When the Red Vanguard Meets Immortal Arrows
Two thousand elite warriors of Takeda Shingen’s Red Vanguard marched upon Wangshu Inn, only to be met by eight hundred Liyue defenders loosing a downpour of arrows from the high ground.
With the inn’s gates on the verge of being breached, the defenders made a resolute choice: they demolished the only stone bridge connecting to the inn. In an instant, sixteen hundred Kai provincial elite soldiers plummeted into the bottomless abyss.
As smoke and gunpowder filled the air, immortal clouds suddenly billowed over the horizon—sixty thousand Liyue reinforcements descended like heavenly warriors!
The youthful immortal Xiao wielded his green spear with lightning speed, cutting down enemy generals amid the massive army. Gazing upon his shattered grand ambitions, Takeda Shingen reluctantly issued the order to retreat…
A crimson tide rolled across the blue-green meadows of Guili Plains.
Twenty thousand Kai Red Vanguard soldiers under Takeda Shingen advanced in grim silence. The thunder of hooves was replaced by a dull, heavy thud that trampled both the earth and the hearts of men. The glint of blades and spears pierced the wilderness mist; their formation stood rigid and disciplined, a precise, cold war machine. Banners emblazoned with Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain flapped fiercely in the wind. Beneath them sat Takeda Shingen himself on a camp stool—tall and imposing, clad in heavy armor, his gaze fixed calmly on the towering structure rising seemingly from solid rock: Wangshu Inn.
Perched alone on a steep cliff face, the inn overlooked a bottomless secluded valley. Its only access was a narrow stone arch bridge spanning the canyon, so slender it seemed liable to be swept away by the wind. To Shingen, this was no mere inn—it was a peculiar fortress, a nail driven into Liyue’s gateway. Pluck it out, and his army could march straight for the prosperous heart of Liyue Harbor.
On the inn’s top terrace, eight hundred Liyue defenders stood ready. No deafening battle cries rang out, only unshakable stillness like bedrock. Every Millelith soldier gripped their polearms tight, checking their bowstrings over and over. Their armor lacked the vivid luster of the Red Vanguard, yet their eyes were sharp as crystals embedded in stone, rooted firmly to the land they guarded. The leading drill master stood at the forefront, his battle robes billowing in the mountain wind. He stared out at the endless crimson tide below, his face impassive—only a tightly set jaw betrayed unyielding resolve.
Some two thousand vanguards of the Red Vanguard surged onto the bridge like the fiercest waves of the crimson flood. The narrow span allowed only a handful to march side by side, forcing their formation to constrict. Iron boots struck the stone slabs in chilling, uniform rhythm. Raised shields formed a moving bulwark, creeping steadily toward the inn’s gates.
The distance shrank with every passing moment. The ferocious demon masks emblazoned on enemy shields were now clearly visible.
The instant the Red Vanguard vanguard crossed the bridge’s midpoint, most of their troops trapped upon the suspended deadly passage—the drill master on the inn terrace slashed his arm downward in a sharp command.
“Loose arrows!”
A bark cut through the heavy silence.
The next moment came no scattered volley, but a devastating storm of steel! Holding the absolute high ground, Liyue archers needed no forceful lobbing—only level, downward aimed shots. Arrows tore through the air with shrill wails, swooping like predatory falcons to strike the enemy on the bridge. Sharp arrowheads pierced leather armor effortlessly, slipping even through the gaps of iron plate.
Shields blocked some direct strikes, but arrows raining from a higher angle found unprotected scalps, necks and shoulders as if guided by eyes.
Screams erupted across the bridge, drowning out the steady march of moments before. Soldiers fell riddled with arrows, or toppled over the railings into the mist-shrouded abyss below—no echo rose from the depths. The Red Vanguard’s charge faltered, their formation descending into chaos. Still, the indomitable courage of Kai’s samurai sustained them. Amid officers’ hoarse roars, surviving warriors trampled their fallen comrades, pressing stubbornly forward and attempting to return fire. Yet their uphill countershots were futile against Liyue’s dense arrow barrage; stray arrows buried themselves uselessly in the inn’s rugged cliff walls.
The battle devolved into brutal attrition. Every step the Red Vanguard advanced cost dozens of lives. Piled corpses all but blocked the bridge, slick blood oozing through stone cracks and dripping into the abyss. Liyue’s supply of arrows seemed endless.
Watching from afar, Takeda Shingen frowned slightly. His general Yokoda Takatsugu rode close and spoke in a low tone: “My lord, this frontal assault costs too many lives. Should we pause…”
Shingen raised a hand to cut him off, his gaze still icy calm. “In a narrow pass, the brave prevail. The Liyue archers will eventually run out of arrows. Send word for the second wave to stand by—once their arrow fire weakens, strike at once and break their defenses in one blow!”
He saw the fatal flaw of Liyue’s defense: mere eight hundred men, no matter how favorable their position, could not hold out forever.
On the inn terrace, the drill master’s arm ached with fatigue, yet he parried a stray arrow with unwavering poise. He glanced around his men—weariness etched on their faces, quivers dwindling visibly. Below, fresh Red Vanguard reinforcements massed at the bridgehead, an endless sea of crimson stretching to the horizon.
He drew a deep breath of smoke-tinged, blood-scented air, turning to a bespectacled alchemist beside him stained with gunpowder and grime. The alchemist nodded firmly, gripping an intricate mechanical trigger. Fuses snaked from the device deep into the rock beneath their feet, all the way to the bridge’s foundational roots.
The time had come.
A flicker of sorrow crossed the drill master’s eyes, quickly hardening into unbreakable will. This bridge was Wangshu Inn’s lifeline to the outside world, a thoroughfare for countless travelers, bearing Liyue’s history and memories. Now it was also the enemy’s shortcut to their homeland.
He spun sharply, addressing every able warrior, his hoarse voice cutting through the battlefield din: “Millelith, heed my order! Destroy the bridge!”
No hesitation, no doubt remained. The surviving Liyue defenders summoned their last strength, unleashing a fiercer arrow barrage to pin the enemy back, buying precious time for the final act.
The alchemist holding the trigger channeled all his strength into his arms and twisted the mechanism hard.
Boom——!!!
A roar louder than thunder burst from deep beneath the earth, like a mountain god’s wrathful cry. The entire cliff shuddered violently. Before the horrified gaze of Takeda Shingen and every Red Vanguard soldier, brilliant orange-red light burst from the stone bridge’s central foundations spanning the canyon. Massive boulders were hurled skyward by raging force, crashing down like rain. Smoke and fire billowed upward into a murky mushroom cloud.
The bridge—alongside over sixteen hundred elite Kai samurai trapped upon it—snapped and shattered in the cataclysmic collapse, plummeting into the dark valley below. Screams were swallowed whole by the deafening crash; the tide of crimson vanished in an instant beneath rising smoke and the hopeless abyss.
For a heartbeat, the world stood still.
The Red Vanguard’s follow-up assault ground to a halt. Every soldier stared dumbfounded at the sudden chasm, at Wangshu Inn now seeming even more distant across the gorge. An unearthly chill crawled up every man’s spine.
Takeda Shingen’s steadfast frame swayed faintly. His knuckles whitened as he gripped his war fan too tightly. Sixteen hundred of his bravest samurai, slain without ever laying a hand on their foe? Such ruthless resolve, such willingness to sacrifice, defied all he had learned from a lifetime of warfare. He stared fixedly at the faint, unyielding figures still standing atop the inn terrace through the smoke, overcome for the first time by heavy, unspoken gravity.
Yet the war was far from over. After the fleeting silence came even greater fury. Devastated by crippling losses and enraged by their foe’s resolve, surviving Red Vanguard commanders—including Yokoda Takatsugu and Saegusa Tomotomo—led frantic searches for alternate paths, deploying grappling hooks and tools to resume their attack. Liyue’s defenders clung to their remaining fortifications, fighting on with their last arrows, boulders and rolling stones in a desperate yet unyielding stand. Every inch of cliff was soaked in blood.
At the critical moment when the Takeda army, wounded and feral, sought to lunge for the kill, and Liyue’s defenders teetered on the brink of collapse—
The eastern sky blazed with unnatural color.
The clear heavens were swept over by flowing golden light and auspicious immortal clouds. Deep, majestic horn blasts echoed across the battlefield, rising faint from the distant horizon before swelling into a tide of sound that filled the whole world.
Takeda Shingen whipped his head around.
His pupils constricted in shock.
As far as the eye could see, a golden tide surged across the entire Guili Plains horizon—not sunlight glinting off armor, but endless ranks of Liyue reinforcements! Millelith soldiers stood arrayed in polished armor, spears forming an endless forest. Grand banners emblazoned with Liyue’s sigils fluttered in the wind. Amid the formations roamed adepti wielding mystical arts, guiding wispy clouds that lent the advancing army the solemn dignity of immortals.
Sixty thousand! No fewer than sixty thousand fresh troops!
They had arrived swift and silent, revealing overwhelming momentum only upon reaching the battlefield. The golden flood rolled across the plains, crashing down with unstoppable pressure upon the Takeda army’s flanks and rear.
At the forefront of this golden tide moved a cyan figure, faster than the eye could follow.
Swift as gale, sharp as lightning.
The moment the horns blared, the cyan streak cut straight into the disorganized Takeda vanguard. Wherever it passed, Red Vanguard samurai were felled as if by invisible blades—men and horses tumbling, none able to halt its advance for a breath.
Yokoda Takatsugu, one of Shingen’s bravest generals, brandished his katana roaring orders to steady the lines. A piercing chill suddenly pricked his side—the primal instinct forged by countless life-or-death battles. He spun sharply, katana raised to block.
Clang!
A shrill clash of steel rang out.
He had blocked it—blocked the tip of an emerald spear wreathed in Anemo energy!
Yet the gap in strength was insurmountable. The spear tip held the raw power to rend mountains. An irresistible force surged down the blade, splitting his tiger’s mouth and sending his katana flying. He never even caught a clear glimpse of his attacker’s face—only cold, emotionless golden eyes and dark green hair fluttering in the wind.
The next instant, the cyan spear pierced his throat like a venomous dragon.
Yokoda Takatsugu fell in battle.
In the same instant nearby, Saegusa Tomotomo witnessed Yokoda’s death, consumed by shock and rage. He nocked an arrow infused with the full strength of his lifelong cultivation, aiming straight for the cyan figure withdrawing its spear.
The arrow never left the bowstring.
As if seeing behind his back, the cyan figure flicked his spear backward without turning.
Whoosh——!
A razor-sharp wind blade shot from the spear tip, flying faster than any arrow.
Saegusa Tomotomo only had time to see a flash of cyan light expanding before his eyes, then darkness claimed his consciousness forever. A thin bloodline split his forehead, piercing straight through his skull.
In the blink of an eye, two famed generals lay slain.
The cyan light dimmed to reveal Xiao. He perched one-footed atop a fallen banner pole, holding his Primordial Jade Winged-Spear angled toward the ground. Crimson blood dripped slowly down its emerald edge. His face remained impassive as he surveyed the enemy ranks thrown into further panic by their generals’ sudden deaths, gazing down upon them as one might watch ants.
It is over.
Only those two words lingered in Takeda Shingen’s heart as he watched the scene unfold.
Yokoda and Saegusa, his most trusted pillars, peerless warriors both—yet they could not withstand a single strike from this youthful immortal. Before him stood the stubborn remnant defenders holding the high ground; to his flanks and rear, sixty thousand fresh Liyue troops closed in for encirclement. Morale was broken, key generals slain, the tactical advantage lost entirely…
He closed his eyes slowly, breathing in the thick stench of smoke and blood. When he opened them again, all turmoil had faded, leaving only profound weariness and helpless resignation.
“Give the order…” His hoarse voice carried clearly to every messenger beside him. “All troops… retreat.”
The mournful retreat horns wailed, a despairing counterpoint to Liyue’s triumphant advance fanfare. The shattered remnants of the Red Vanguard fell back like a receding tide, abandoning banners, weapons and the bodies of their fallen kin across the field.
Takeda Shingen cast one final glance at Wangshu Inn—still standing tall and unbroken, as if never touched by war. He looked up at Liyue’s sky woven with gold and cyan light, then turned his horse and vanished into the retreating crimson flood.
His grand ambitions, his dream of conquering Liyue, shattered and sank into the bottomless abyss that day—just like the fallen stone bridge.
当赤备遇上仙矢
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武田信玄两万赤备军团兵临望舒客栈，却遭八百璃月守军居高临下箭如雨下。
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眼看破门在即，守军竟毅然炸毁联通客栈的唯一石桥，千六百甲州精兵瞬间坠入深渊。
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硝烟弥漫之际，地平线忽然仙云翻涌——六万璃月援军如天兵降临！
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少年仙人魈青枪如电，于万军中取敌将首级，武田信玄遥望崩毁的宏图，黯然下达了撤退的命令……
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赤色的潮水，漫过了归离原苍青的草甸。
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武田信玄麾下的两万甲斐赤备，沉默地向前推进，马蹄并非雷鸣，而是那种沉闷的、践踏在土地与人心上的钝响。刀枪的反光刺破旷野的薄雾，阵列森严，如同一台精密而冷酷的战争机器。风林火山的军旗在风中猎猎作响，旗下，武田信玄本人端坐于马扎之上，他身形魁伟，甲胄沉重，目光平静地注视着前方那座仿佛从巨岩中生长出来的建筑——望舒客栈。
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客栈孤悬于陡峭的山壁之上，下临深不见底的幽谷，唯一的通路，是那道横跨峡谷、纤细得仿佛随时会被风吹走的石质拱桥。在信玄眼中，这并非客栈，而是一座奇特的堡垒，一个镶嵌在璃月门户上的钉子。拔掉它，他的兵锋便可直指璃月港的繁华腹地。
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客栈顶层平台，八百璃月守军已然就位。他们没有震天的呐喊，只有一种磐石般的寂静。每一位千岩军士兵都紧握着手中的长枪，或是将弓弦检查了一遍又一遍。他们的甲胄不如赤备鲜亮，但眼神锐利如岩层中的水晶，牢牢钉在脚下这片土地。为首的教头站在最前，山风鼓荡起他战袍的下摆，他望着下方那无边无际的赤色浪潮，脸上没有任何表情，只有紧抿的唇线透出决绝。
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赤备军的先锋，约两千人，如同赤潮前端最汹涌的浪头，开始涌上那座石桥。桥面狭窄，仅容数人并行，他们的阵列不得不收紧，铁靴踏在石板上，发出整齐划一、令人心悸的铿锵之声。盾牌举起，形成一道移动的壁垒，向着客栈大门稳步逼近。
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距离，在不断缩短。已经能看清对面盾牌上狰狞的鬼面图案。
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就在赤备先锋堪堪越过桥身中段，大部分人马都已踏上这悬空绝径的刹那，客栈平台上的教头猛地挥下了手臂。
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“放箭！”
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一声断喝，撕裂了压抑的寂静。
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下一瞬，并非稀疏的箭雨，而是真正的、毁灭性的金属风暴！站在制高点的璃月弓手们，占据了绝对的地利，他们无需大力抛射，只需居高临下，直瞄射击。箭矢撕裂空气，发出凄厉的尖啸，如同扑食的鹰隼，精准地攫向桥上的敌军。锋利的镞尖轻易地撕开了皮甲，甚至钻入了铁甲片的缝隙。赤备军举起的盾牌挡住了部分直射，但从更高角度落下的箭矢，却如同长了眼睛般钻入他们缺乏防护的头顶与肩颈。
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惨叫声顿时在石桥上炸开，取代了先前整齐的步伐声。不断有士兵中箭倒地，或是直接从桥栏边翻落，坠入下方云雾缭绕的深渊，连一声回响都传不上来。赤备军的冲锋为之一滞，阵型开始混乱。然而，甲斐武士的悍勇支撑着他们，在军官声嘶力竭的吼叫中，后续者踏着同伴的尸体，依旧顽强地向前推进，甚至试图用弓箭还击。但自下而上的仰攻，在璃月军密集的箭幕下，显得如此苍白无力，零星的箭矢大多徒劳地钉在客栈坚固的岩壁上。
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战斗陷入了残酷的消耗。赤备军每前进一步，都要付出数十条生命的代价，尸体层层叠叠，几乎堵塞了桥面，滑腻的鲜血沿着石缝流淌，滴入深渊。而璃月军的箭矢，仿佛无穷无尽。
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武田信玄远远望着，眉头微蹙。他麾下大将横田高松驱马靠近，沉声道：“主公，如此强攻，损失太大。是否暂缓……”
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信玄抬起手，打断了他。他的目光依旧冷静。“狭路相逢，勇者胜。璃月人箭矢终有尽时。传令，第二梯队准备，一旦箭势稍弱，立刻压上，一举突破！”
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他看准的是璃月军兵力有限的死穴。八百人，再如何据险，又能支撑多久？
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客栈平台上，教头的手臂已然酸麻，但他挥刀格开一支流矢的动作依旧稳定。他环顾四周，士兵们脸上已现疲态，箭囊正在以肉眼可见的速度干瘪。而下方，赤备军新的生力军已经开始在桥头集结，那一片赤红，仿佛永远看不到尽头。
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他深吸了一口带着浓重血腥味的空气，目光投向身边一位身上沾染着硝烟与机油痕迹的方士。那方士重重点了点头，手中紧握着一个结构复杂的机关枢纽，枢纽另一端，引线深深埋入他们脚下的岩体，一直延伸到那座石桥的桥基深处。
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是时候了。
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教头眼中闪过一丝痛楚，旋即被钢铁般的意志覆盖。这座桥，是望舒客栈与外界联通的血脉，是无数商旅往来的通道，承载着璃月的历史与记忆。但此刻，它更是敌人通往他们家园的捷径。
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他猛地转身，面向所有还能战斗的士兵，声音嘶哑却穿透了战场所有的喧嚣：“千岩军，听令！断桥！”
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没有犹豫，没有质疑。残存的璃月守军爆发出最后的力量，用更猛烈的箭矢压制试图冲近的敌人，为那最后的仪式争取时间。
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手持枢纽的方士，将全身力气灌注于手臂，猛地旋动了机关！
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轰隆——！！！
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一声远超雷鸣的巨响，仿佛山神愤怒的咆哮，从地底深处猛烈爆发。整个山崖都为之剧烈震颤。在武田信玄以及所有赤备军士兵惊骇的目光注视下，那座连接峡谷两岸的宏伟石桥，从中部桥基开始，迸射出无数道刺目的橘红色光芒！巨大的石块被狂暴的力量抛向空中，然后如同雨点般砸落，烟尘混合着火光冲天而起，形成一朵浑浊的蘑菇云。
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石桥，连同桥上拥挤着的超过一千六百名甲斐精锐，在惊天动地的崩塌声中，断裂、解体，向着幽深的谷底坠落。惨叫声被巨大的轰鸣彻底吞没，那一片赤色，瞬间被腾起的烟尘与绝望的深渊所抹去。
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世界，仿佛在这一刻静止了。
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赤备军后续的攻势戛然而止，所有士兵目瞪口呆地望着那突然出现的巨大断裂带，望着对岸仿佛变得更加遥远的望舒客栈。一种前所未有的寒意，顺着脊椎爬上了每个人的心头。
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武田信玄一直稳如磐石的身躯，微微晃动了一下。他握着军配团扇的手指，因为过度用力而指节发白。一千六百最勇猛的武士，甚至连敌人的衣角都没碰到，就葬身谷底？这种决绝，这种牺牲，完全超出了他毕生征战所积累的认知。他死死盯着对岸客栈平台上那些影影绰绰、在烟尘中依旧挺立的身影，第一次感到了一种难以言喻的凝重。
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然而，战争尚未结束。短暂的死寂之后，是更深的疯狂。残余的赤备军被这惨重的损失和对方的决绝彻底激怒，幸存的将领，包括横田高松与三枝守友，红着眼睛，指挥部队寻找其他可能的路径，或是利用钩锁等工具，试图继续进攻。客栈的璃月守军，则依托着残存的工事，用最后的箭矢、滚木礌石，进行着近乎徒劳却又无比顽强的抵抗。每一寸岩壁，都浸透了鲜血。
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就在武田军如同受伤的野兽，不顾一切也要撕开猎物喉咙，而璃月守军摇摇欲坠，防线即将崩溃的千钧一发之际——
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东方的天际，变了颜色。
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原本澄澈的天空，仿佛被无形的巨笔渲染，泛起了流金与祥云般的瑰丽光华。低沉而威严的号角声，穿透了战场的厮杀与哀嚎，从遥远的地平线传来，初时细微，旋即变得宏大，如同潮汐涌动，越来越近，最终响彻整个天地。
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武田信玄霍然转头。
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他的瞳孔，骤然收缩。
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目力所及之处，整个归离原的地平线上，掀起了金色的浪潮！那不是阳光的反射，而是无数排列着整齐阵列的璃月援军！千岩军士盔甲鲜明，长枪如林，巨大的旌旗在风中招展，上面绣着璃月的徽记。阵列之间，更有许多身负异术的方士，引导着淡淡的云雾，使得大军行进间，带着一股仙家特有的肃穆与威严。
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六万！绝对是超过六万的生力军！
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他们来得如此迅捷，如此无声无息，直到兵临战场，才展现出雷霆万钧之势。金色的潮水漫过原野，以一种无可阻挡的压迫感，向着武田军已然混乱的侧翼和后阵席卷而来。
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在这金色浪潮的最前方，一道青色的身影，快得超越了视觉的捕捉。
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如同疾风，如同闪电。
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几乎是号角声响起的瞬间，那道青光便已切入混乱的武田军前阵。所过之处，赤备武士如同被无形的利刃切开，人仰马翻，竟无一人能阻其片刻！
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武田信玄麾下的勇将横田高松，正挥舞太刀，厉声呵斥部队稳住阵脚。忽然，他感到一股刺骨的寒意自身侧袭来，那是无数次生死搏杀练就的本能。他猛地扭身，太刀横格！
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铛！
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一声刺耳的金铁交鸣！
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他格住了！格住了一柄缠绕着风元素力、通体青碧的长枪枪尖！
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然而，力量差距太大了。那枪尖上蕴含的，是仿佛能撕碎山岳的狂暴力量。横田高松只觉一股无可抵御的巨力沿着刀身传来，虎口瞬间崩裂，太刀脱手飞出。他甚至没能看清来袭者的面容，只瞥见一双冰冷得毫无感情的金色瞳孔，以及那随风扬起的墨绿发梢。
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下一瞬，青色的枪芒如同毒龙般钻入，洞穿了他的喉嚨。
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横田高松，殒命！
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几乎在同一时间，不远处的三枝守友看到了横田高松坠马的一幕，惊怒交加，他张弓搭箭，箭头上凝聚着他毕生修炼的气劲，瞄准了那道刚刚抽出长枪的青色身影。
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箭未离弦。
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那道青色身影仿佛背后生眼，甚至没有回头，只是反手一挥长枪。
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“嗖——！”
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一道凌厉无匹的风刃，脱离枪尖，以超越箭矢的速度，破空而至！
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三枝守友只来得及看到一抹青色的光在眼前急速放大，随即意识便陷入了永恒的黑暗。他的额头正中，多了一道细长的血线，贯穿头颅。
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电光火石之间，两员大将，阵亡！
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青光稍敛，显露出魈的身影。他单足立于一处倾倒的军旗顶端，手持和璞鸢，枪尖斜指地面，殷红的血珠正顺着青翠的枪刃滑落。他面无表情，扫视着下方因主将瞬间毙命而陷入更大恐慌的敌军，如同俯视蝼蚁。
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完了。
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武田信玄远远看着这一幕，心中只剩下这两个字。
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横田、三枝，是他倚重的臂膀，勇冠三军，却在那少年模样的仙人手下，走不过一合。前有残军据险顽抗，侧翼与后方有六万养精蓄锐的璃月主力合围，军心已溃，大将已失，地利尽丧……
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他缓缓闭上了眼睛，深吸了一口带着浓重硝烟与血腥味的空气，再睁开时，里面所有的波澜都已平复，只剩下深沉的疲惫与无奈。
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“传令……”他的声音沙哑，却清晰地传入身边每一个传令兵的耳中，“全军……撤退。”
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撤退的号角，凄厉地响起，与璃月军进攻的雄壮号角形成了绝望的对比。赤备军残部，如同退潮般，仓皇地向后撤去，丢下了满地的旗帜、兵器和同伴的尸体。
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武田信玄最后望了一眼那座依旧巍然屹立、仿佛从未被攻破的望舒客栈，望了一眼那片金色与青色交织的、属于璃月的天空，调转马头，融入了败退的赤色洪流之中。
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他的宏图，他进军璃月的野望，如同那座崩塌的石桥，在这一天，彻底断裂，沉入了无底的深渊。
This chapter is based on a real historical event: the Battle of Shanghai that broke out on August 13, 1937. After occupying most of Shanghai, the Japanese army attempted to seize the Sihang Warehouse, which was held by more than 400 Chinese defenders, but they met fierce resistance from the garrison troops.
In the end, the Chinese troops withdrew from the warehouse into the foreign concessions of Shanghai.
The Chinese defenders suffered only 9 deaths, while killing over 400 Japanese soldiers.
此章节是有历史原型的，1937年8月13日淞沪（上海）会战，侵占大半个上海的日军试图拿下有四百多中国守军的四行仓库，却遭到守军的抵抗。最终，中国军队从仓库撤退到上海外国租界。中国军队以9个人的死亡，杀死四百多名日军。
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