At 3:55, Takamoto Saigo seemed to have a premonition suddenly. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. "It has been more than eight hours of bloody battles. Osaka Castle has not yet been captured. Do you force us to fight at night? Damn it..."

At this moment, suddenly, the sound of drums appeared in the southeast direction of the battlefield, and the shouts of killing on the battlefield were extremely faint, but these generals who had been commanding the army for many years were shocked. They had a wonderful intuition about danger.

"What voice is our ninja? Why didn't we report..." As he spoke, a group of people rushed from the southeast post road, looking at the ninjas dressed up as the coalition forces.

Several ninjas were gunshot wounds, and they were at the end of their power. They often fell to the ground and couldn't get up. They shouted to the battlefield in fear, and their fingers were still drawing behind them.

"Enemy...a large group of enemy troops came to the southeast...a large number of our people were killed..." Just as they reported the news to the battlefield, the White Tiger Young Team of Aizu's family chased after him like a gust of wind, chopped over these ninjas with a long sword, and then easily cut off their heads one by one.

The teenagers stared at the battlefield with contempt, and the 30,000 Southwest Alliance looked as if nothing had happened in their eyes.

Provocation, this is a pure provocation. How could the warriors of the four vassals of the Anti-Sutra tolerate these children being arrogant in front of them? But just as Takamoto Saigo was about to give an order, a strict army suddenly flashed behind the White Tiger Youth Team.

In a neat queue, Yishui's new Remington rear-mounted guns, a double row of 100 people was neatly arranged. On the far left side of the team, there was a soldier with a snare drum hanging on his waist, using neat drum beats to adjust the rhythm of the team.

"Tokugawa's reinforcements, has the damn Jeecho been captured? It must be..." Takamori Saigo subconsciously wanted to mobilize the reserve team to top it, but at this time he realized that there was no reserve team around him anymore.

"I've been trapped. The damn Tokugawa Kyoki is so insidious. Their attack today is to consume the morale of our army. It turns out that the last killer move is hidden in the sea..."

"The samurai from the Nagashu family continues to attack Ninoji Castle, and the samurai from the Shimazu family form a formation to block the enemy... Don't worry, there are not many new army in Tokugawa family..."

Takamoto Saigo made a second mistake. He actually miscalculated the number of reinforcements from the enemy. There was only a musket team of more than 3,000 people in front of him. He thought this was all the reinforcements.

The samurai of the Shimazu family began to gather the squad and musketeers. Soon a commando of 3,000 people blocked the Tokugawa reinforcements. The musketeers shot and harassed, and the samurai attacked on both wings. The spear team quickly advanced forward. When the samurai saw that the army was actually a gathering of pure musketeers on the other side, they immediately formulated a tactic that combined long-range and short-range.

Otherwise, the Japanese are born tacticians. Their nation is very organized and the superiority and inferiority are clear at a glance. On the chaotic battlefield, soldiers can always be organized by low-level samurai and can quickly respond to changes in the battlefield.

Musketeers attack, warriors attacked on both wings, and then the spearmen in the formation broke through. This tactic is the most effective way to deal with this pure musketeer army at present.

Of course, these warriors also knew that there would be a large number of casualties during the charge, but now they can't take care of so many. Even if they all die here, as long as they can die with these soldiers, it would be enough.

"Give the duck... kill." The coalition forces launched a charge at a distance of 150 meters from the enemy, and the shouts of killing were earth-shaking.

What shocked everyone was that the Tokugawa army on the opposite side was not as fanatical as the medieval army, and was replaced by calmness, which made people terrifyingly calm.

The musketeers of the Shimazu family kept firing, and people were shot and fell from time to time in the neat queue opposite, but the cold musketeers continued to walk forward without saying a word, and the rhythm of the snare drum was not messy at all.

When a musketeer fell down, a second one immediately added up. When three fell down, another three immediately rushed up. It was this calm that made the soldiers of the Shimazu family even more frightened.

One hundred and fifty meters, one hundred and eighty meters, seventy meters... The musketeers of the Shimazu family fired five rounds, but the other party did not even fight back.

"What are you doing? Are these people crazy? Why don't you fight back? Is there a conspiracy..." Countless people on the battlefield were confused.

In the far back, French Minister Roche sneered at Matsuhei Yokoba, who was beside him, saying, "Modern warfare emphasizes strict discipline and overwhelming firepower output. Originally, the quantity and quality of the rifles were not as good as ours, and they had to fire randomly 150 meters away. They would definitely lose this way of playing."

Matsuhei Etsuba did not respond at all. He stared at the two armies that were about to collided on the battlefield without even blinking. This was a new army created by the Tokugawa family who spent all their wealth in their treasury for two hundred years. This was the first actual battle, and in the face of such an important battle, how could he not be nervous?

Matsuhira Etsubashi was very conflicted. On the one hand, he hoped that the new army would win because it was the hope of the shogunate, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the new army would win because it was a heavy blow to the traditional Bushido spirit he adhered to.

The battlefield was not a good place to ponder, and soon he threw away all distracting thoughts, because the two armies had approached fifty meters at this moment.

At this time, the snare drum suddenly stopped, and many French orders came from the battlefield. The soldiers put the butts on their shoulders, and three thousand Remingtons aimed at the Satsuma army running wildly in front.

"Everyone is ready to... open fire." With a command, a rolling thunder suddenly sounded on the ground, and the long shooting array instantly poured out three thousand projectiles. The thick smoke of gunpowder was like the white mist sweeping across the earth in the early morning.

The fifty-meter shooting distance can be said to be perfect. After a row of gunfire, the Satsuma army formation charging opposite seemed to be hit by the God of War with a hammer, and the soldiers in the front fell down a thick layer.

There were the sound of bullets piercing through the body everywhere, and blood arrows in the chest were squirting everywhere. There were wailings on the battlefield. In just one round of volleys, the number of casualties of the Satsuma Army approached 1,000.

Especially the intensive attacking spear team is the place where Death takes care of the most. The front rows of soldiers were all beaten into sieves.

"Very good, boys... Forget the enemy opposite, calm your mood, load up... Don't be afraid..." With the sound of a bolt pulling, these new troops trained like robots were ready again.

"Shoot...Shoot..." Tokugawa's new army maintained its own rhythm and kept dropping waves of firepower to the enemy. With only three volleys, there were few living people on the other side.

The shooting began at fifty meters. After three rounds of volleys, the corpse that was closest to the position had rushed to ten meters. All the soldiers of the Shimazu family on the entire battlefield maintained the direction of charge, and there was no deserter in the three thousand people.

Everyone was shocked by this efficient killing. Even Youpeng, Shanxian subconsciously turned his eyes to this place, and a cold air rushed up to his back. He had never seen such an efficient way of killing.

"Within fifty meters... I killed a single grass and didn't grow."

The surviving warriors were obviously blinded by their blood. He was already in a state of hysteria. They covered the bullet holes on their bodies with one hand and pointed the enemy with the tooth knife. "Duck gives them to...onboard..." They actually stumbled and launched another charge.

The French officers behind were stunned. They didn't understand why the remaining warriors still charged and why they were seeking death.

Three thousand guns were aimed at the dozen warriors, but no one dared to shoot without orders. The new troops who had been trained for more than half a year of big sticks followed military orders like machines, and they no longer had their own thinking.

The warriors rushed closer and closer, but the shooting order was not delivered until the end. The musketeers allowed the warriors to rush in front of them and waved the sword. The musketeers could only use bayonets to resist.

"What are you still standing there? Shoot, kill them..." The officer finally woke up from the shock. He raised his hand and shot a samurai and scolded, "Crazy Bushido, crazy Japanese, it seems that I can't show any mercy... Damn, I give them a chance to surrender, but no one wants it..."

After the gunshots, the Satsuma soldiers who were responsible for blocking the new army were wiped out. Takamori Saigo was heartbroken and smashed his heart with his hands. "Nani, Nani, there are only three thousand people, three thousand people, and you can release such powerful combat power."

"What are you doing? Organize the army to continue attacking... I don't believe they can kill them all this time."

Takamoto Saigo, who was desperate to take all his bets, had no other choice. As a result, he had to apologize even if he won. There were too many people who died.

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

The roars of officers are everywhere, "Disperse... Everyone disperses, don't form a dense array..."

"Don't be afraid when encountering enemy shooting... Everyone charges forward, charge... As long as we survive in close combat, we will win..."

"The musketeers cover...the focus is on killing those officers and drumbeaters..."

"The Emperor carries on board... Give the ducks, kill..."

If a person has boundless boundlessness, if he disperses his attack, the visual conflict will be even more spectacular and unimaginable.

Just as the coalition forces were full of confidence and were about to swallow the fat piece in one bite, a rumbling sound of cannons suddenly erupted behind the Tokugawa reinforcements, and then the soil exploded in the crowd.

At the critical moment, twelve French-imported field artillery began to show its power. Although it was not the most advanced rear-loaded artillery, the precise rifle and the high-explosive explosives in the shells were worthy of his title as the king of the battlefield.

Each explosion can cause hundreds of casualties, and corpses and broken limbs and broken arms fly in the air with soil, and then spill on the ground like rain.

Xie Duowan shook his head and sighed, "Hey... this is the war mode of the Middle Ages. Even if you give it to you muskets and cannons, you won't use it, because you don't understand this brand new science at all."

"Okay, the rear army is pressing over, and if you eat up these 10,000 people, there is no suspense to victory." This book was first released from 17K Novel Network, and you can read the genuine content as soon as possible!
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