levsenko asked, when people realized that he had entered, and they all stood up and saluted. "That's right," the division commander explained to the marshal, "For our communication command system, their interference is more serious than NATO's! In the NATO interference, we can still maintain a certain amount of wireless communication, but their jammers As soon as it opened, it covered us all!" Karina said: "But at the same time, the enemy is completely covered! This is the only strategy that our army can choose to implement electronic countermeasures. NATO has widely used frequency hopping, direct sequence spread spectrum, Zero controllable adaptive antenna, burst, single-frequency forwarding and frequency agility and other technologies. Our frequency targeting method for jamming does not work at all, and we can only use full-band blocking jamming." A colonel of the 5th Army asked: "Major, NATO uses frequency-targeted jamming, and the frequency band is quite narrow, and our C3I system also generally uses the communication technologies you mentioned. How effective is interference?" "The reason for this is simple. What kind of software and hardware platform is our C3I system built on? UNIX, LINUX, or even WINDOWS 2010, the CPU is INTEL and AMD! Under this condition, the enemy can quickly grasp electronic warfare information such as frequency hopping patterns, and at the same time use more effective pure software attacks to enhance its jamming effect. The General Staff once vigorously promoted the domestic operating system, but there are many obstacles below. Your army group is the most stubborn fortress..." "Okay, the problems and contradictions you mentioned are exactly what today's meeting is going to solve, a meeting!" Marshal Levsenko interrupted the debate. 当大家在电子沙盘前坐好后，列夫森科元帅叫过一位少校参谋，这个身材细高的年轻人双眼眯缝着，好像不适应作战室中的光线。“介绍一下，这位是邦达连科少校，他的最大特点就是深度近视。他的眼镜与众不同，别人的眼镜镜片在镜框里边，他的镜片在镜框外面，哈，就像茶杯底那么厚啊！但我们现在看不到镜片——早上少校的吉普车遇到空袭时给砸了，好像隐形眼镜也弄丢了？” “报告首长，那是五天前在明斯克丢的。我的眼睛是在半年内变成这样的。这变化早些的话，我进不了伏龙芝军事学院。”少校立正说。 虽然谁也不知道元帅为什么介绍这位少校，人群中还是响起了低低的笑声。 “战争爆发以来的事实说明，虽然有白俄罗斯战场的失利，但在空中和陆上常规武器方面，我们并不比敌人差多少；但在电子战方面，我们的差距之大出乎意料。造成这样的局面有很深远的历史原因，这不是我们今天要讨论的。我们要明确的是以下一点：目前，电子战是我军夺回战争主动权的关键！我们首先必须承认敌人在电子战方面的优势，甚至是压倒性优势，然后我们必须以我军现有的电子战软硬件条件为基础，制定出一套行之有效的战略战术。这套战略战术的目的，是要在短时间内，使我军和北约在电子战方面形成力量上的平衡。也许大家认为这不可能——我军上世纪末以来的战争理论，主要是基于局部有限战争的，对目前在军事上如此强大的敌人的全面进攻，确实研究得不够。在这样严峻的形势下，我们必须以一种全新的方式思维。下面我要介绍的统帅部新的电子战战略，就可以看作这种思维的结果。” 灯灭了，电脑屏幕和电子沙盘都关闭了，重重的防辐射门也紧紧关闭，作战室淹没于伸手不见五指的黑暗之中。 “是我让关灯的。”黑暗中传来元帅的声音。 时间在黑暗和沉默中慢慢流逝，这样过了有一分钟。 “大家现在有什么感觉？”列夫森科元帅问。 没有人问答。浓重的黑暗使军官们仿佛沉没在夜之海的海底，呼吸都有些困难。 “安德烈将军，你说说看。” “这几天在战场上的感觉。”第5集团军军长说。黑暗中又响起了一阵低低的笑声。 “别的人呢？大概都与他有同感吧？”元帅说。 “当然。您想想，耳机里除了沙沙声什么也没有，屏幕上一片空白，对作战命令和周围的战场态势一无所知，可不就是这种感觉嘛！这黑暗，压得人喘不过气来啊！” “但并非所有人都是这种感觉。邦达连科少校，你呢？”列夫森科元帅问。 邦达连科少校的声音从作战室的一角传来：“我的感觉不像他们这么糟糕。在亮着灯的时候，我看周围也是模模糊糊的。” “你甚至还有一种优越感吧？”列夫森科元帅问。 “是的，元帅您可能听说过，在纽约大停电时，是瞎子带领人们走出摩天大楼的。” “但安德烈将军的感觉也是可以理解的。他有一双鹰眼，还是个神枪手，喝酒时常用手枪在十几米外开酒瓶盖。想想他和邦达连科少校在这里用手枪决斗，可是一件很有意思的事。” 黑暗中的作战室又陷入了沉默，指挥官们都在思考。 灯亮了，人们都眯起了双眼，这与其说是不能适应突然出现的亮光，不如说是对元帅刚刚的暗示感到震惊。 列夫森科元帅站起来说：“我想，刚才我已把我军的电子战新战略表达清楚了：全频段大功率的阻塞干扰，在电磁通信上，制造一个双方'共享'的全黑暗战场！” “这样将使我军的战场指挥系统全面瘫痪！”有人惊恐地说。 “北约也一样！瞎大家一起瞎，聋大家一起聋，在这样的条件下同敌人达到电子战的力量平衡。这就是新战略的核心思想。” “那总不至于让我们用通信员骑摩托车传达作战命令吧？！” “要是路不好，他们还得骑马。”列夫森科元帅说，“我们粗略估计了一下，这样的全频段阻塞干扰，至少可覆盖北约70%的战场通信系统，这就意味着他们的C3I系统将全面瘫痪。同时还可使敌人50%至60%的远程打击武器失去作用，尤其是'战斧'巡航导弹——现在这种导弹的制导系统同上个世纪有了很大的改变，那时的'战斧'主要使用地形匹配和小型测高雷达来导航，现在这种导航方式只用作末端制导，而在其运行过程的大部分都依靠全球卫星定位系统。通用动力公司和麦克唐纳·道格拉斯公司认为他们所做的这种改进是一大进步。美国人太相信来自太空中的导航电波了，但GPS系统的电波传输一旦被干扰，'战斧'就成了瞎子。这种对GPS的依赖在北约大部分远程打击武器中都存在。在我们所设想的战场电磁条件出现时，敌人就会被迫同我们打常规战，我们自己的优势就会充分发挥出来。” “我还是心里没底。”被从东线调往西线的第12集团军军长忧心忡忡地说，“在这样的战场通信条件下，我甚至怀疑我的集团军能不能从东线顺利地调到西线。” “你肯定能的！”列夫森科元帅说，“这段距离，对库图佐夫来说很短，我不信今天的俄罗斯军队离了无线电就走不过去了！被现代化装备惯坏的，应该是美国人而不是我们。我知道，当整个战场都处于电磁黑暗中时，你们心中肯定会感到恐惧。这时要记住，敌人比你们恐惧十倍！” 看着卡琳娜的身影混在穿迷彩服的军官中，消失在作战室的出口，列夫森科元帅不禁担心起来。她将重返前线，而她所在的电子战部队将是敌人火力最集中的地方。昨天，在同一亿公里远的儿子那来回延时达5分钟的通话中，元帅曾告诉他卡琳娜很好，但在今早的战斗中，她就险些没回来。 米沙和卡琳娜是在一次演习中认识的。那天元帅和儿子一起吃晚饭，同往常一样，他们默默地吃着，米沙早逝的母亲在远处的镜框中默默地看着他们。米沙突然说：“爸爸，我想起明天就是您的五十一岁生日了，我应该送您一件生日礼物。我是看见那架天文望远镜才想起来的，那件礼物真好。” “送我几天时间吧！” 儿子抬头静静地看着父亲。 “你有你的事业，我很高兴。但做父亲的想让儿子了解自己的事业，这总不算过分吧！明天你和我一起去看军事演习怎么样？” 米沙笑着点点头。他很少笑的。 这是本世纪国内规模最大的一场演习。演习开始的前夜，米沙对公路上那滚滚而过的钢铁洪流没什么兴趣。一下直升机，他就钻进野战帐篷，用透明胶带替父亲粘贴刚发下来的作战地图。第二天演习的整个过程中，米沙也没表现出丝毫的兴趣。这早在列夫森科元帅的预料之中，但有一件事使他感到莫大的安慰。 上午进行的演习项目是装甲师进攻高地，米沙同一群地方官员一起坐在观摩台的北侧。这次观摩台的位置虽在安全距离之外，但应那些猎奇的地方官员的要求，比过去大大靠前了。图22轰炸机群掠过高地上空，重磅航空炸弹雨点般地落下，使那座山头变成喷发的火山口。这时，那群地方官员才明白真实战场同电影里的区别。在那地动山摇的巨响中，他们全都用双臂抱住脑袋伏在桌子上，有几位女士甚至尖叫着往桌下钻。但元帅看到，只有米沙一个人仍直直坐着，仍是那副冷漠的表情，静静地无动于衷地看着那座可怕的火山，任爆炸的火光在他的墨镜中狂闪。一股暖流冲击着列夫森科元帅的心田。儿子，你的身上到底流着军人的血啊！ 这天晚上，父子俩在白天的演习现场散步。远处，各种装甲车辆的前灯如繁星洒满山谷和平原，空气中还残留着淡淡的硝烟味。 “这场演习要花多少钱？”米沙问。 “直接费用大约三亿卢布。” 米沙叹了口气，“我们的课题组想搞第三代恒星演化模型，申请了三十五万经费都批不下来。” 列夫森科元帅把他早就想对儿子说的话说了出来：“我们两个的世界相差太远了。你的恒星，最近的也有4光年吧，它同地球上的军队与战争真是毫不相干。我对你的事业知之不多，但为之感到很骄傲。做为军人，我们也是最想让儿子了解自己事业的人。哪一个父亲不把对儿子讲述自己的戎马生涯当作最大的幸福？而你对我的事业却总抱着冷漠的态度。事实上，我的事业是你的事业的基础和保障。一个国家，如果没有足够数量和质量的武装力量保证它的和平的话，像你从事的这种纯基础研究根本不可能进行。” “爸爸，你说反了。如果人们都像我们这样，用全部的生命去探索宇宙的话，就能领略到宇宙的美——它的宏大和深远后面的美，而一个对宇宙和自然的内在美有深刻感觉的人，是不会去进行战争的。” “你这种想法真是幼稚到家了！如果战争是因为人们缺乏美感造成的，那和平可太容易了！” “您以为让人类感受这种美就那么容易吗？”米沙指指夜空中灿烂的星海，“您看这些恒星。人们都知道它们是美的，但有多少人能够真正体会到这种美的最深层呢？这无数的天体，它们从星云到黑洞的演化是那么壮丽，它们喷发的能量是那么巨大，但您知道吗，只用数目不多的几个优美的方程式就能精确地描述这一切。用这些方程式建立的数学模型能极其精确地预言恒星的一切行为。甚至我们对自己星球上大气层建立的数学模型，精确度都要比它低几个数量级。” 列夫森科元帅点点头：“这是可能的，据说人类对月球的了解比对地球海底的了解还要多。但你所说的对宇宙和自然深层次美的感受还是制止不了战争。没有人比爱因斯坦更能感受这种美了，原子弹不还是在他的建议下造出来了吗？” “爱因斯坦在他的后期研究中没什么建树，很大程度上是由于他过多地介入了政治。我不会走他的老路的。但，爸爸，到了需要的时候，我也会尽自己的责任的。” 米沙在演习区待了五天。元帅不知儿子是什么时候认识卡琳娜的。第一次看到他们在一起的时候，他们已经谈得很融洽了。他们谈恒星，而卡琳娜对此知道的很多。卡琳娜只是个天真烂漫的女孩，但因为拥有博士学位，她早早就扛上了一颗校星，他对此心里多少有些别扭。不过除此之外，他对卡琳娜的印象还是很好的。第二次见到米沙和卡琳娜在一起时，列夫森科元帅发现他们关系已更加亲密。他们谈话的内容让他很意外——他们在谈电子战。当时他们俩在距元帅的吉普车不远的一辆坦克边，并没有避开别人的意思。 元帅听到米沙说：“你们现在只关注于一些纯软件的高层次的东西，比如C3I、病毒攻击、数字战场，等等，可你想到没有，你们可能握着一把木头做的剑。”看着卡琳娜惊奇的目光，米沙继续说，“你想过这些东西的基础吗？也就是位于网络七层协议最下面的物理层？对于民用网络，可以使用光纤和定向激光之类的东西作为通信媒介。但对于用于战场的C3I系统，它的各个终端是快速移动和位置不定的，只能主要依赖电磁波来进行信息联系，而电磁波这东西，你知道，在干扰下就像薄冰一样脆弱……” 元帅真的吃惊不小。他从未与儿子交流过这些，米沙更不可能偷看他的机密文件，但米沙却把元帅在电子战上多年来形成的思想简明准确地表达出来！米沙的这番话对卡琳娜的影响更大，居然使她偏离了原来的研究方向，研制出一种代号“洪水”的电磁干扰装置。“洪水”的大小可以装入一辆装甲车，能同时发出3KHz到30GHz的强烈电磁干扰波，覆盖除毫米波之外的所有电磁通信波段。这种武器在西伯利亚某基地进行的第一次实验就为军队惹来了一屁股官司——“洪水”使附近那座城市的电磁波通信全部中断，手机不通了，传呼机不响了，电视机和收音机都收不到信号。对银行和股市的影响更是灾难性的，地方上把造成的损失说成了天文数字。“洪水”的灵感来自于一种电磁炸弹，原理是使用高爆炸药在一次性线圈中产生强烈的电磁脉冲。所以“洪水”工作起来如同火箭发动机一样，产生的音响能震破附近的窗玻璃，这就决定了它只能遥控操作，而距它二三千米处的操作人员还得穿上防微波辐射的防护服。“洪水”在总装备部和总参谋部的电子战指挥机构引起了很大的争论。很多人认为它没什么实战价值，在有限战场上使用它，就如同在巷战中使用核武器，对敌我的杀伤力都一样大。但在元帅的坚持下，“洪水”还是批量生产了二百多台。现在，在统帅部新的电子战战略中，它将担当主要角色。 儿子爱上了一个军中的姑娘，元帅深感意外。他的结论是，米沙对卡琳娜的感情同她的职业无关。后来米沙带卡琳娜到家里来过几次，第一次卡琳娜穿着一件亮丽的连衣裙，走时元帅听到米沙对卡琳娜说：“下次穿军装来。”这事使元帅否定了自己先前的结论。他现在知道，米沙爱上卡琳娜，与她是一名少校军官并非一点关系也没有。与演习第一天上午感到的别扭不同，现在元帅觉得卡琳娜肩上的那颗校星无比美丽。 1月6日，莫斯科战区： 强烈的电磁波在战区上空很快聚集，最后形成了巨大的电磁台风。战后人们回忆，当时在远离前线的山村里，人们也看到动物和鸟儿骚动不安；在灯火管制的城市中，人们能看到电视天线上感应出的微小火花…… 从东线调往西线的第12集团军的一个装甲团正在急速行军，团长站在停在路边的吉普车旁，满意地看着漫天雪尘中急速行进的部队。敌人的空袭远没有预料的强度，所以部队可以在白天赶路了。这时，三枚“战斧”导弹低低地从他们头顶掠过，冲压发动机低沉的嗡嗡声清晰可闻。不一会儿，远处响起了三声爆炸。团长身边的通信员拿着只听得到沙沙声的耳机无事可做，转头看看爆炸的方向，然后惊叫起来，让他看，他让通信员不要大惊小怪，但旁边的一位少校营长也让他看，他就看了，然后困惑地摇了摇头。“战斧”不是每枚都能命中目标，但像这样三枚相距上千米落到空无一物的田野上，真是少见。 两架苏27孤独地飞行在战区5000米上空。它们本来属于一支歼击机中队，但这支中队刚刚在海上同一组北约的F22发生了遭遇战，混战中，它们和中队失散了。在以前，重新会合是轻而易举的事。但现在，无线电联络不通了，原来对高速歼击机来说很狭小的空域现在变得如宇宙一样广阔，要想会合如同大海捞针。这对长僚机只能紧贴着飞行，距离之近像在飞特技。只有这样，他们才能听到对方的无线电呼叫。 “左上方发现可疑目标，方位220，仰角30！”僚机报告。长机飞行员沿那个方位看去，冬日雪后的晴空一碧如洗，能见度极好。两架飞机向斜上方靠近目标观察。那个目标与他们同一方向飞行，但速度慢了许多，所以他们很快追上了它。 当他们看清目标后，真觉得白天见了鬼。那是一架北约的E-4A预警机，是歼击机最不可能遇到的敌方飞机，就像一个人不可能看到自己的后脑勺一样。E-4A预警飞机上的雷达监视面积可达100万平方公里，环视一圈只需5秒钟。它能发现远离防区2000公里处的目标，可以提供40分钟以上的预警时间。它能发现1000-2000公里范围里的800-1000个电磁信号，每次扫描可询问和识别2000个海陆空各类目标。预警机从不需护航，它强有力的千里眼可使自己远远地避开歼击机的威胁。所以长机飞行员理所当然地认为这可能是一个圈套。他和僚机向四周的空域仔细搜索了一遍，明净寒冷的空中看不到任何东西，长机决定冒一次险。 “雷球雷球，我将发起攻击，你向317方位警戒，但注意不要超出目视距离！” 看着僚机向着机长认为最可能有埋伏的方位飞去后，他打开油门，猛拉操纵杆。苏27拖着加速产生的黑烟，如一条仰起头的眼镜蛇向斜上方的预警机扑去。这时E-4A也发现了向它逼近的威胁，急忙向东南方向作逃脱的机动飞行。干扰热寻导弹的镁热弹不断地从机尾蹦出，那一串小小的光球仿佛是它那被吓出壳的灵魂。预警飞机在歼击机面前就如同自行车在摩托车面前一样，是无法逃脱的。这时长机飞行员才感到他刚才给僚机的命令是多么自私。他在E-4A的后上方远远跟着它，欣赏着到手的猎物。E-4A背上蓝白相间的雷达天线罩线条优美，像一件可人的圣诞玩具。它那粗大的白色机身，如同摆在盘子里的一只肥美的烤鸭，令他垂涎欲滴，又不忍下刀叉。但直觉使他不敢拖延。他首先用20毫米口径机炮做了一个点射，击碎了E-4A的雷达天线罩。他看到，西屋公司制造的AN/PY-3型雷达的天线的碎片飞散在空中，如圣诞节银色的纸花。他接着用机炮切断了E-4A的一个机翼，最后，射速达每分钟6000发的双管机炮射出的死亡之刃，将已经翻滚下坠的E-4A拦腰斩断。苏27盘旋着跟随两块坠落的机体，飞行员看到，人员和设备不停地从机舱中掉出来，就像从盒中掉出的糖果一样，有几朵伞花在空中绽开。他想起了在刚过去的空战中，一个战友被击落时的情景：一架F22三次从战友的降落伞上方掠过，把伞冲翻了，他看着战友像一块石头一样渐渐消失在大地的白色背景中。他克制了这样做的冲动，同僚机会合后，双机编队以最快的速度脱离这个空域。 他们仍觉得这可能是个圈套。 走散的飞机并不止那两架。在廊房战线的上空，一架隶属于美国陆军骑一师的“科曼奇”在漫无目标地飞着，飞行员沃克中尉却倍感兴奋。他刚从“阿帕奇”转飞“科曼奇”不久，对这种上世纪末才大量装备陆军的武装攻击直升机不太适应。他不喜欢“科曼奇”的没有脚踏的操纵系统，并觉得它的双目头盔瞄准镜不如“阿帕奇”的单目镜舒服，但他最不适应的还是坐在前面的攻击指挥员哈尼上尉。他们第一次见面时，哈尼说：“中尉，你要清楚自己的位置，我是这架直升机的大脑，你只是它电子和机械部件的一部分——你要尽一个部件的责任！”而沃克最讨厌作为一个部件而存在。记得一位年近百岁的参加过二战的前海军飞行员参观他们的基地时，看了看“科曼奇”的座舱，摇摇头说：“唉，孩子们，我当年那架野马式，座舱里的仪表还不如现在微波炉上的多。我最好的仪表是它！”他拍了拍沃克的屁股，“我们两代飞行员的区别，就是空中骑士和电脑操作员的区别。”沃克想当空中骑士，现在机会来了。在俄罗斯人那近乎变态的疯狂干扰下，这架直升机上的什么“作战任务设备一体化系统”、什么“目标探测系统”、什么“辅助目标探查分类系统”、什么“真实视觉场面发生器”，还有“资料突发系统”，全他妈妈的休克了！只剩下那两台1200马力的T800型引擎还在忠实地转动着。哈尼平时就是全凭那些电子玩艺儿发号施令的，现在他那张喋喋不休的臭嘴也随着这些东西沉默下来。这时，内部送话系统传来了哈尼的话音： “注意，发现目标，好像在左前方，好像在那个小山包旁边，有一支装甲部队，好像是敌人的，你……看着办吧！” 沃克差点笑出声来。哈，这小子，听他以前是怎么指挥的：“发现目标，方位133，90式坦克17辆，89式运兵车21辆，向391方位以平均时速43.5公里运动，平均间隔31.4米。按AJ041号优化攻击方案，从179方位以37度倾角进入……”现在呢？“好像”有装甲部队，“好像”在“山包那边”。这他妈用你说？我早看见了！还让我看着办。你是废物了哈尼，现在是我的天下，我要用屁股当仪表做一个骑士了！这架“科曼奇”在我的手中将不辜负它那英勇的印第安部落的名字。 “科曼奇”向着那显而易见的目标冲去，把机上的62枚27.5英寸口径“蜂巢”火箭全部发射出去。沃克陶醉地看着那群拖着着火尾的小蜜蜂欢快地向目标飞去，把敌人的车队淹没于一片火海之中。但当他迂回飞行观察战果时却发现事情不对，地面上敌人的士兵没有隐蔽，而是全都站在雪地上冲他指点着，像是在破口大骂。沃克飞近一些，清楚地看到了一辆被击毁的装甲车上的标志，那是个三环同心圆，中间是蓝色，然后是一个白圈儿和一个红圈儿。沃克眼前一黑，感到世界变成了地狱，破口大骂起来： “你个狗娘养的白痴，你瞎眼了？！” 但他还是聪明地远远飞开，以防那些暴怒的法国佬还击：“你个狗娘养的，你现在大概在想到军事法庭上怎样把责任推给我。你推不掉的，你是负责目标甄别的，你要明白这一点！” “也许……我们还有机会补救，”哈尼怯生生地说，“我又发现了一支部队，就在对面……” “去你妈的吧！”沃克没好气地说。 “这次没错，他们正在同法国人交火！” 这下沃克又来了精神，驾机向新目标冲去，看到对方主要是步兵，装甲力量不多，这倒证实了哈尼的判断。沃克把仅剩的四枚“地狱火”导弹发射出去，然后把加特林双管机枪的射速调到每分钟1500发并开始射击。他舒服地感觉到机枪通过机体传来的微微振动，看到地面敌人的散兵线被撒上了一层白色的“胡椒面”。但一名老练的武装直升机飞行员的直觉告诉他有危险。他扭头一看，只见一枚肩射导弹刚刚从左下方一名站在吉普车上的士兵肩上发射出来。沃克手忙脚乱地发射了诱饵镁热弹，又向后方作摆脱飞行，但晚了些，那枚导弹拖着蛛丝般的白烟击中了“科曼奇”的机头下部。沃克从爆炸带来的短暂昏眩中醒来时，发现直升机已坠落到雪地上。沃克拼命爬出全是白烟的机舱，在雪地上抱住一棵刚被螺旋桨齐腰砍断的树，回头看见前舱中被炸成肉浆的哈尼上尉。他又看到前方一群端着冲锋枪的士兵正在向他跑来。沃克颤抖着抽出手枪放到面前的雪地上，然后掏出俄语会话本读了起来： “吾已方下无起，吾是战扶，日内瓦……” 他后脑挨了一枪托，肚子上又挨了一脚，但他翻倒在雪地上时却大笑起来——他可能被揍个半死，但不会全死，因为他看到了那些士兵衣领上波兰军队的鹰形领章。 1月7日，明斯克，北约军队作战指挥中心： “把那个该死的军医叫来!”托尼·帕克上将烦躁地喊道。当那名瘦高的上校军医跑到他面前时，他恼怒地说，“怎么搞的？你折腾了两次，我的假牙还在嗡嗡响！” “将军，这是我见过的最奇怪的事，也许是您的神经系统有问题，要不我给您打一针局部麻醉？” 这时，一位少校参谋走过来说：“将军，请把假牙给我，我有办法的。”帕克于是取下假牙，放到了少校递过来的纸巾上。 关于将军掉的两颗门牙，媒体的普遍说法是在波斯湾战争中他所在的坦克被击中时造成的，只有将军自己知道这不是真的。那次是断了下颚，牙则是更早些时候掉的。那是在克拉克空军基地，当时的世界好像除了火山灰外什么都没有——天是灰的，地是灰的，空气也是灰的，就连他和基地最后一批人员将要登上的那架“大力神”，机顶上也落了厚厚白白的一层。火山岩浆的暗红色火光在这灰色的深处时隐时现。那个菲律宾女职员还是找来了，说基地没了，