The victory of Kunigami Village finally turned the tide of the battle, and the new regiment and the Japanese Shimadzu samurai coalition left only a small number of troops left behind, and the rest of the people quickly returned to the city by mountain roads.

In the vast mountains, there are shuttle figures everywhere, and the soldiers with the power of mad victory support each other, encourage each other, squeeze the last trace of their bodies, and rush towards Naha Port and Shuri Castle.

"You ...... The new group is a tough guy...... After fighting all night without rest, everyone was injured and still charged, which is really admirable...... "Countless Shimazu samurai gave a thumbs up in Chinese, which was not fluent.

"Nonsense, this is a national war, this is a national war, do you understand... What is the Prime Minister's last life? For this great cause, the prime minister can give his life, what is our rotten life... Accelerate ......"

The new regiment, the iron army born in the flames of war, conquered all the people with their tenacity, and those Japanese samurai eyes were straight, they thought that the Japanese samurai were already the most tenacious and hard-working soldiers in the world, but compared with these defenders of the Beishan defense line, their pride was not there room to show off.

The soldiers had not closed their eyes for more than 24 hours, during which time they had eaten only a small amount of food and even water.

On the way to Naha Port, there was always a soldier who climbed on the mountain spring and tried to take a sip of water, but he never got up again, and when people helped him, they found that he was already snoring like thunder.

It is lucky to be able to fall asleep, and some soldiers even fell to the ground as soon as their bodies went limp, and when people turned over, the young soldiers were no longer breathing.

Sakamoto Ryoma and Kayama Kurigen were already frightened and overwhelmed, this powerful spiritual power made them unable to follow, and finally Kayama Kurigen picked up a fallen Han soldier, put it around his neck and led him forward.

"Supporting Friendly Forces...... Let's enter the city together, we can't let such a hero not see the final victory......"

The Japanese believe in a variety of ways, and they are naturally good at perceiving spiritual strength, and the new group of tired wounded soldiers, who seem to be weak but exude a strong spirit, like the reincarnation of the god of war, shocks everyone's hearts.

Ryoma Yasumo bowed ninety degrees, "Heroes should not be sacrificed before victory, the blood in the back, please let our Japanese samurai flow..."After speaking, he bent down and picked up a small warrior on his back, and rushed forward with his legs.

really responded to what Xiao Lotian said, the Japanese nation must completely conquer him spiritually, and it is not enough to rely on materials alone, the British ships and artillery Shimazu family dare to fire against it, so this nation must let him be completely convinced from the heart.

Today, the spirit of the new army completely convinced the Japanese samurai, and they reciprocated 100% loyalty.

The flames of Naha Port have flickered in people's eyes, the deafening shouts of killing have shaken the earth, and the battle for the Seven Star Mountains and Shuri Fort has begun, and there are now only three batteries left to resist in the brutal hand-to-hand combat.

The largest Shurijo Castle Fort, as well as the last two forts at the top of the Seven Stars Mountain, were already covered in the fires caused by the explosion, and the jumping, flames, and smoke could be seen clearly from the distance between the two mountains.

"Hold the fort... The last turret cannot be lost...... This is our last hope to resist the battleship, especially the Shuri Castle Fort, we must not lose ......" Xiang Ying can be regarded as Xiao Letian's closed disciple no matter how he says it, and his judgment of the general trend of the battle situation is superior to others.

The new regiment that returned to the defense had just broken out of the mountain pass, where people could overlook the entire city and the entire bay, and Xiang Ying didn't even have three minutes to give the order first.

"The samurai of the Shimazu family...... Carrying enough ammunition, go to the Shuri Fort at once, and disperse the besieging French troops, and within an hour, I must see the Shuri Fort firing into the sea......"

"Hai...... With my samurai dignity, I will absolutely defeat the enemy in an hour...... The warriors of the Shimazu family rushed with me..."Kayama Kurigen raised his arms and set off with the samurai dividing his troops.

"Brethren of the new regiment...... Can you kill again?" Xiang Ying's question was not answered at all, the air was full of bullets, the sound of pulling the trigger, and the murderous aura of the battle suddenly rose.

"Funny enough, you're ruthless enough... Now that we have the absolute advantage in Naha City, our allies can win without our help...... Now the greatest threat on the sea is the French warships, let's go to Qixing Mountain, kill them and protect the last two batteries......"

"Turn up the cannon and blow up the enemy at sea...... Rush..."Xiang Ying shouted and picked up Spencer and rushed out, and behind him was a new mass of the last essence.

When the defenders of the Kitayama defense line appeared in the mountain pass, the sword drawers of Shuri Castle were the first to spot them, and Shimazu Dairo looked at the familiar figure in the distance with tears in his eyes.

"Look...... It's the defenders of Kitayama and the samurai of the Shimazu family...... Amaterasu, what the hell is going on? Why did they join forces? What the hell happened to Kunitou......"

King Shangtai, Fan Yao, Cai Mao and countless officials looked at the north, and the shouts of killing came, looking at a dark cloud of armor and black light, everyone shouted feverishly.

"Reinforcements from the Shimazu family, how can the Shimazu family have reinforcements?"

Fan Yao burst into tears, and at this time there was no need for him to keep it a secret, "Your Majesty, this is the prime minister's secret hand, this is the last layout of my son-in-law's life... The torture hall has long had a branch in Japan, and Ryoma Sakamoto is the general director......"

"Woooooooooo......oo My good aunt, you saved our lives until you died, you opened your eyes in the heavenly heroic spirit, your plan has finally succeeded, your layout in Japan has finally paid off, and the Shimazu family has taken refuge......"

"But you can't see anymore, my son......" The old shopkeeper looked black in front of him, and the whole person was soft on the battlement.

"The Imperial Doctor... Damn, where is the imperial doctor's death? Save the old shopkeeper ......."

While there was a stir on the walls, Molière, who was in a fever, suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted at the hundred French soldiers who were on guard under the walls.

"Retreat... Immediately go back to the sea and let General Bruce retreat...... Leave me alone, let the fleet go home, and let His Majesty the Emperor avenge me......"

Just as he shouted, the female knife drawer Xue Ying kicked him back into the city wall, "Damn bastard, do you still want to command your army?

The more than 100 French troops under the walls were the most awkward in the whole battle, and they did not fire a single shot since they 'protected' Molière to Shuri, as if the god of war had forgotten them.

However, the rest period of more than 100 soldiers is now officially over, and Molière has just finished shouting that countless Shimazu samurai have flashed from the mountain road on the east side of Shuri Castle.

"Duck give...... Shoot..."Bang Bang Bang...... A dense burst of muskets rang out, and the French formation was struck by lightning, and more than a dozen corpses fell to the ground.

Molière on the city wall was completely insane, rolling all over the ground to avoid Yukizakura's punches and kicks, while leaning his neck and roaring "Retreat...... That's an order...... This is the command ......"

"I'll fuck you, the ghost screams a fart...", and Xue Ying's molars loosened after Molière went down with one mouth.

Only now did the French army under the city walls know that the general trend is gone, and they do not dare to slack off and turn around and run, thinking about the direction of the harbor.

Under Shuri Castle, the Shimazu samurai grazed the castle walls like a torrent, and the target was the Shuri Castle Fort not far away. Standing under the city wall, Huashan Liyuan looked up at the long-lost King Shangtai, and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty is well... I haven't seen you for a long time, please forgive me for not being able to pay my respects...... Please rest assured, respect the leader of the student soldiers, Xiang Ying's military order, and the samurai of the Shimazu family will go to defend the Shuri Fort for His Majesty..."

After speaking, he bowed again, then turned his head and ran, followed by a group of Japanese soldiers in iron armor.

King Shangtai on the city wall burst into tears, "Prime Minister... Father Shang... Don't go far, look at your career, we did it, we really did it..."

"No one dies, and what you point out will be held by us...... Look at it, even our feud Shimazu family is succumbing to your spirit...... I beg you to come back and take another look at the sea of the Ryukyus, and then look at the world of East Asia......"

King Shang Tai fell to his knees on the city wall, clutching the original suicide note tightly in his hand, and a choked sound came out of his throat.

Although the artillery fire on the sea is still fierce, no one will question the final arrival of victory, even if the blood stains Naha Bay, even if there is not one in ten Ryukyu soldiers and civilians, the final victory of this war still belongs to Ryukyu.

General Bruce on the sea is already stupid, this chaotic battle has a huge headache for him, the remaining eight battleships have to support the scattered army forces in the city, they can no longer form a standard firing array, all the battleships are fighting on their own, and the sea is chaotic from a distance.

"General...... Look at the Gaul...... The Chinese ran away......" Just as Bruce was having a headache, a sailor reported to him.

At the northernmost end of the battle formation was the cruiser Gaul, and at this time a sampan had fallen on the surface of the sea and was rowing westward, aiming at the British clippers who were watching the battle from afar, the same ship that had brought Gong Cheng to Naha.

"Damn the old Chinese liar, he doesn't want to be responsible, God will curse you......" General Bruce scolded in his heart, no wonder the old liar didn't go on the Glory with me, it turned out that he had long wanted to escape.

Scolding and scolding, Bruce also had deep worries in his heart, now that the situation has reached the point where even Gong Cheng is not optimistic, is this expedition really going to fail?

"Damn Molière, why did you let this group of Chinese go to captivity? how did you make me withdraw my troops, how did you make me account for Paris...... Why did God punish me like this..."

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