C692 Defeat, Gao Shanjinzuos death! (1/2)

It was very difficult to improve the morale of the troops on the battlefield. It required harsh training, iron discipline, the same motivation as the commander's artist, plus glory and the rewards after victory, the morale of the troops would be boosted for multiple reasons.

However, the collapse of the morale was only a matter of seconds. The moment the first deserter appeared in the army, the number of deserters would immediately skyrocket.

The reason was simple. Humans' desire to survive was a biological instinct, and survival came from the nature of animals. Victory, glory, and the spirit of warriors were all nurtured social consciousness.

You'll run, but I won't run? Do you think we're stupid! We were raised by our parents, why should we die for nothing?

At this moment, the instincts of a human's survival overcame everything. The Southwest Allied Army had completely collapsed.

There were many fleeing soldiers on the ground. Although some of the warriors were still holding on to their formation, Musketeers and Qian Qian were not warriors.

When the warriors had cut down dozens of the deserters, the rest of the soldiers attacked in groups. ”The prince has fled, so why can't we?” We are working for the Sky Emperor, but the commander of the Sky Emperor has already ran away, so why are we foolishly going to die? ”

”Honor? Have you forgotten what honor is?” The hysterical warrior cut down another deserter, spraying blood across his face.

”You are a warrior, we are not, we are just soldiers, we want to live!” As he spoke, one of the soldiers stabbed his spear into the warrior's waist, causing him to scream in pain.

Resistance was similar to a virus. The moment there was one, there would be another. Soon, the warriors who were supervising the battle could no longer hold off the tide of people. Soon, they disappeared into the sea.

”Fire Suppression...” Stick to them... Let the fleeing soldiers attack their primary matrix … ” Under the command of the French officers, the new troops of the Tokugawa continued to fight more and more smoothly.

At this point, there was no need to concentrate and fire. Everyone could freely fire, as long as they could maintain the fear of the enemy.

On the Osaka City, Tokugawa Yoshinobu was laughing so hard that he looked like he was about to have a stroke. Wine, a wine for celebration! ”We've finally won, it's really not easy. The Mu Clan's 200 years of martial arts luck is continuing!”

The sake bottles drank through each other's mouths, flowing down to their necks. The slaughter that took place on the plains in front of them was the best wine and food in the world.

The thirty thousand Southwest Allied Army s had already lost over seven thousand members in the last few days of fighting, and now that the Samoan, Tuzuofan, and Fats' ten thousand strong army had become dogs that had lost their lives, the remaining ten thousand people of the Changzhou vassal s could no longer hold back, and victory was already within reach.

The cheers of victory could be heard everywhere in Osaka City. At that moment, no one had given the order for the defending army to launch a counterattack. Everyone had thrown themselves into battle.

Changzhou vassal's army was pushed out of the city alive. When the enemy and I were at their craziest, they were already sticking their faces to each other, facing each other face to face, and their teeth and nails had already become weapons to attack.

At this time, Shan Xianyoupeng was also at a loss of what to do. The current him did not have the elegance of a later generation notable general. If it was the real history of the war, the Japanese Prime Minister who had fought in the Russo-Japanese War, and the warlord leader who had come here, he would have immediately chosen to conserve his strength.

Don't underestimate the Changzhou vassal right now, but their enemies were the defending troops of the Osaka City. In other words, their opponents were quite strong.

If it was a mature and shrewd politician, he would have retreated and conserved his power if he knew he could not win. However, once he left the battlefield, the other three vassals would have lost their formations, and the only person who could control the situation would be him, Shan Xianyoupeng.

This was the same joke that Xiao Letian had heard from his previous life. Four of his friends met a bear in the mountains, while the other three were trying to escape, while the fourth was trying to tie his shoelaces.

”I don't hope to outrun a bear. I just want to run past you guys …” It was a funny joke, but the ruthlessness in it was the motto politicians had to learn.

Sometimes, when a huge failure comes, many losers choose not to share the same boat with each other, but to stab each other in the back instead.

This is not to say that they are stupid. On the contrary, this is a very clever political tactic. Although we lost as a group, I cannot lose. It sounds a bit contradictory, but you can understand it from a different perspective.

Since we can't defeat the enemy even if all of us gather together, then I might as well maintain my strength in the war and stab my own people twice. That way, even though I lost to the enemy, I would still win against my comrades.

Then, during the period of recovery from the armistice, as a winner who had saved most of his strength, shouldn't I be sharing the biggest benefit? Look, even though I lost to the enemy, I can still take my losses from my comrades.

The most obvious example was the War of Resistance. The Kuomintang had numerous factions, and continuously defeated the Japanese. However, the internal strife and strife did not stop until the end of the second world war.