To be honest, Sakamoto Ryoma is now full of disappointment with the coalition. These short-sighted and narrow-minded politicians and samurai are Japan's hope for the future.
Is it true, as Xiao Letian said, that the Japanese nation can only produce tacticians but not strategists? No, no, no... this is not true. I firmly believe that Japan, a suffering nation, has reached a turning point. It has undergone major changes that have not happened in three thousand years. There must be a place for the Japanese.
If you have grievances, you can't let them out on the battlefield. This is Sakamoto Ryoma's life creed. He can still distinguish between priorities.
"Don't run away, organize a defense immediately. Now we have to rely on the artillery support of the Ryukyu warship, but the artillery also has a range, and the farther the distance, the lower the accuracy..."
"But the artillery fire is blind after all. Will it accidentally hurt us?" Saigo Takamori asked.
"Probably not. There is little possibility of accidental injury with the guidance of hot air balloons in the sky... The most important thing is that it is almost six o'clock now, and it will be completely dark in at most half an hour. By that time, the navy's Artillery can no longer provide covering fire."
"So, we must take advantage of this half hour to let the Ryukyu warships destroy more of the Tokugawa family's new troops. Only in this way can we be safer."
"If you fight, you can talk. Only when the general feels hurt and the pain is unbearable, will he lower his head and negotiate with us. This is a lose-lose war. There is no winner in it. All we can do is give more." Japan just needs to save some energy."
Sakamoto Ryoma suddenly said with deep affection and seriousness, "But if you want to negotiate, you have to be equal in strength. If you don't consume a lot of Tokugawa's new army, and don't let them have any fear in their hearts, I don't think they can negotiate. So, please give the commander-in-chief an order, Defend on the spot, as long as your flag does not fall, the new Tokugawa army will not even think about advancing..."
Saigo Takamori and Yamagata Aritomo looked at each other. They were the general battlefield agents of the Choshu Domain and the Satsuma Domain, and these two domains also had the largest military strength. They had the same opinion and naturally the military orders were clear.
Saigo Takamori fiercely drew out his sword, "Samurai of the Satsuma Domain, do you still have the strength to fight again? I only need you to guard here for half an hour... I, Saigo, will stand by your side, and I will fight until the last moment. If If any of you sees me turning around and running away, you can kill me."
In this cruel war, Yamagata Aritomo became a bit like a famous general in later generations. He touched his face and wiped the blood on it and shouted, "Where are the warriors of Choshu Domain? Now is the time for us to repay the kindness of the feudal lord." Either step on my body and run away, or you can die here with me..."
When the general obeyed his orders, Tiger Tigers would naturally follow him. The soldiers who had fled in panic gathered together again, and a defensive position of more than 3,000 people was soon formed under the general's flag.
The injured Ryoma Sakamoto held a revolver in one hand and shouted loudly in front of the position, "All the musketeers are forward and obey my orders... No one is allowed to fire without permission... The samurai are holding the line from behind, and everything is obeying my orders." , reload..."
Like a furious lion, Sakamoto Ryoma commanded the samurai to use tachi to make the musketeers strictly observe shooting disciplines, reload uniformly, and aim uniformly.
Of course there would be nervous musketeers here who would fire without waiting for orders. Those who caused chaos would be kicked to the ground by the samurai, and they would punch and kick them if they rushed forward.
Ryoma Sakamoto went crazy, "Follow my orders...anyone who fires without permission will be killed without mercy." With the order, there was a sound of swords being unsheathed in the military formation.
This time the musketeers finally calmed down a bit. Although their hands were still shaking, they no longer fired early.
"Musketeers...fire." There was a bang, and white smoke filled the position. The beaten people of the Tokugawa New Army on the opposite side fell over.
"Well done, well fought, follow my orders...load, fire...load, fire..." The battlefield is indeed the best grinding machine. After a few rounds of volleys, the musketeers found the feeling of firing volleys. , and soon there were corpses lying on the ground opposite the Shanxian main formation.
At this time, the intelligence officer on the hot air balloon in the sky also saw the changes on the battlefield. "Oh, yes, the whole army collapsed, but they can still mount a beautiful counterattack. The endurance of these Japanese soldiers is really good... Reduced The height, I can’t even see clearly..."
The hot air balloon used to position the artillery this time was not the kind that flew freely. In the era without propellers, the hot air balloon could only fly in the air with the wind, and could not stay in one area for a long time.
Therefore, today's hot air balloon has a long fixed rope tied under it, which is more than 80 meters long. The ends are tied to two century-old trees, which is absolutely safe and guaranteed.
More than a hundred special operations personnel from the Intelligence Bureau gathered on the hill below. They not only guarded the surroundings to prevent enemy attacks, but also helped control the height of the balloon.
The coal stove in the gondola began to stop blowing, and the heating port was sealed with iron sheets. Now there was no hot air to replenish the balloon. Then more than 30 strong men began to pull the rope like a tug of war, flying at an altitude of more than 60 meters. The hot air balloon begins to lose altitude.
"Okay... very good, the Roma is ready to shoot, direction ten o'clock, elevation angle 45 degrees... three consecutive shots, Lyra is ready to shoot, direction 11 o'clock, elevation angle 35 degrees... Breaking Waves The ship is ready to fire..."
The intelligence officers on the gondola are among the few treasures under Xiao Letian. They are all mathematical geniuses who jumped out of the Ryukyu University. Even the Western teachers were full of praise for them. In the eyes of others, topics like calculating artillery trajectories are considered useless. It's a magical skill, but for them it's just basic skills.
It's not enough to be able to calculate, but you have to calculate accurately and quickly. This really tests your IQ. Fortunately, the Chinese are the smartest nation in the world. In the past, they could calculate the formula of the atomic bomb with an abacus, but now they can calculate the ballistics. not simple.
Under the guidance of the hot air balloon, the fleet's artillery shell consumption skyrocketed. The ammunition depot keeper on the battleship watched as the precious artillery shells were transported out, which became a divine punishment in the eyes of the Japanese.
Matsudaira Yongho was going crazy at this time. He found that none of the companies in the New Army had not been bombarded. The chaotic battlefield could no longer form a dense volley. The victorious smiles that had just appeared on the faces of the soldiers changed at this moment. Turned into ashes.
"Rush over... Get out of the range of the artillery... This is a dead place. If you want to survive, just rush over."
"Your Majesty, the Xixiang Formation has gone crazy. We organized three assaults but still can't get through."
"Asshole, is that an assault? You just stand there and shoot at each other stupidly. Why don't you charge..."
Matsudaira Yongho was scolding, but he knew very well in his heart that the new army was completely trained according to Western drills. This kind of army relies too much on rifles. It is okay to shoot at the enemy, but once the enemy is in close combat, the traditional Japanese samurai will have an absolute advantage. .
There were a large number of samurai in the Southwest Allied Forces. Several of the new army's assaults were defeated by the samurai's tachi. When the fight was at its craziest, the samurai even cut off the soldiers' heads and threw them back from the battlefield. They were very arrogant. .
Matsudaira Yongho clenched his fists and felt extremely entangled in his heart. Finally, he closed his eyes and shouted, "White Tigers, take all my personal warriors and subordinates and go for a charge... If you lose, we will have no choice but to I chose to retreat.”
"Lord." The five hundred people around him let out a suppressed and low roar. This was the last bit of Matsudaira Yongho's essence. This was an honorary warrior trained by him in the most traditional bushido spirit.
"Go and let the world see that the warrior is not dead. No matter how bizarre the world becomes, the soul of the warrior will never die."
"Hai." The five hundred warriors collectively bowed to their lord, and they began to prepare to attack from the flanks of the battlefield.
The samurai hid behind the new army and felt the rhythm of the enemy's musket fire. When the round of shooting ended, the five hundred samurai roared out of the formation and launched a charge while the Southwest Allied Forces were reloading.
"Give me duck...speed...speed..." What these warriors have in their hearts is not just fanaticism. They have extremely rich battlefield experience. When the musketeers on the opposite side have finished loading and are about to shoot at them, these warriors suddenly roll over the corpses. Inside the pile, the omnipresent corpses were used as shields.
Puff puff... The bullets hit the corpse, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. Taking advantage of the gap after a round of volleys, the Aizu clan's samurai overturned the corpse and launched another attack on the enemy.
"Ah...kill..." A roar that did not sound like a human voice erupted from the throat. The five hundred warriors were five hundred beasts, especially the two hundred members of the White Tiger Youth Team who were the craziest.
The monkey-like warriors zigzag forward on the battlefield. No one taught them. They know that this can reduce the chance of being shot. Not only that, there are even some crazy warriors who actually hold up corpses as shield walls and rush forward. Rushing, the bullets penetrated the body, and the bullets were embedded in the armor, but there was still no fear.
With just one assault, the musketeers of the Southwest Allied Forces were torn open a gap of more than five meters. The musketeers struggled to fight, but bayonets were not as efficient as swords in killing people. In close combat, this was a one-sided massacre.
The sword rolled like a blade in a meat grinder, and the heads of the slain coalition musketeers rolled.
A samurai is a lifelong soldier in the Middle Ages, and is hereditary from generation to generation in the family. His killing skills and determination to kill are unmatched by ordinary people.
As for what musketeers are, to put it bluntly, they are a group of farmers who, after a brief training period of six months and a year, fight with sharp weapons to fight against the wind.
You can imagine that the skill that a family has been studying for two to three hundred years is the skill of killing. Then how warlike and crazy the samurai who grew up in such an environment can be.
The most common sentence they heard from the day they were born was that martial arts will last forever. This was a belief that lasted throughout their lives. Warriors despised death extremely, not only despising their enemies but also despising themselves.
This is a culture that can support them in killing millions of cities without any sense of moral guilt. It is precisely because of the existence of this culture that such a strange army as the Aizu Domain White Tigers Youth Corps exists. .
It was almost dusk, but the killings were at their peak.
