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

Is it really as Xiao Lotian said, the Japanese nation only produces tacticians, not strategists? No, no, no...... This is not true, but I firmly believe that the time has come for Japan, a suffering nation, to turn around, and that there will be a place for the Japanese in the great changes that have not been seen in 3,000 years.

If you have grievances but you can't spread them on the battlefield, this is Ryoma Sakamoto's life creed, and he can still distinguish the priorities.

"Don't run away, organize a defense immediately, now we have to rely on the artillery support of the Ryukyu battleships, but the artillery also has a range, and the farther the distance, the lower the accuracy......"

"But after all, the artillery is a blind fire, will it hurt us by mistake?" asked Takamori Saigo.

"Probably not, there is a possibility of accidental injury with a hot air balloon in the sky...... The most important thing is that it is almost six o'clock now, and at most it will be completely dark for half an hour, and by that time the naval artillery will no longer be able to provide fire cover!"

"Therefore, we must take advantage of this half an hour to let the Ryukyu warships destroy more of the Tokugawa family's new army, only in this way can we be safer!"

"Some fight, only to talk, only to make the general feel distressed, the pain is unbearable, he will bow his head and talk with us, this is a lose-lose war, there is no winner in it, all we can do is to leave a little more vitality for Japan!"

Sakamoto Ryoma suddenly said affectionately and solemnly, "But if you want to negotiate, you have to be equal in strength, don't consume a lot of the Tokugawa New Army, don't let them have a fear in their hearts, I don't think they will negotiate!" So, please give the order of the commander-in-chief, defend on the spot, as long as your banner does not fall, the Tokugawa New Army will not think about ......advancing an inch."

Saigo Takamori and Yama Prefecture Aritomo glanced at each other, they were the battlefield chief agents of the Choshu Domain and the Satsuma Domain, and the two domains also had the largest number of troops, and they were united in their opinions and naturally had military orders.

Saigo Takamori viciously pulled out his sword, "The samurai of the Satsuma Domain, do you have the strength to fight again, I just want you to hold this place for half an hour...... I, Saigo, stand by your side, and I will fight until the last moment, and if any of you see me turn around and run away, you can all kill me!"

Yama Prefecture Youtomo also exercised a bit of the taste of a famous general in this cruel war, he touched his face to wipe the blood stains on it, and shouted, "Where are the samurai of the Choshu Domain! Now is the time for us to repay the favor of the feudal lord, either step on my corpse and escape, or ...... here with me."

The general's life, naturally there will be a tiger to follow, and the soldiers who fled in panic gathered together again, and a defensive position of more than three thousand people was soon formed under the general's banner.

Ryoma Sakamoto, who was wounded, held a revolver in one hand and shouted loudly in front of the position, "All the musketeers are forward, all obey my orders...... No one is allowed to shoot without permission...... The samurai are in the back, and everything is at my command......!

Like an enraged lion, Ryoma Sakamoto commanded the samurai to use the sword to keep the musketeers disciplined in shooting, uniform loading, and unified aiming.

Of course, there will be nervous musketeers who fire without waiting for orders, and this kind of chaotic guy is kicked to the ground by the samurai, and rushing up is punched and kicked.

Ryoma Sakamoto is crazy, "Listen to my orders...... If anyone opens fire without authorization, there will be no mercy!" An order was given to the sound of a sword unsheathed in the army's formation.

The musketeers had finally calmed down, and although their hands were still shaking, there was no longer a case of early fire.

"Musketeers...... Fire!" I heard a bang, and the position was filled with white smoke, and the beaten people of the Tokugawa New Army on the opposite side turned on their backs.

"Well done, well done! Listen to me...... Reload!Fire...... "The battlefield is indeed the best run-in......, and after a few volleys, the musketeers found the feeling of a salvo, and soon the corpses lay on the opposite side of the 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 has collapsed, and they can still fight another beautiful counterattack, the endurance of these Japanese soldiers is really good...... I can't even see clearly when I lower the altitude...... "The hot air balloon that coordinates the artillery this time is not the kind that flies freely, in the era when there were no propellers, the hot air balloon could only fly in the air with the wind, and it was impossible to stay in one area for a long time.

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

More than 100 special operations officers from the Intelligence Bureau gathered on the hill below, not only to guard the surroundings to prevent enemy attacks, but also to help control the height of the balloon.

The coal stove in the gondola began to stop blowing, and the heat port was also sealed with iron sheets, and now there was no hot gas in the balloon to replenish, and then more than 30 strong men began to pull the rope like a tug-of-war, and the hot air balloon flying at an altitude of more than 60 meters began to reduce its altitude.

"Good...... The Roma was ready to shoot, at ten o'clock in the direction and at an elevation angle of forty-five degrees...... Lyra ready to shoot at eleven o'clock in the direction and thirty-five degrees in elevation...... The Wavecrusher prepares to shoot ......"

The intelligence officer on the hanging basket is a limited number of treasures under Xiao Letian, all of whom are mathematical geniuses who jumped out of the University of the Ryukyus, and even those Western teachers are full of praise, such as calculating the trajectory of artillery This kind of problem is a miracle skill in the eyes of others, but for them it is a basic skill.

It is not good to calculate, but also to calculate accurately and quickly, this is really a test of intelligence, fortunately, the Chinese are the smartest people in the world, and the formula for the atomic bomb can be calculated with an abacus back then, and now it is not simple to calculate the trajectory.

Under the guidance of the hot air balloon, the fleet's shell consumption skyrocketed, and the ammunition depot keepers on the battleship watched as the precious shells were transported out, turning into a divine punishment in the eyes of the Japanese.

Matsudaira was already going crazy by this time, he found that there was not a single company of the New Army that had not been shelled, the chaotic battlefield could no longer form a dense salvo, and the victorious smiles that had just appeared on the faces of the soldiers had turned to ashes at this moment.

"Rush over...... Out of the range of artillery...... This is the place of death, if you want to live, rush over!"

"Report to my lord, the Saigo Honjin is already crazy, and we can't rush through the three assaults we organized!"

"Bastard, are you assaulting? You're just going to stand there and shoot stupidly, why don't you charge......"

Matsudaira Yoho was scolding, but he knew very well in his heart that the new army was completely trained according to Western practices, this kind of army relied too much on rifles, and it was okay to shoot at the enemy, but once the hand-to-hand combat was encountered, the traditional Japanese samurai would have an absolute advantage.

There are a large number of samurai in the Southwest Coalition Army, and several new army assaults are to let those samurai swords to defeat, and when they fight to the craziest, those samurai even cut off the heads of soldiers and throw them back from the battlefield, and they are very arrogant.

Matsudaira Rongbao clenched his fists and was extremely entangled in his heart, and finally he closed his eyes and shouted, "White Tigers, take all my personal samurai and small surnames, and go to fight a charge...... If you lose, we'll have no choice but to retreat!"

"My lord!" the five hundred people around him let out a suppressed and low roar, this was the last bit of essence of Matsudaira Rongbao's own self, the honorary samurai he had trained in the most traditional bushido spirit.

"Go ahead, let the world see, the samurai are not dead! no matter how strange the world becomes, the soul of the samurai will never die!"

"Hay!" five hundred warriors bowed en masse to the lord, and they began to prepare for an attack from the flanks of the battlefield.

The samurai hid behind the new army and felt the rhythm of the enemy's musket salvo, and when the round of firing was over, five hundred samurai rushed out of the formation with a roar and launched a charge while the Southwest Coalition was reloading.

"Duck give...... Velocity...... Speed ...... "These samurai had more than just fanaticism, they had a lot of experience in the battlefield, and when the musketeers on the opposite side were ready to shoot at them, they suddenly rolled over in the pile of corpses, using the ubiquitous corpses as shields.

Puff puff...... Bullets struck the corpse and shattered the flesh, and in the interval between the volleys, the samurai of the Aizu clan overturned the corpse and attacked the enemy again.

"Ah...... Kill ......" burst out of his throat with a roar that did not resemble a human voice, and five hundred warriors were five hundred beasts, among which the members of the two hundred White Tiger Boys were the most crazy.

The monkey-like samurai zigzag on the battlefield, and no one taught them, they knew that it would reduce the chance of being shot. Not only that, but there were even some crazy samurai who actually rushed forward with the corpse as a shield wall, and the bullets pierced through the corpses, and the bullets were embedded in the armor, but they were still undaunted.

In just one assault, the musketeers of the Southwest Coalition Army were torn open a gap of more than five meters, and the musketeers were embarrassed to parry, but bayonets were not as efficient as knives after all, and in hand-to-hand combat, this was a one-sided massacre.

The knives tumbled like blades in a meat grinder, and the heads of the Coalition musketeers were slain.

The samurai belonged to the medieval military life, and it was inherited from the family for generations, and his killing skills and determination to kill people were unmatched by ordinary people.

To put it bluntly, it is just a group of peasants who have been trained for a short period of six months and a year, and who rely on their sharp weapons to fight a dozen battles with the wind.

You can imagine how warlike and crazy it is for a samurai who grew up in such an environment to be a samurai who has been cultivating the skill of killing for two or three hundred years.

The phrase they hear the most from the day they are born is that martial arts are long-lasting, which is a belief throughout their lives. The samurai despised death with great contempt, not only for their enemies but also for their own.

This is a culture, a culture that can support them to slaughter millions of cities without any sense of moral guilt, and it is precisely because of the existence of this culture that there will be such a strange army as the White Tiger Boys of the Aizu Domain.

It's almost dusk, but the killing is at its best!