The victory of Kanto Village finally reversed the situation. The Shinichi Regiment and the Japanese Shimazu Samurai Alliance left only a small number of left-behind troops, and the remaining people quickly returned to the city to defend through the mountain road.

In the vast mountains, figures were everywhere, carrying the soldiers with the power of victory to support each other, encourage each other, draining the last bit of physical strength, and rushing towards Naha Port and Shuri Castle.

"You... the Shinichi group is a tough guy... I've been fighting all night without a rest, and everyone can charge with injuries. It's really admirable..." Countless Shimazu samurai gave a thumbs up in their unsmooth Chinese.

"Nonsense, this is a national war, this is a national war or do you understand? What is the Prime Minister's will? Wake up quickly. For this great cause, the Prime Minister can sacrifice his life. What is our bad life? Accelerate..."

The new regiment, the iron army born in the war, conquered everyone with their tenacity. The Japanese samurai looked straight. They thought that the Japanese samurai were already the most tenacious and hard-working soldiers in the world, but compared with these defenders on the Kitayama defense line, their pride was no room for showing off.

These soldiers had not closed their eyes for more than 24 hours, and during this period they only ate a small amount of food and even lacked drinking water.

As they marched to Naha Port, there were always soldiers who climbed on the mountain springs and wanted to drink a sip of water but never got up again. When people helped him, they found that he was already snoring like thunder.

It is lucky to be able to fall asleep. Some soldiers even fell to the ground as they ran and their bodies became weak. When people turned over and saw that the young soldiers were no longer breathing.

Ryuma Sakamoto and Kurigen Kawayama were already scared and at a loss. This powerful spiritual power made them unable to do so. In the end, Kurigen Kawayama helped a fallen Han soldier up and put him around his neck to lead him forward.

"Help the friendly forces... and enter the city together. We cannot let such a hero fail to see the final victory..."

The Japanese believe in various ways, and they are born to be good at sensible spiritual power. The new group of tired wounded soldiers seemed weak, but the powerful spirit they emitted from them shocked everyone's hearts like the reincarnation of the God of War.

Baoben Ryuma bowed ninety times, "Heroes should not sacrifice before victory. Please let us Japanese samurai flow from the blood behind." After that, he bent down and raised a small warrior, rushed forward.

It really follows what Xiao Letian said, you must completely conquer the Japanese nation spiritually, and it is not enough to rely on supplies alone. The British's strong ship, the cannon Shimashima family dares to fire and bomb, so you must completely convince this nation from the bottom of your heart.

Today, the spirit demonstrated by the new army completely convinced this group of Japanese samurai, and what they rewarded was 100% loyalty.

The flames of Naha Port have already flashed in people's eyes, and the deafening shouts of killing are earth-shaking. The battle between Qixingshan and Shuri Fortress has also begun. In the cruel close contact, only three forts are left to resist.

The largest Shuri Castle Fort, and the last two forts at the highest point of the Seven Star Mountain, have been covered by wildfires caused by explosions. The distance between the beating and the flames and thick smoke can be seen clearly from the two mountains.

"Hold the turret, the last turret cannot be lost... This is our last hope for resisting the warships, especially the Shuri Castle turret, which must not be lost..." Xiang Ying was considered Xiao Letian's closed-door disciple, and his judgment of the general situation of the war is superior.

The new regiment that was returning to defense had just rushed out of the valley, where people could overlook the entire city and the entire bay. Xiang Ying had no use for three minutes and gave the order first.

"The samurai of the Shimazu family... carried enough ammunition and immediately went to the Shuri Fort to disperse the besieged French army. Within an hour, I must see the Shuri Fort fired fire at the sea..."

"Hai... with my samurai dignity, I will definitely defeat the enemy in one hour... The warriors of the Shimazu family rushed with me." Kariyama Kurito shook his arms and shouted and led the samurai to set off.

"Brothers of the New First Group... can you kill again?" No one answered Xiang Ying's question at all. The air was filled with bullets and the sound of pulling the trigger. The murderous aura of the battle suddenly rose up.

"It's great, you're cruel enough. Now we have an absolute advantage in Naba City. Friends can win without our help... Now the biggest threat on the sea is the French warships. Let's go to Qixing Mountain and kill to protect the last two turrets..."

"Current the cannons and blow up the enemies on the sea... rush." ​​Xiang Ying shouted and picked up Spencer and rushed out. Behind him was the last essence of the new ball of energy.

When the defenders of the Kitayama Defense Line appeared at Yamaguchi, the sword-drawing team members of Shuri Castle were the first to discover them. Shimazu Dairo looked at the familiar figure in the distance and burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, look... they are the defenders of Kitayama, and the samurai of Shimazu family... Master Amaterasu, what's going on? Why did they unite their troops? What happened to the country..."

King Shangtai, Fan Jian, Cai Mao and countless officials looked to the north, and shouted at the killing sounds. Looking at the dark clouds of armored light, everyone screamed enthusiastically.

"How could the Shimazu family have reinforcements?"

Fan Jian burst into tears. At this time, he no longer had to keep the secret. "Your Majesty, this is the Prime Minister's secret trick. This is the final layout of my son-in-law's life. The Punishment Hall has long had branches in Japan. Ryuma Sakamoto is the general manager..."

"Woooooo... My good son-in-law, you saved our lives until you die. Your heroic spirit in heaven opens your eyes. Your plan has finally succeeded. Your layout in Japan has finally paid off. The Shimazu family has defected to you..."

"But you can't see it anymore, my son..." The old shopkeeper looked dark and soft on the mercedes.

"Imperial Doctor, Damn, where has the imperial Doctor died? Save the old shopkeeper..."

Just as the city wall was in chaos, Molière, who had a fever, suddenly jumped up from the ground while the crowd was unprepared. He bowed to the fence and shouted at the hundreds of French soldiers guarding under the city wall.

"Retreat, go back to the sea immediately, let General Bruce retreat... don't worry about me, let the fleet return to the country, and let His Majesty the Emperor avenge me..."

Just as the shouting, the female sword-drawing team member Xue Ying kicked him back into the city wall with a flying kick. "Damn bastard, do you still want to command your army? I want to die of aunt, I will help you."

The more than 100 French troops under the city wall were the most embarrassing in the entire battle. Since they "protected" Molière to the city of Shuri, they have not fired another shot, as if the God of War had forgotten them.

However, the rest period of more than 100 soldiers has officially ended now. Molière had just finished calling out countless Shimazu samurai figures flashed from the mountain road on the east side of Shuri Castle.

"Ducks give it to... shoot." Papa... A dense musket sounded, and the French army's formation was as if it was struck by lightning, and more than ten corpses fell to the ground.

Molière on the city wall was completely crazy. While rolling all over the ground to avoid Xue Ying's fists and feet, he raised his neck and yelled wildly, "Retreat... This is the order... This is the order..."

"I'll go shit, you're so fucking." With a snap, Xueying slapped her mouth and Molière's back loosened her teeth.

It was not until now that the French army under the city wall realized that the situation was hopeless. They did not dare to neglect and turned their heads and ran wildly in the direction of the harbor.

Under Shuri Castle, Shimazu samurai passed by the city wall like a torrent, and its target was the Shuri Castle Fort not far away. Kasuyama Ririgen stood under the city wall, looking up at the long-lost King Shangtai, and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty is safe. I haven't seen you for a long time. Please forgive me for not being able to treat you with all your respects... Please rest assured, respect the leader of the student soldiers, Xiang Ying's army order, and the Shimazu family samurai went to guard the Shuri Fort for His Majesty."

After saying that, he bowed again, then turned his head and ran away, followed by a group of Japanese warriors ringing in iron armor.

King Shangtai on the city wall burst into tears, "Prime Minister, Father Shang, don't go far, look at your unfinished career, we did it, we really did it."

"No one has died, and everything you have guided will eventually be held by us... Look, even our vengeance Shimazu family is impressed by your courage... Please come back, take a look at the sea of ​​Ryukyu, and look at the world of East Asia..."

King Shangtai kneeled down on the city wall with a weak knee, holding the original suicide note tightly in his hand, and making an unbearable sound in his throat.

The war has been fought to this day, and the military and civilians of Ryukyu are in full swing. Although the artillery fire on the sea is still fierce, no one will question the final arrival of victory. Even if the blood dyes Naba Bay red, even if there is no ten military and civilians of Ryukyu, the final victory of this war still belongs to Ryukyu.

General Bruce on the sea was already stupid. This chaos caused him a headache. The remaining eight warships were going to support the scattered army in the city. They could no longer form a standard shooting array. Everyone was fighting on their own. From a distance, there was chaos on the sea.

"General... look at the Gaul people... that Chinese man ran away..." Just when Bruce was in great pain, a sailor reported to him.

At the northernmost end of the entire battle formation was the cruiser Gaul. At this time, a sampan had landed on the sea and was rowing towards the west. The goal was to watch the battle in a distance, and the battleship that sent Gong Cheng to Naha.

"Damn the old Chinese liar, he doesn't want to be responsible anymore. God will curse you..." General Bruce scolded him in his heart. No wonder the old liar didn't take the Glory with me. It turned out that he wanted to escape long ago.

Even though he scolded, Bruce also felt deeply worried. Now the situation has reached a point where even Gong Cheng is not optimistic. Could this expedition really fail?
Chapter completed!