The victory of Kunigami Village finally turned the tide of the war. The new regiment and the Japanese Shimadzu samurai coalition forces left only a small number of remaining troops. The remaining people took the mountain road and quickly returned to the city for defense.
In the vast mountains, there were figures shuttled everywhere. Soldiers carrying the power of victory supported each other, encouraged each other, squeezed out the last bit of strength, and rushed towards Naha Port and Shuri Castle.
"You... the new group are tough guys... you fought all night without rest, and everyone was injured and you were able to charge. It's really admirable..." Countless Shimadzu warriors raised their thumbs while speaking broken Chinese.
"Nonsense, this is a national war, this is a national war. Do you understand? What is the fate of the Prime Minister? Wake up quickly. For this great cause, the Prime Minister can sacrifice his life. This is our damn life. What the hell, speed up..."
The New Regiment, an iron army born in the flames of war, conquered everyone with their tenacity. The Japanese samurai's eyes were straight. They thought that the Japanese samurai were already the strongest and most hard-working soldiers in the world, but with Compared with the defenders of these Beishan defense lines, their pride has no room to show off.
These soldiers had not slept for more than 24 hours, and during this period they had only eaten a small amount of food and even lacked drinking water.
On the way to Naha Port, there was always a soldier climbing on the mountain spring to take a sip of water and then never get up. When people helped him, they found that he was snoring like thunder.
They were lucky to be able to sleep. Some soldiers even fell to the ground as soon as their bodies softened while running. When people turned over and saw, the young soldiers were no longer breathing.
Ryoma Sakamoto and Rigen Kayama were so frightened that they were at a loss what to do. This powerful spiritual power left them at a loss. Finally, Rigen Kayama picked up a fallen Han soldier and carried him around his neck. Forward.
"Support the friendly troops... and enter the city together. We cannot let such a hero not see the final victory..."
The Japanese believe in all kinds of Tao, and they are naturally good at perceiving spiritual power. The new group of tired wounded soldiers may seem weak, but the powerful spirit exuding from them shocked everyone like the reincarnation of the God of War. human soul.
Ryoma saved his capital and bowed ninety degrees, "Heroes should not sacrifice themselves before victory. Please let us Japanese samurai shed the blood behind." After saying this, he bent down and picked up a young soldier on his back, and rushed forward.
It really complies with what Xiao Letian said. You must completely conquer the Japanese nation spiritually. Materials alone will not do it. The British have powerful ships and cannons, and even the Shimadzu family dares to open fire on them. So, You must completely convince this nation from the bottom of your heart.
Today, the spirit displayed by the new soldiers completely impressed this group of Japanese samurai, and what they received in return was 100% loyalty.
The flames of Naha Port have flickered in people's eyes, and the deafening shouts of killing are earth-shattering. The battle for Qixingshan and Shuri Fort has also begun. In the brutal hand-to-hand encounter, only three forts are left to resist.
The largest Shuri Castle fort, as well as the last two forts at the highest point of Qixing Mountain, have been covered by the mountain fire caused by the explosion. The beating, flames and thick smoke can be seen clearly from the distance of the two mountains.
"Hold the fort. The last fort cannot be lost... This is our last hope to resist the warships, especially the Shuri City fort. We must not lose it..." Xiang Ying can be regarded as Xiao Letian's closed disciple. The judgment of the general trend itself is superior to others.
The new group returning to the defense had just rushed out of the mountain col, where people could overlook the entire city and the entire bay. Xiang Ying took the lead in issuing the order without even using three minutes.
"The samurai of the Shimazu family...carry enough ammunition and immediately go to Shuri Fort to disperse the besieging French army. Within an hour, I must see Shuri Fort firing into the sea..."
"Hai... I swear on my dignity as a samurai that I will definitely defeat the enemy in one hour... The warriors of the Shimazu family come with me." Kagama Rigen raised his arms and led the samurai to divide their troops and set off.
"Brothers of the new regiment... can we kill again?" Xiang Ying's question was answered by no one at all. The air was filled with the sound of loading bullets and pulling the trigger, and the murderous intention of the battle suddenly rose.
"It's interesting, you are ruthless enough. Now we have an absolute advantage in Naha City. The friendly forces can win without our help... The biggest threat on the sea now is the French warship. Let's go to Qixing Mountain and kill them. Protect the last two forts..."
"Turn up the cannon and blow up the enemies at sea...charge." Xiang Ying shouted, picked up Spencer and rushed out. Behind him was the last essence of the new group.
When the defenders of the Kitayama defense line appeared at the mountain pass, Shuri Castle's Bato team members were the first to discover them. Shimazu Dairo looked at the familiar figure in the distance with tears in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, look...it's the defenders of Kitayama and the samurai of the Shimazu family...Amaterasu, what's going on? Why did they join forces? What happened in Kunigami... "
King Shang Tai, Fan Jian, Cai Mao and countless officials looked to the north. They heard the shouts of killing and looked at the black light of the armor like a dark cloud. Everyone screamed fanatically.
"The Shimadzu family has reinforcements. How come the Shimazu family has reinforcements?"
Fan Jianlao shed tears. At this time, he no longer needed to keep secrets. "Your Majesty, this is the secret hand of the Prime Minister. This is the final plan of my son-in-law's life. The punishment hall has already had a branch in Japan. Sakamoto Ryoma He is the person in charge..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The family has already taken refuge..."
"But you can't see it anymore, my son..." The old shopkeeper's eyesight went dark and he slumped against the crenel.
"Holy doctor, damn, where did the royal doctor go? Quickly save the old shopkeeper..."
Just as there was chaos on the city wall, Molière, who had a fever, suddenly jumped up from the ground while others were not prepared. He leaned out of the crenellation and shouted at the one hundred French soldiers who were on guard under the city wall.
"Retreat, return to the sea immediately, let General Bruce retreat... Leave me alone, let the fleet return home, and let His Majesty the Emperor avenge me..."
Just as he was shouting, the female Ba Dao player Xue Ying kicked him back into the city wall. "Damn bastard, do you still want to command your army? If you want to kill me, I will let you."
The more than one hundred French troops under the city wall were the most embarrassed in the entire battle. Since they came to Shuri City to 'protect' Molière, they had not fired a single shot, as if the God of War had forgotten them.
However, the rest period of these more than a hundred soldiers has officially ended now. Just after Molière finished shouting, countless Shimadzu warriors appeared from the mountain road east of Shuri Castle.
"Shoot the duck." Pah-pah-pah...a burst of intensive musketry sounded. The French army's formation seemed to have been struck by lightning, and more than a dozen corpses fell to the ground.
Molière on the city wall was completely crazy. He rolled on the ground to avoid Xue Ying's fists and kicks, and shouted "Retreat... This is an order... This is an order..."
"Fuck you, you're screaming." With a snap, Xue Ying's molars loosened after mouthing Molière's mouth.
Only now did the French army under the city wall know that the situation was over. They did not dare to turn around and run away, thinking about running towards the harbor.
Under Shuri Castle, the Shimazu samurai passed by the city wall like a torrent, aiming for the Shuri Castle fort not far away. Kashan Rigen stood under the city wall, looking up at the long-lost King Shotai, and bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty is well. Long time no see. Please forgive me for not being able to salute you... Your Majesty, please rest assured. In respect of the military order of the student soldier leader Xiang Ying, the Shimazu family warriors went to defend the Shuri Fort for your Majesty."
After saying that, he bowed again, then turned around and ran away, followed by a group of Japanese warriors with clanging armor.
King Shangtai on the city wall burst into tears: "Prime Minister, Father Shang, the heroic spirit should not go far away. Look at your unfinished business. We did it, we really did it."
"No one will die, and everything you point out will be upheld by us... Look, even our feuding Shimazu family is impressed by your courage... Please come back and take another look at Ryukyu. The sea, look at the world of East Asia..."
King Shangtai's knees weakened and he knelt down on the city wall, holding the original suicide note tightly in his hand, making an unbearable choking sound in his throat.
The war has started so far, and the Ryukyu military and civilians are as powerful as a rainbow. Although the artillery fire on the sea is still fierce, no one will doubt the eventual arrival of victory, even if the blood stains Naha Bay, even if there are not even one Ryukyu military and civilian left alive, this battle The final victory of the war still belongs to Ryukyu.
General Bruce on the sea has been stunned. This chaotic battle has given him a huge headache. The remaining eight warships have to support the scattered fighting armies in the city. They can no longer form a standard shooting array. All warships are doing their own things. War, looking at the chaos on the sea from a distance.
"General... look at the Gaulois... the Chinese has escaped..." Just when Bruce had a severe headache, a sailor reported to him.
At the northernmost end of the entire battle formation is the cruiser Gaulois. At this time, a sampan has landed on the sea and is rowing to the west. The target is the British clipper ship watching the battle in the distance, which is to send Gong Cheng. The battleship to Naha.
"Damn old Chinese liar, he doesn't want to take responsibility anymore, God will curse you..." General Bruce cursed in his heart, no wonder the old liar didn't board the Glory with me, it turned out that he had wanted to escape a long time ago.
Despite the scolding, deep worries emerged in Bruce's heart. Now that the situation has reached a point where even Gong Cheng is not optimistic about it, is this expedition really going to fail?
"Damn Molière, why did you let these Chinese people be captured? How did you ask me to withdraw my troops? How did you ask me to explain to Paris...Why did God punish me like this?"
