Anti-Japanese War: When I get promoted, the system will explode with soldiers

"Old Sun, you're one step ahead of us."

A guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes jumped down from the first fighter plane. This guy was Du Hangsheng, the squadron leader of the fighter squadron. He had a record of shooting down three Japanese planes, which was not enough to meet the standards of an ace pilot.

The Old Sun he was talking about was Sun Qiuzhong, the squadron leader of the transport aircraft squadron.

"We have no other choice. Our aviation group has a rule that we will be your auxiliary from now on. So we set off before you arrived. How much fuel are you short of?"

Sun Qiuzhong didn't waste any words. In addition to unloading the fuel, they also had to assist these fighter pilots to fill up the fuel and then let them take off quickly. Now was not the time to talk nonsense.

"We added two auxiliary fuel tanks, but we're not using much of them right now, less than a third."

The Bf109 fighter's range is not very long, but after adding two auxiliary fuel tanks, it can increase the time they can stay in the sky. Of course, there is no way to add bombs.

The reason they were sent out this time was to find the people first, so they were not asked to hang bombs. What's more, bombs would not have much effect on the scattered cavalry.

"Everyone, hurry up and cheer on our fighter brothers first!"

Captain Sun clapped his hands. The transport plane was half-fueled. Now they had to refuel the fighter jets first. The transport team began to switch slowly. They had no training before, so it was not easy for them to be so flexible now.

The fighter jets were short of fuel, so they were quickly filled up. Without waiting for the men to rest, they immediately took off again. The local people also noticed that the pilots of the 72nd Division did not have so many bad habits. The pilots who had landed here in the past always had discomfort here and there after landing, and it always took a while before they could take off.

But look at the pilots of the 72nd Division. Many of them did not get off the plane. They just stood up and moved around, and then took off. This shows that their usual training was very thorough.

After waiting for these dozen fighter jets to take off, the second batch of transport planes arrived immediately. Captain Sun asked the transport planes to stop farther away and waited for the first batch of transport planes on his side to be refueled. Then he immediately used the radio to ask the second batch of fighter jets in the sky. They would not land until half an hour later, so the first batch of transport planes had to return.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. Thank you all for your help. The higher-ups have their own thanks, and we brothers have our own thanks. But let me be frank: there's fuel all around, so don't smoke here."

Before takeoff, Captain Sun kicked two boxes of cigarettes out of the cabin. Hundreds of local brothers at the airport fell down after seeing this.

"Don't worry, Commander Sun. We brothers are also afraid of death. If there is a spark, we will be the first to die."

The ground crew battalion commander said with a smile and quickly distributed cigarettes to his brothers.

Captain Sun also nodded with a smile, then closed the hatch and prepared to take off into the distance. The brothers behind him followed one by one. There were still several more flights to go today.

"Listen up, everyone! Hide your cigarettes in your crotch. If anyone dares to take one out and light one, don't blame me for being insensitive today. Hurry up and sort out these empty oil drums. When the second group comes back, fill them up."

The ground crew battalion commander knew that these oil drums were reused, but after he said it, he seemed to feel something was wrong. Why didn't Captain Sun and the others take these oil drums back when they left just now?

"Battalion Commander, Commander Sun said that these oil drums are given to us."

After hearing this, the commander of the local affairs battalion was in disbelief. If we really went to buy such a beautiful oil barrel, it would cost almost a dollar. But they just gave it to us like that. There are hundreds of oil barrels here.

"Yes, Captain, I heard it too. If you don't believe me, ask the officer behind you."

Some other soldiers also agreed. Now each person could get two oil drums, which could be exchanged for money, almost equivalent to their monthly salary. Although it was written in the notebook that the monthly salary was four dollars, they were lucky to get two dollars, and it was paid on time.

"Then you should all pile them further away, not near the runway. I'll ask the next officer when he comes. If that's the case, the brothers will divide it up."

After hearing the battalion commander's words, the soldiers present jumped for joy. This battalion commander was quite good. If it were anyone else, they would have taken half immediately.

As one of the first planes to enter the north, Du Hangsheng didn't have the time to care who the oil barrels belonged to, mainly because all their fuel came from these barrels.

These were given directly by the system when Li Shaoyi exchanged them. The system does not recycle the oil drums, and they are almost piled up into a mountain at their airport. Naturally, they have to be given to the local soldiers here.

Is it possible to pull it back?

"Disperse according to the original plan. Report immediately after finding the target. Do not act on your own."

At Du Hangsheng's command, his eighteen planes spread out in a fan shape, with two planes forming a formation, and began searching forward.

According to the Military Intelligence Department, there is currently no military presence in the northern Chahar region, so as long as a large group of cavalry is found, it should be the group of the Yuejin Movement.

More than 1,500 cavalrymen are not too many, but not too few either. It is not easy to find them in the vast grassland, but since the range has been determined and we have so many fighter jets, there should be no problem.

"Captain, Unit 3 has located the target, but the number of personnel is incomplete. It is estimated that there are only three or four hundred."

Less than ten minutes after they separated, the No. 3 plane had already found the target. Du Hangsheng opened the aerial map and found that the target was a bit far away from him, but there were other people around No. 3 Street.

"Five, Six, Seven, and Eight, support Unit Three. Once you've secured your target, launch your attack. After the attack, return to Duolun Airport to refuel."

The No. 3 plane plus his wingman No. 4, and four more planes going over here, six planes in total should be able to deal with three or four hundred people without any problem.

After receiving the news, the other planes also carefully searched the area below them. After all, the cavalry of the outer Huns would not be too far away if they were separated.

Unit 3 and Unit 4 circled in the sky and did not launch an attack directly. Instead, they waited for their companions around them to come together, so as to avoid the need for two planes to go down and fight, leaving these three or four hundred people running around.

It would be better to wait for six planes to kill you at once, and twelve machine guns to shoot at you, and see where you can run.

If you dare to come, I will kill you!