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

At this moment on the ground, a cavalry battalion of more than 400 people from the Outer Xiongnu had just finished looting several nearby villages and were pulling all kinds of things on their horses. They felt uncomfortable with the roar coming from the sky, but they didn't know who the plane belonged to.

"Ge Sang, why do I feel a little uneasy?"

A young man looked at the sky with some fear.

"What are you afraid of? We're about to return to our grasslands. This plane must be those old Russians coming to pick us up. Do you still expect the Han people in the south to have planes? When have you ever seen them have planes?"

Battalion commander Gesan said with disdain that at this moment there was a very beautiful Han girl on his warhorse.

Things like foraging for grass and grains haven't happened for a long time, but those Rakshasas also said that you should restore the wildness of your ancestors and go to the south to forage for grass and grains. The harvest this time was indeed good, at least more than what you could earn by working hard on the grassland for several years.

After hearing what the battalion commander said, the other soldiers nodded in their hearts, touching the goodies they had snatched in their pockets, thinking that they could live a comfortable life when they returned. They just didn't know if there would be such an opportunity again next time.

When they came from the border, they did not encounter any resistance except for a dozen people in a checkpoint. Those dozen people were dragged to death on horseback because one of the guys shot Gesan in the leg.

"Brother Gesang, it doesn't look like they're Rakshasa planes. Look, they've circled ahead of us, and there are more planes coming."

The other young man felt something was wrong. The planes that were originally circling around them now gathered together and flew right in front of them, starting to slowly descend. It looked like they were going to attack them.

Isn't this a Rakshasa plane?

Gesan had never seen such a scene. After the Outer Xiongnu became independent, there was only one airport, but apart from the feudal princes, who else had seen this?

Just when Gesan was stunned, he suddenly saw sparks flashing on both sides of the plane. What was that?

This is Gesar's last question in this world.

Twelve 7.92mm machine guns fired at the same time, and the dust raised on the ground rushed towards them from far away, much faster than the speed of their horses. When the raised dust rushed to their feet, many people felt pain in their bodies, and then they could not speak. Their eyes began to blur and they finally fell off their horses.

All this seemed to happen in a flash. After these people fell off their horses, they saw that the planes were still attacking their brothers behind them. In less than half a minute, the planes took off again, ran over their heads, and started a new round of strafing.

There was a big hole in Gesan's head, and even half of his head could not be found, so there was no one to command them.

The remaining people took out their rifles and shot at the planes in the sky. If they had ridden their horses now, they might have been able to escape with their lives, but the brothers they had been with day and night were all dead. These desperate men on the grassland were unwilling to give up, and they wanted to rely on the rifles in their hands and the planes in the sky to see who was superior.

The pilots were delighted to see that these cavalrymen did not run away. What they feared most was that you would run around everywhere, then we wouldn't be able to wipe you out completely.

When the second round of strafing was over, only a quarter of the people were able to get up, and the rest were basically killed here. At this time, they also wanted to escape. The six planes in the air looked at their fuel and ammunition reserves, and then divided into three combat teams, vowing to kill these people.

If you said you were lost at other times, I would still believe you. But at this sensitive moment, our commander has just issued a statement, and you come here to test it. If I don't leave you here, who knows how many people will cross the line in the future.

In short, if you break the rules, I have to do it!

The sound of machine guns could not be calmed down for a long time, and it could be heard far away on the grassland. Every strafing meant that several invaders fell off their horses. What the pilots felt sorry for now were these horses, which were scattered on the grassland, and we couldn't go down to collect them.

When the six planes left, less than 10% of the cavalry team of several hundred people were left. They hurriedly mounted their horses and threw away the looted things, because they knew very well that if you dare to escape with these things, in the end neither you nor the things will be able to escape.

The captain of the No. 3 plane looked at the people below, wrote down a coordinate, and immediately notified the second batch of fighter pilots. This first batch had the most to eat, but there were still dozens of people below, so the second batch would have to drink some soup after they arrived.

Du Hangsheng also encountered another army, but there were only about 200 people. The 200 people over there were much worse off than these people. They were knocked down with just one round of attack.

When they returned, a second round of fighter jets met them in the air. After informing them of the coordinates of the fleeing enemy, the second round of fighter jets also flew over with murderous intent.

But soon, curses were heard from the intercom, saying that you had eaten up all the good meat, leaving us with only some soup, which was also very thin.

Du Hangsheng smiled speechlessly. "Who told you not to be in the first group when you drew lots?" Aerial attacks are like this. The first group will be full of targets. The second group will have to rely on their own abilities. The third group will almost have to chase one or two people over a large area.

Only the 72nd Division had such capability. If it were any other unit, with such a proportion of casualties inflicted in the first batch, there would be no second or third batch. After all, pursuing them in the past would have been a waste of fuel and bullets.

But Li Shaoyi didn't think so. With such an opportunity, he tried to get all his men involved. This was also the first large-scale air-to-ground attack.

Of course, if you want all these people to participate, it will inevitably cost more money, especially the fuel, but these costs are almost zero for Li Shaoyi. Otherwise, the reason why the pilots of the 72nd Division grow so fast is because they spend a lot of time in the air.

After the first day of the attack, several aerial photographs were placed on Li Shaoyi's desk.

Eighty percent of the more than a thousand Outer Xiongnu cavalry were killed within a day, and the remaining people fled in a panic towards the Outer Xiongnu.

"Commander, we've already crossed the border. Are you still chasing us?"

"What the hell is this national border? It's just a provincial boundary at best. Keep chasing."