"In other words, Your Excellency Okubo has the idea of borrowing troops from other countries." Kuroda Kiyotaka said with a gloomy face, "This is absolutely impossible!" I must dissuade His Excellency Okubo! ”

"However, His Excellency Okubo also has his difficulties." Matsumoto Juro sighed and expressed his understanding of Okubo Ritsu's current situation, "At present, the rebel army is in full swing, the entire territory of Kyushu Shikoku has fallen, Osaka Castle has also been breached, the navy and army have suffered huge losses, and the number of troops is seriously insufficient. ”

"Borrowing from abroad is a move to quench your thirst by drinking doves! Even if the rebellion can be quelled, after the rebellion has stopped, if the foreign soldiers do not retreat and forcibly claim their rights, how can they be driven away? Kuroda Kiyotaka said, "Never! ”

"But now that the rebels are strong, Lianke City, the government's navy and army are invincible, if the situation is not reversed as soon as possible, it will be dangerous when the rebels enter Tokyo." Matsumoto Juro sighed.

"If you and I go, we will definitely be able to break the rebels!" Kuroda Kiyoshi said loudly, "As long as there are 10,000 male soldiers in hand, and there is enough food, grass and ordnance, even if the rebel army is strong, it will not be difficult to break it!" ”

"Kuroda-kun, does he already have a way to break the enemy?" Matsumoto Juro saw Kuroda Kiyotaka's confident appearance and immediately asked.

"I've read the relevant battle reports, the rebels' method of attacking the city, mostly using caves to blast, destroy the city walls, and break into the city. I have studied the relevant war cases in Europe and the United States, and I have already learned about it, and this time I am about to compete with the rebels. Kiyotaka Kuroda replied.

Hearing that Kuroda Kiyotaka had a way to break the enemy, Matsumoto Juro was very happy and talked to Kuroda about marching into the army. But I didn't notice it at all. A catastrophe is coming.

A dusk in the middle of a cold winter day. A troop carrier quietly sailed into Tokyo Bay, and Rear Admiral Oyama Iwa, who was already an army general, stood on the deck of the ship, looking at the city of Tokyo for a long time.

The city of Tokyo now looks like a pile of firewood in the fireplace that is about to be extinguished, and gradually dimmed, and after a while, I saw a thin black line of land, still separated between the sea and the growing twilight. Ocean wave. Coldly slapped the hull of the ship.

He and his troops were being transferred to Tokyo at this time.

The wind was a little cold, and Dashan Yan hid in a hatch, lit a cigarette, and thought about his current situation. In the past, he had always regarded "dedication to the emperor" as his motto, which seemed to be very great, but it did not make much sense. The question of what life is in the world will never be truly answered.

Now, on one side is his brother Saigo Takamori, who has become an enemy, who once treated him like a father, and on the other side is the government to which he is loyal.

He had thought of running away from this war. But fate didn't let him get his wish, not so long ago. The Ministry of the Army promoted himself to the rank of major general, and of course he understood what this promotion meant.

Does Zhenhe want to draw his sword against his dear brother and former comrades-in-arms?

Dashan Yan sighed, came to the deck again, stood against the railing, and looked into the distance.

On the dam on the coast in the distance, a railway bridge made of giant logs is clearly visible.

Seeing this bridge, which looked a little shabby in appearance, Dashan Yan became a little excited again.

When the Ministry of Industry decided to build a railway to Tokyo, it was met with fierce opposition from the private sector, and the Ministry had no choice but to bypass the farmland and build a dam and bridge by the sea, so there was such a huge wooden bridge.

It is said that after the wooden bridge was built, many foreigners questioned its sturdiness and the reliability of Japanese engineering, believing that the train would collapse as soon as it went up, but the fact is that the bridge still stands to this day, and it is even more beautiful because it blends in with the surrounding scenery.

Dashanyan also took a train through this wooden railway bridge, when the train drove on the bridge, Dashanyan remembered that when the wind was strong, the body and the bridge body would have a slight shaking, plus the volley cliff, there was a thrill, many people would exclaim at this time, thinking that the train would fall off the bridge, but every time there was no danger.

Oyama Iwa looks at the bridge with keen eyes, and although it looks primitive and rude, it is a symbol of the beginning of Japan's industrialization and represents the achievements of Japan's development in this era. Perhaps one day, this wooden bridge will be replaced by a stone bridge or an iron bridge, but Daisen Iwa will not forget the historical merits of this wooden bridge.

Just as Dashan Rock stared at the bridge, with the sound of a whistle, a train was speeding towards the shore in the distance.

The train approached quickly and got on the bridge, at this time the troop carrier also sailed not far from the bridge, Oyama Iwa saw the Japanese military flag planted on the locomotive, and knew that this should be a train requisitioned by the military, it should be carrying soldiers or important military supplies, and its current destination should also be Tokyo.

As Oyama was thinking about where his troop carrier and the soldiers on the train would be sent, a red light suddenly flashed from the middle of the bridge, followed by a loud explosion like thunder.

At this time, the train had already driven onto the bridge, and the locomotive had already driven over two-thirds of the bridge, and at this moment, the middle of the bridge suddenly exploded, and Dashan Yan saw that the bridge broke from the middle in an instant.

The train in the rush was also blown in two, and three carriages continued to rush forward under the traction of the locomotive, trying to rush to the opposite bank, but at this moment, there were two smaller explosions on the bridge body, and the broken bridge could not withstand such an explosion and the weight of the locomotive and the carriage, and collapsed.

The carriage was already shattered in mid-air, and Dashan Yan couldn't help but be terrified when he saw countless people dancing and screaming and falling from the air to the sea.

First the carriage smashed heavily into the sea, then the heavy locomotive nose fell, smashed on the carriage and exploded, instantly rising a huge smoke ball with flames, followed by white steam from the shattered boiler, the hot steam instantly surrounded the people who fell into the water, and the scalded people let out a terrible cry.

The bridge on the other side also collapsed, and more carriages fell, stirring up huge waves that crashed against the hull of the troop carrier, almost overturning the troop carrier.

Under the impact of the huge waves, Dashan Yan almost fell, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and held on to the barricade on the side of the gunwale, so as not to let himself fall into the sea.

It wasn't until all the carriages had fallen into the sea that Oyama realized what had happened.

"Hurry up and save people!" Seeing the wreckage of the train completely shrouded in black smoke and the corpses floating on the sea, the mountain core was terrified and roared.

After a period of panic, the troop carrier slowly sailed towards the sea where the accident occurred, stopped not far from the sea where the accident occurred, put down the boat, and went to rescue the victims.

The dinghy quickly approached the accident site, and Da Shanyan looked at the debris fragments and corpses floating on the sea, and his heart tightened.

Suddenly, a familiar background in military uniform, crouched on a broken plank, caught his attention, and he hurriedly ordered the dinghy to sail towards the man.

The dinghy approached the plank, and before the soldiers could make a move, Dashan Yan couldn't wait to lean out and pull the man lying on the plank.

When he saw who this person was, the blood all over his body suddenly froze.

"It's General Kuroda! ......" someone recognized the man's identity and exclaimed.

Oyama Iwa looked at Kuroda Kiyotaka in front of him in horror, at this time Kuroda Kiyotaka's skull had collapsed, his eyes were furious, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and a thick nail was deeply inserted from his left temple, revealing only a short section, and his body was also pierced by the plank, apparently dead.

Seeing that the highly respected Kuroda Kiyotaka, who was also from Satsuma, died like this, Oyama Iwa couldn't help but be sad for a while, and he actually cried loudly.

With the timely rescue of the troop carrier, 62 Japanese Army officers and soldiers on the train were successfully rescued and transferred to the nearest temporary hospital established by the army, and Tatsujiro Uezaki was one of these lucky people.

The makeshift hospital where Tatsujiro Uezaki was wounded was very small, but it was no more than eight large tents, each of which could accommodate twelve people. The tents were set up in a small clearing in the woods, near the sea, in a row of four, in two rows, each surrounded by four-foot-high sandbags. These were the headquarters of the hospital, and there were also several tents at one end of the clearing, which were the cooking rooms and the military doctors' quarters, where the soldiers assigned to the hospital also lived. There is often silence in the hospital. By three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the air was extremely stuffy, and it was still warm in the tent. Most of the wounded and sick were drowsy and restless, some were talking in their dreams, and some were snorting in pain. They really don't have anything to do. If the injury is mild, you can also chat, read books, newspapers and magazines, and of course, three meals a day, and check the ward once in the morning, which are indispensable. Tatsujiro Uezaki felt happy at first, but his injuries could only be said to be scratched a little skin: a two- or three-inch long cut in his thigh, the wood chips were not in the flesh, and the bleeding was not very much. Within an hour of the injury, he was able to walk, but his foot was slightly lame. As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he was arranged to rest on a canvas bed, and he was given a few blankets, and he lay comfortably on the bed, reading magazines, and soon it was dark. A doctor came to give him a cursory examination, saved anti-inflammatory powder on the wound, bandaged it, and did not come back to ask him that day. Tatsujiro Uezaki felt that although he was weak, he was at ease, but when he remembered the moment he fell from the bridge into the sea, he couldn't help but feel palpitations, he couldn't muster a little energy, and he didn't have the heart to taste how frightened he was when he fell into the water and how much it hurt. For the first time in weeks, he slept soundly all night, and no one came to call him for a change of guard at night, and the canvas bed was soft after all, which was a great pleasure compared to the bunk. (To be continued......)

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