At 3:55 a.m., Saigo Takamori took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, as if he had a sudden premonition, "It's been more than eight hours of bloody fighting, and Osaka Castle hasn't been captured yet, so are you forcing us to fight at night......?"

At this moment, suddenly in the southeast direction of the battlefield, there were bursts of looming drums, and the shouts and killings on the battlefield could be suppressed very faintly at first, but these generals who had commanded the army for many years were very shocked, and they had a wonderful intuition about danger.

"What's the voice? What about our ninjas? Why didn't you report it......?" As he spoke, a group of people rushed from the southeast post road, looking at the ninjas of the coalition army.

Several ninjas had been wounded by gunshot wounds, and at this moment they were already at the end of their crossbows, and often they couldn't get up when they fell to the ground, and they screamed to the battlefield in fear, and their fingers were still pointing at the strokes behind them.

"Enemy ...... A large group of enemy troops came from the southeast...... Our ** amount was killed......" Just as they reported to the battlefield, the White Tiger Boys of the Aizu Domain chased after them from behind like a gust of wind, slashed these ninjas with long knives, and then easily cut off their heads one by one.

The teenagers stared at the battlefield with contempt, and the 30,000 Southwest Coalition troops looked at them as if they were nothing.

Provocation, this is the provocation of Chi Guoguo, how can the samurai of the fallen four feudal clans tolerate these children being arrogant in front of them, but just as Saigo Takamori was about to give the order, a strict army suddenly flashed behind the White Tiger Boys.

The neat queue, a new Remington rear-loading gun, a two-row horizontal formation of a team of 100 people, and on the far left of the line, there was actually a soldier with a snare drum hanging from his waist, and he was adjusting the rhythm of the team with a neat drum beat.

"Tokugawa's reinforcements, damn Kaimachi has been captured?It must be......" Saigo Takamori subconsciously wanted to mobilize the reserves to go up, but at this time he realized that there were no more reserves around him.

"Hit the ground, the damn Tokugawa Yoshiki is so insidious, their attack today is to drain the morale of our army, and the last killing move is hidden in the sea......"

"The samurai of the Choshu domain continued to attack Ninojo, and the samurai of the Shimazu clan formed a formation to block the enemy...... Rest assured, there aren't many ...... in this new type of army, the Tokugawa family."

Saigo Takamori made a second mistake, he actually miscalculated the number of enemy reinforcements, and in front of him there was only a musket team of more than 3,000 men, which he thought was all the reinforcements.

The samurai of the Shimazu family began to gather ashigaru and musketeers, and soon a commando of 3,000 men was blocking the front of the Tokugawa reinforcements. The musketeers fired harassment, the samurai flanks assaulted, and the spear team in the center rushed forward, and these samurai saw that the opposite side was actually an army of pure musketeers, and immediately formulated a combination of long-range and short-range tactics.

The Japanese are natural tacticians, their ethnicity is very organized, and the superiority and inferiority are clear at a glance, and in the chaos of the battlefield, the soldiers are always organized by the low-ranking samurai, and they are quick to react to changes on the battlefield.

The tactics of the musketeers attacking, the samurai flanks assaulting, and then the spearmen breaking through are the most effective ways to deal with this pure musket army at the moment.

Of course, these samurai also knew that there would be a lot of casualties during the charge, but now they can't care so much, even if they all die here, as long as they can die with these soldiers, it will be enough.

"Duck give...... Kill!" The coalition forces launched a charge at a distance of 150 meters from the enemy, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering.

To everyone's shock, the Tokugawa army on the opposite side did not have the fanaticism of the medieval army at all, but instead had a calm, terrifying calmness.

The musketeers of the Shimazu family kept firing, and the neat queue on the opposite side had people shot and fell from time to time, but this group of cold musketeers continued to walk forward in silence without saying a word, and the rhythm of the snare drums was not chaotic at all.

When a musketeer falls, a second one immediately comes up, and when three falls, another three immediately come up, and it is this calmness that makes the soldiers of the Shimazu family more and more afraid.

150 meters, 100 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters...... The musketeers of the Shimazu family fired five rounds, but the other side did not return a single shot.

"What are you doing? Are these people crazy? Why don't you fight back? Is there a cons......piracy?" Countless people on the battlefield wondered in their hearts.

Far away in the rear, the French minister Roche sneered and said to Matsudaira Rongbao beside him: "Modern warfare pays attention to strict discipline and overwhelming the enemy's firepower output, and the quantity and quality of rifles are not as good as ours, and they have to fire indiscriminately at a distance of one hundred and fifty meters, and they will lose this way of fighting!"

Matsudaira didn't respond, his eyes staring at the two armies that were about to collide on the battlefield and didn't even dare to blink. This was a new type of army created by the Tokugawa family with 200 years of treasury wealth, and this was the first time that it was a real battle, and it was also in the face of such an important battle, how could he not be nervous.

Matsudaira was conflicted, on the one hand, he hoped that the new army would win, because that was the hope of the shogunate, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the new army would win, because it would be a heavy blow to the traditional bushido spirit that he adhered to.

The battlefield was not a good place for contemplation, and soon he threw away all distractions, because the two armies were now approaching a distance of fifty meters.

At this time, the snare drum suddenly stopped, and many orders shouted in French came from the battlefield, the butts of the soldiers' guns were pressed against their shoulders, and three thousand remingtons were aimed at the Satsuma army running wildly in front of them.

"Everyone is ready...... Fire!" At the sound of the order, a rolling thunder suddenly sounded on the flat ground, and the long firing array instantly poured 3,000 projectiles, and the dense smoke of gunpowder was like a white fog sweeping across the earth in the early morning.

The firing distance of fifty meters can be said to be a missed shot, and after a row of gunfire, the Satsuma army formation charging on the opposite side seemed to be smashed by the god of war with a hammer, and the soldiers at the front fell a thick layer.

There was a pop of bullets piercing through the body, bloody arrows in the chest sprayed everywhere, and the battlefield was full of wails, and the number of Satsuma casualties approached a thousand in just one volley.

In particular, the pikemen of the dense impact were the place where the Grim Reaper cared for the most, and the first few rows of soldiers were beaten into a sieve.

"Very good, lads...... Forget about the enemy on the other side, calm your minds, reload and get ready...... Don't be afraid......" With the sound of a bolt pulling, the new army, trained like robots, was ready again.

"Shooting...... Shooting ...... "The Tokugawa New Army kept its rhythm and kept dropping waves of fire on the enemy, and after only three volleys, there were few living people on the opposite side.

Shooting began at fifty meters, and after three volleys, the corpse closest to the position in the vanguard had rushed to ten meters, and all the soldiers of the Shimazu family on the entire battlefield maintained the direction of the charge, and there was not a single deserter among the three thousand.

Everyone was stunned by this efficient killing, even Youpeng in Shanxian subconsciously set his eyes here, and a cold air rushed up to his waist, where had he ever seen such an efficient way of killing.

"Within fifty meters...... Kill a single inch of grass and not grow!"

The few surviving samurai were clearly carried away by the blood, and he had fallen into a state of hysteria, covering the bullet holes in his body with one hand and pointing his sword at the enemy with the other...... Onboard ......" They actually stumbled and launched another charge.

The French officers in the back were stunned, they didn't understand why the remaining samurai were still charging, why they were looking for death?

Three thousand guns were aimed at the dozen or so samurai, but no one dared to shoot without an order, and these new troops, who had been trained with a stick for more than half a year, obeyed military orders like machines, and they all had no thinking of their own.

The samurai rushed closer and closer, but the order to shoot was not given until the end, and the musketeers allowed the samurai to rush in front of them and wave their swords, and the musketeers could only resist a little with their bayonets.

"What are you doing in a daze? Shoot, kill them......" The officer finally woke up from his shock, he raised his hand and shot a samurai to death, and then scolded, "Crazy bushido, crazy Japanese, it seems that I can't spare any mercy...... Damn it, I gave them a chance to surrender, and no one wanted ......"

After the gunshots, the Satsuma soldiers who were in charge of blocking the new army were completely wiped out, and Saigo Takamori smashed his heart with his hand in distress, "Nani, Nani! There are only 3,000 people, 3,000 people, can you unleash such a powerful combat power?"

"Still looking at what to do, organize the army to continue the offensive...... This time with 10,000 troops, I don't believe they can kill them all!"

The desperate Saigo Takamori has no other choice, this battle is fought to this point, and in the end, even if he wins, he has to apologize, and there are too many people who have died.

The Tokugawa New Army continued to advance in small steps, pressing up from the southeast of the battlefield like a wall, and at this time, the 10,000 troops transferred by Saigo Takamori were also gathering in a steady stream.

Everywhere there was the roar of the officers "scattered...... Spread out, don't form a phalanx......"

"Don't be afraid to shoot at the enemy...... All of them charge forward, charge...... As long as we stay up to hand-to-hand combat, we win......"

"Musketeers cover...... Focus on killing the officers and the ...... who beat the drums"

"The Emperor is onboard...... Duck give!kill ......"

If there are tens of thousands of people without bounds, if they scatter and attack, the visual conflict is even more spectacular and unimaginable.

Just when the coalition forces were full of confidence and were about to swallow this piece of fat in one gulp, the Tokugawa reinforcements suddenly erupted in the back of the main camp, and then the earth exploded in the crowd.

At the critical moment, 12 field guns imported from France began to exert their might, although they were not the most advanced rear-loading guns, but the precise rifling and the high explosives in the shells were worthy of his title of the king of the battlefield.

Each explosion killed and injured hundreds of people, and corpses and severed limbs flew in the air mixed with dirt and rained down on the ground.

Xie Duo shook his head and sighed, "Hey...... This is the mode of warfare in the Middle Ages, and even if you are given muskets and cannons, you will not use them, because you do not understand this new science at all!"

"Okay, the rear army is all pressed up, eat these 10,000 people, and there will be no suspense in victory!"