At 3:55, Saigo Takamori seemed to suddenly have a premonition. He took out his pocket watch and checked the time, "It has been a bloody battle for more than eight hours, and Osaka Castle has not been captured yet. Are we forced to fight at night? Damn it... …”
At this moment, suddenly from the southeast of the battlefield, there was a faint sound of drums. It was very faint at first. The shouts of killing on the battlefield could be suppressed, but the ears of these generals who had been in charge of the army for many years were shocked. They have a strange sense of danger. intuition.
"What's the sound? Where are our ninjas? Why didn't they come to report..." As he was speaking, a group of people came rushing from the southeast post road. They looked like ninjas from the coalition forces.
Several ninjas were wounded by gunshots and were at the end of their strength. They often fell to the ground and couldn't get up. They screamed towards the battlefield in fear, pointing their fingers behind them.
"The enemy...a large group of enemy troops came from the southeast...our people were killed in large numbers..." Just as they were reporting to the battlefield, the Aizu Domain's White Tiger Youth Corps chased them from behind like a gust of wind. The tachi chopped down these ninjas, and then easily cut off their heads one by one.
The teenagers stared at the battlefield with disdain, and the 30,000 Southwest Allied Forces turned a blind eye in their eyes.
Provocation, this was Chi Guoguo's provocation. How could the samurai who had overthrown the four feudal lords tolerate these children being arrogant in front of them? But just when Xigo Takamori was about to give the order, a serious sword suddenly flashed out from behind the White Tiger Youth Team. of troops.
Neat queues, a new Remington breech-loading gun, a hundred people in a double-row horizontal formation, and on the far left of the team, there is a soldier with a military drum hanging on his waist, using Regular drum beats adjust the rhythm of the team.
"Tokugawa's reinforcements, has the damn Kaicho been captured? It must be..." Saigo Takamori subconsciously wanted to mobilize the reserve team to attack, but only then did he realize that there was no reserve team around him anymore.
"You fell into the trap. Damn Tokugawa Yoshiki is actually so insidious. Their attack today is to deplete the morale of our army. It turns out that the final killer move is hidden in the sea..."
"The warriors of the Choshu clan continue to attack Ni no Castle, and the warriors of the Shimazu family form a formation to block the enemy... Don't worry, the Tokugawa family doesn't have many of this new type of army..."
Saigo Takamori made a second mistake. He actually misestimated the number of enemy reinforcements. There were only more than 3,000 musketeers in front of him. He thought this was all the reinforcements.
The samurai of the Shimazu family began to gather the ashigaru and musketeers, and soon a 3,000-strong commando team was blocked in front of the Tokugawa reinforcements. The musketeers fired and harassed, and the samurai attacked from both sides. Rushing forward, these warriors saw that the opposite side was an army of pure musketeers, and immediately formulated a combination of long-range and short-range tactics.
Otherwise, the Japanese are natural tacticians. Their nation is very organized, and their superiority and inferiority are clear at a glance. On a chaotic battlefield, soldiers can always be organized by low-level warriors, and they can quickly control the battlefield. react to changes.
The musketeers harass, the samurai attack on both sides, and then the spearmen break through. This tactic is currently the most effective way to deal with this pure musketeer army.
Of course, these warriors also knew that there would be a large number of casualties during the charge, but they could no longer care about that many. Even if they all died here, as long as they could die together with these soldiers, that would be enough.
"Kill the ducks." The coalition forces launched a charge at a distance of 150 meters from the enemy, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering.
What shocked everyone was that the Tokugawa army on the opposite side did not have the fanaticism of the medieval army at all. Instead, it was calm and terrifying.
The Shimazu family's musketeers kept firing, and people in the neat queue opposite were shot and fell from time to time. However, this group of cold musketeers continued to walk forward in unison without saying a word, as if they had no emotions. The rhythm is not messy at all.
As soon as one musketeer fell, a second one would come up immediately, and if three fell, another three would immediately come up to take over. It was this calmness that made the Shimadzu soldiers even more frightened.
One hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters, eighty meters, seventy meters... The Shimazu family's musketeers fired five rounds, but the opponent didn't even fire back.
"What are you doing? Are these people crazy? Why don't you fight back? Is there a conspiracy..." Countless people on the battlefield had doubts in their hearts.
Far away in the rear, French Minister Roche sneered and said to Matsudaira Yongho next to him, "Modern warfare is about strict discipline and overwhelming firepower output of the enemy. Originally, the quantity and quality of rifles were not as good as ours, and we still have to wait for 150 years." They will definitely lose if they fire randomly from ten meters away."
Matsudaira Yongho did not respond. He stared at the two armies that were about to collide on the battlefield and did not even dare to blink. This is a new type of army that the Tokugawa family spent two hundred years of treasure to build. This is the first It was an actual battle, and it was such an important battle. How could he not be nervous?
Matsudaira Yongho was very conflicted in his heart. On the one hand, he hoped that the new army would win because that was the hope of the shogunate. On the other hand, he was afraid of the victory of the new army because it would be a heavy blow to the traditional bushido spirit he upheld.
The battlefield is not a good place to meditate, and he soon lost all distracting thoughts, because the two armies were now close to a distance of fifty meters.
At this time, the military drum suddenly stopped, and many orders shouted in French came from the battlefield. The soldiers put their rifle butts on their shoulders, and three thousand Remingtons were aimed at the Satsuma army running wildly ahead.
"Everyone prepare to... open fire." With the order, a rolling thunder suddenly sounded on the ground, and the long shooting array instantly poured out three thousand projectiles, and the thick smoke was like the white mist sweeping the earth in the early morning.
The shooting distance of fifty meters can be said to be perfect. After a row of gunshots, the Satsuma army formation charging across from the opposite side seemed to have been smashed by the God of War with a hammer. The soldiers at the front fell in a thick layer.
There was the popping sound of bullets penetrating the body, blood arrows sprayed everywhere on the chest, and the battlefield was filled with howls. In just one salvo, the number of casualties of the Satsuma army approached one thousand.
Especially the intensive attack of the Lancers was the place where the God of Death took the most care. The first few rows of soldiers were beaten into sieves.
"Very well, boys... forget about the enemy on the other side, calm down, load and prepare... don't be afraid..." With the sound of gun bolts being pulled, these new soldiers who were trained like robots did it again Ready.
"Shoot... shoot..." The Tokugawa New Army maintained its own rhythm and kept throwing waves of firepower at the enemy. With only three volleys, there were few living people on the opposite side.
Shooting started at fifty meters away. After three rounds of volleys, the corpse closest to the position had already rushed to ten meters away. All the Shimadzu soldiers on the entire battlefield maintained their charging direction, and there was not a single deserter among the three thousand people.
Everyone was stunned by this efficient killing. Even Shanxian Youpeng subconsciously turned his attention here. A cold air rushed up his lower back. He had never seen such an efficient killing method. .
"Within fifty meters... I'll kill everyone and not even a blade of grass will grow."
The few surviving samurai were obviously blinded by the blood, and they were in a state of hysteria. They covered the bullet holes in their bodies with one hand, and pointed the sword at the enemy with the other hand. "Give the duck...on board..." They actually stumbled. launched another charge.
The French officers behind were stunned. They didn't understand why the remaining warriors launched a charge and why they wanted to die.
Three thousand guns were pointed at the dozen warriors, but no one dared to fire without an order. More than half a year of stick training had made these new soldiers obey military orders like machines. They had no thoughts of their own. .
The samurai rushed closer and closer, but the order to shoot was not given in the end. The musketeers allowed the samurai to rush in front of them and wave their swords. The musketeers could only use their bayonets to resist slightly.
"What are you still doing? Shoot, kill them..." The officer finally woke up from the shock. He raised his hand and shot a samurai to death and then cursed, "Crazy Bushido, crazy Japanese, look at I can't show any mercy here... Damn it, I gave them a chance to surrender, but no one wants it..."
After the gunfire, the Satsuma soldiers responsible for blocking the new army were completely wiped out. Saigo Takamori hit his heart with his hand in distress, "Nani, Nani, there are only three thousand people. Three thousand people can release such a Powerful combat capability.”
"Why are you still watching? Organize the army to continue the attack... This time we divide the troops into 10,000. I don't believe they can kill them all."
The desperate Saigo Takamori has no other choice. This battle has reached this point. In the end, even if he wins, he has to commit seppuku. Too many people died.
The new Tokugawa army continued to advance in small steps, pressing up from the southeast of the battlefield like a wall. At this time, the 10,000 troops mobilized by Saigo Takamori were also gathering in a steady stream.
Officers were everywhere shouting, "Spread out... everyone spread out, don't form a phalanx..."
"Don't be afraid when you encounter the enemy and shoot... Everyone charge forward, charge... As long as we survive the close combat, we will win..."
"The musketeers cover... focus on killing the officers and the drummers..."
"The Emperor's board...give me the ducks and kill them..."
If there are tens of thousands of people with no borders, and if they spread out and attack, the visual conflict will be even more spectacular and unimaginable.
Just when the coalition forces were confidently preparing to swallow up this piece of fat, a rumble of artillery suddenly erupted from behind the main formation of the Tokugawa reinforcements, and then a lot of dirt exploded in the crowd.
At the critical moment, twelve field guns imported from France began to show off their power. Although they were not the most advanced breech-loaded artillery, the precise rifling and high explosives in the shells were worthy of their title of battlefield king.
Each explosion can cause hundreds of casualties. Corpses and broken limbs mixed with soil fly into the air, and then splash on the ground like rain.
Xie Dowan shook his head and sighed, "Hey... this is the mode of warfare in the Middle Ages. Even if I give you muskets and cannons, you won't be able to use them, because you don't understand this brand-new science at all."
"Okay, let's attack all the rear troops and eat these 10,000 people, then there will be no suspense about victory." This book was first published from, be the first to read the original content!
