To be honest, Ryuma Sakamoto is now full of disappointment with the coalition forces. Are these short-sighted, unprofitable and narrow-minded politicians and samurai the hope of Japan's future?

Is it true as Xiao Letian said that the Japanese nation only produces tactics but not strategists? No, no, no... This is not true. I firmly believe that Japan, a suffering nation, has come to a turnaround, and the great changes that have not been seen in three thousand years will definitely have a place for the Japanese.

If you have resentment, you can't spread it on the battlefield. This is Ryuma Sakamoto's life creed. He can still tell the difference between priorities.

"Don't escape, organize defense immediately. Now we must rely on the artillery support of Ryukyu warships, but the artillery also has a range, and the longer the distance, the lower the accuracy..."

"But the cannon is a blind shot after all, will it hurt us by accident?" asked Takamori Saigo.

"It shouldn't be. It's not possible to accidentally hurt the hot air balloon guide in the sky... The most important thing is that it's almost six o'clock now, and at most half an hour it will be completely dark. By then, the navy's artillery will no longer provide fire cover."

"So, we must take advantage of this half hour to allow the Ryukyu warships to destroy the new army of the Tokugawa family more, so that we can be safer."

"Only if there are fights, there are talks. Only when the general feels distressed and the pain is too much tolerable will he bow his head to hold a talk with us. This is a war of both sides and both sides. There is no winner in it. All we can do is to leave more energy for Japan."

Ryuma Sakamoto suddenly said affectionately and seriously, "But if you want to negotiate, you must have equal strength. You don't consume a lot of Tokugawa's new army, so you won't be afraid in your heart. I think they won't be able to negotiate, so please order the commander-in-chief to defend on the spot. As long as your flag does not fall, the Tokugawa new army will not be able to make progress..."

Saigo Takamori and Yama Prefecture Akito looked at each other. They were the general agents of the battlefields of the Changzhou vas and the Satsuma vas, and these two vassals also had the largest number of troops. They agreed with the same opinions and were naturally well-off.

Takamoto Saigo viciously pulled out his sword, "Do you have the strength to fight another battle? I just need you to keep here for half an hour... I will stand beside you, I will fight until the last moment. If any of you see me turning around and running away, you can kill me."

Yutoto Yama County also trained a bit like a famous general in the future in this brutal war. He touched his face and wiped the blood on it and yelled, "He is the warrior of the Changzhou vassal state? Now is the time for us to repay the kindness of the vassal lords. Either step on my body and escape, or you will break up here with me..."

When the general uses his life, there will naturally be a tiger following him. The panicked and fleeing soldiers gathered together again. The general's flag soon formed a defensive position of more than 3,000 people.

The injured Ryuma Sakamoto held the revolver in one hand and shouted loudly in front of the position, "All the musketeers are moving forward, they are obeying my orders... No one is allowed to shoot without authorization... The warriors are pressing the formation behind, and everything is obeyed my orders and reload..."

Like a furious lion, Ryuma Sakamoto commanded the samurai to use a sword to make the musketeers strictly observe the shooting discipline, load and aim uniformly.

Of course, there will be nervous musketeers who fired before they waited for the order. Such a person who created chaos was kicked to the ground by a warrior, and rushed up and punched.

Ryuma Sakamoto was crazy, "Listen to my orders... If anyone fires without permission, he will be killed without mercy." With an order, the sound of a sword being unsheathed in the military formation.

The musketeers finally calmed down a little now. Although their hands were still trembling, there was no longer any fire in advance.

"Murderer... open fire." With a bang, the Tokugawa New Army on the opposite side was overturned by the beaten men.

"Good, good fight, follow my orders... reload, fire... reload, fire..." The battlefield was indeed the best run-in device. After a few rounds of volleys, the musketeers found the feeling of volleys. Soon, the corpses lay down on the opposite side of the Shanxian team.

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, and he could still fight a beautiful counterattack again. The endurance of these Japanese soldiers is really good... I can't even see clearly when I lower the height..."

The hot air balloons that coordinate the cannons are not the kind that fly freely. In the era without propellers, the hot air balloons could only fly in the air with the wind and could not stay in a region for a long time.

So today's hot air balloon is tied with a long fixed rope, which is more than 80 meters long. The end is tied to two century-old ancient trees, which is absolutely safe and secure.

More than 100 special forces from the intelligence agencies gathered on the hill below. They not only guarded the surroundings to prevent the enemy's attack, but also helped to control the height of the balloon.

The coal stove in the hanging basket began to stop blowing, and the heat outlet was also sealed by the iron sheet. Now there was no hot air in the balloon for replenishment. Then more than 30 strong men began to pull ropes like tug of war, and the hot air balloons flying above altitude more than 60 meters began to lower their altitude.

"Okay... Very good. Rome is ready to shoot. The direction is ten o'clock, the elevation angle is forty-five degrees... Three consecutive shots, the Lyra is ready to shoot. The direction is eleven o'clock, the elevation angle is forth thirty-five degrees... The Blades ready to shoot..."

The intelligence officer on the hanging basket is a few of Xiao Letian's limited treasures. They are all mathematical geniuses who jumped out of Ryukyu University. Even those Western teachers praised them. In the eyes of others, questions like calculation artillery ballistics are magical skills, but for them they are all basic skills.

It’s not enough to calculate, but it still needs to calculate accurately and quickly. This really tests the IQ. Fortunately, the Chinese are the smartest nation in the world. They could calculate the formula of the atomic bomb by using an abacus back then, but it is not easy to calculate the ballistics now.

Under the guidance of the hot air balloon, the fleet's shell consumption rose sharply, and the ammunition depot custodian on the warship saw the precious shells being transported out, becoming a divine punishment in the eyes of the Japanese.

Matsuhei Tomosaki was almost crazy. He found that none of the new army's companies had been bombarded, and the chaotic battlefield could no longer form a dense volley. The victory smile that had just appeared on the soldiers' faces turned dead.

"Road over...get out of the range of the artillery...this is a dead place, if you want to live, rush over."

"Sir, the Saigo team is already crazy. We organized three assaults and couldn't even rush through."

"Bastard, are you attacking? You just stand there and shoot foolishly, why don't you charge..."

Matsuhira Sora was scolding, but he knew very well that the new army was completely trained according to Western practice. This kind of army relied too much on rifles and could shoot against the enemy, but once the short-term forces were connected, the traditional Japanese samurai would have an absolute advantage.

There are a large number of warriors in the Southwest Alliance. Several attacks by the new army were defeated by the warriors' swords. When they were at their craziest time, the warriors even cut off the soldiers' heads and threw them back from the battlefield, making them very arrogant.

Matsuhira Yoshiba clenched his fists and felt extremely entangled. Finally, he closed his eyes and shouted, "White Tigers, take all my personal warriors and little surnames with me to fight a charge... If you lose, we can only choose to retreat."

"Lord." The five hundred people around him let out a depressing and low roar. This was the last bit of Matsuhira Etsuba himself. This was the honorary samurai he trained with the most traditional bushido spirit.

"Go and let the world look at it. The warrior is not dead. Even if the world becomes bizarre, the warrior's soul will never die."

"Hay." Five hundred warriors bowed collectively to their lords, and they began to prepare for an attack from the flanks of the battlefield.

The warriors hid behind the new army and felt the rhythm of the enemy's musket volley. When one round of shooting was over, five hundred warriors rushed out of the formation with a roar and launched a charge while the Southwest Alliance was in the gap between the uniforms.

"Duck gives...speed...speed..." These warriors have more than just fanaticism, their battlefield experience is extremely rich. When the musketeers on the opposite side were loading and preparing to shoot at them, the warriors suddenly rolled in the pile of corpses and used the omnipresent corpses as shields.

Pupp puff puff... The bullets hit the corpse and the flesh flew everywhere. Taking advantage of the gap after a volley, the warriors of Aizu family overturned the corpse and launched an attack on the enemy again.

"Ah... Kill..." A roar broke out from his throat that was not as good as a human voice. Five hundred warriors were five hundred beasts, especially the members of the Two Hundred White Tigers Youth Team were the craziest.

The monkey-like warriors advanced in words on the battlefield. No one taught them, and they knew that this would reduce the chance of being shot. Not only that, there were even some crazy warriors who actually rushed forward with their bodies as shield walls. The bullets penetrated the bodies, and the warheads were embedded in the armor, but they were still fearless.

With just one assault, the Southwest Alliance's musket team was torn a gap of more than five meters. The musketeers were in a panic, but killing people with bayonets was not as efficient as being too knifed. In close combat, this was a one-sided massacre.

The sword rolled like a blade in a meat grinder, and the murdered musketeers of the coalition forces rolled.

The warrior is a lifelong soldier in the Middle Ages, and it was hereditary from generation to generation. His murder skills and determination to kill are incomparable to ordinary people.

What is musketeers? To put it bluntly, a group of farmers who have been briefly trained for half a year and relied on their sharp weapons to fight a battle with their hands.

You can imagine that the skills that a family has studied for two or three hundred years are the skills of killing. So how warriors who grew up in such an environment are so warriors.

The most common sentence they heard from the day they were born was that martial arts fortune lasted, which was a belief throughout their lives. Warriors despise death, not only despise the enemy but also their own.

This is a culture that can support them to massacre millions of cities without any sense of moral guilt. It is precisely because of the existence of this culture that a strange army like the Aizu family White Tiger Young Team exists.
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