Beacon Fire Blazes Across Yaoguang Shoal · The Demon Shadow of the Eastern Realm
The azure firmament of Liyue has long been the dancing ground of seagulls and auspicious clouds, while the shallow waters of Yaoguang Shoal have always mirrored only fishing lanterns and starlight. Yet on this fateful day, the sky is rent by eerie thick smoke, and the sea torn asunder by ploughs of steel. More than one hundred and thirty massive warships, clad entirely in somber iron armor, loom like demonic isles risen from the abyss. Propelled by an uncanny power unbound by sails—one never witnessed by the people of Liyue—they belch plumes of black smoke and surge across the waves. Their bows are reinforced with stout ramming spurs, and within the gun slits lining their hulls glints the menacing flash of gunpowder. This is the ironclad fleet of Oda Nobunaga, come from the distant Eastern Realm.
On the bridge of the flagship stands Oda Nobunaga, donning Nanban armor and draped in a black battle surcoat embroidered with golden patterns. Leaning against the rail, his gaze sharp as the edge of his treasured sword Kirisaki, sweeps coldly over the silvery-white sands of Yaoguang Shoal and the faint silhouette of Liyue Harbor beyond. The sea wind, thick with salt and gunpowder, stirs his unruly sideburns. A nearly cruel smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Foreign gods and boundless gold… all shall tremble beneath my banner of Tenka Fubu."
His low murmur carries the latent fury of a thunderstorm.
On Liyue’s side, a fleet of seventy vessels—led by a detached squadron of the Crux, supplemented by temporarily requisitioned merchant ships and escort craft—stands ready for battle. With Beidou, the Crux’s captain, absent on other affairs, command falls to several seasoned shipmasters. Liyue’s warships are light and nimble, her sailors masters of sail and rudder. Many tower ships are even fitted with modified Guizhong Ballistae. Bound by resolve to defend their homeland, they shoot forth like loosened arrows, charging headlong into the steel jungle of the enemy fleet.
"Fire!"
The commander of the ironclad fleet—whether Shibata Katsuie or Takigawa Kazumasu—barks a cold order. In an instant, thunderous cannon fire shatters the calm sea and sky. Black iron cannonballs streak across the air on a path of death, crashing relentlessly into Liyue’s wooden fleet. Liyue’s ballistae retaliate fiercely; arrows imbued with elemental power—enchanted with Electro or Pyro—dart like falling stars toward the ironclads. Yet they burst into brilliant sparks against the thick steel plating, leaving charred scars but failing to land fatal piercing blows.
To the horror of Liyue’s sailors, the ironclads utterly negate their tried-and-true tactics of ramming and boarding. When Liyue’s swift skiffs draw near to grapple and climb aboard, countless firing ports suddenly gape open along the ironclads’ hulls. Ashigaru arquebusiers line up in ranks, unleashing volleys of gunfire in relentless succession. Smoke billows thick, leaden bullets pouring down like a rainstorm. Liyue warriors attempting to board are cut down like ripe grain, plunging one after another into the frigid sea, staining the blue waves a haunting crimson.
One Liyue tower ship attempts to target the enemy flagship directly with its colossal fore-mounted Guizhong Ballista, only to be engulfed by crossfire from two ironclads in an instant. Splinters fly, masts snap, and the vessel soon sinks into the ocean alongside its undaunted crew. The naval battle devolves into a one-sided slaughter. Against an insurmountable technological gap and an impenetrable wall of steel, the courage and seafaring skill of Liyue’s sailors become nothing but tragic futility. In less than half a day, seventy Liyue ships are sunk or ablaze, wreckage littering the offshore waters of Yaoguang Shoal. Only a handful of vessels, relying on their agility and intimate knowledge of hidden reefs, narrowly escape the battlefield, bearing grim tidings back to Liyue Harbor.
By afternoon, blazing sunlight bathes the sea steeped in gunpowder and blood. Oda’s ironclads glide unimpeded toward the shore, lowering countless small landing boats. Enormous Atakebune warships even beach directly, deploying gangplanks. Samurai of the Eastern Realm surge ashore like an endless black tide onto Yaoguang Shoal. Ashigaru march forward bearing battle standards emblazoned with the Oda clan’s five-petal quince crest and wielding long spears, while arquebus formations lock into vigilant ranks. Samurai generals clad in ornate full armor stride onto this fabled land of wealth and prosperity, brimming with pride and triumph.
The landing unfolds with improbable ease. Before long, a massive military camp rises at astonishing speed, anchored at Yaoguang Shoal. Banners flutter in the wind, war horns echoing ceaselessly. An army of over eight hundred thousand (Note: This is artistic exaggeration; actual large-scale mobilization during the Sengoku period was far smaller) advances like an unstemmed black flood along the road to Liyue Harbor. Impeccably drilled and disciplined, they crush all sporadic resistance and Milleliri outposts in their path as effortlessly as breaking an arm against a chariot. Smoke signals rise from villages, commoners flee in panic, and for the first time, the stench of war hangs heavy over the land of Liyue.
Days later, the army’s advance reaches Guili Plains. This vast expanse of flat land was once the cradle of prosperity forged jointly by Guizhong, Lord of Dust, and Morax, the Geo Archon—now it plays host to uninvited conquerors. Oda Nobunaga sets up his main camp on a high slope, overlooking this fertile land steeped in ancient history.
It is here that another formidable force arrives as promised. On the horizon, dust billows high; legions bearing countless banners inscribed with Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain advance like marching mountains, their formation rigid and footsteps heavy. Crimson armor glows like burning flames beneath the setting sun. At their head sits the Tiger of Kai—Takeda Shingen—perched atop his camp stool, clad in scarlet-laced grand armor, his presence as immovable as a mountain.
Nobunaga rides out of camp in person to greet him. The two overlords of a turbulent era meet upon the open fields of Guili Plains.
"Lord Shingen, you have come right on schedule. A man of your word indeed," Nobunaga declares with a loud laugh, yet his eyes glint with scrutiny and ambition.
"Lord Nobunaga’s might is unmatched—vanquishing foes at sea in a single day, then marching unimpeded to this strategic stronghold in mere days. Truly a thunderous advance," Takeda Shingen replies in a steady tone. His gaze sweeps over Oda’s sprawling camp and finely forged armaments, his deep eyes betraying neither joy nor anger. "Now Liyue Harbor lies within reach. What is your next move?"
Nobunaga waves a hand toward the south, where Liyue Harbor lies, his tone resolute and unyielding:
"March straight for the heart! Let my thunder strike alongside your mountain resolve, and crush all who stand in our way. Let Liyue’s mountains of gold become the cornerstone of our conquests. Let the gods of this realm witness the true power of mortals!"
Two colossal military forces converge upon this ancient plain: Oda’s army, swift and cunning; Takeda’s host, steadfast and unbreakable. Camps of the black-clad Oda forces and crimson Takeda legions stretch connected for dozens of li, banners blotting out the sky, spears and blades standing dense as a forest. The shadow of war looms heavier than ever, descending upon Liyue Harbor—the city famed across the world for contracts and commerce. The tranquility of Guili Plains is shattered forever, leaving only the neigh of warhorses, the clank of armor, and the prelude to a Sengoku storm poised to engulf all in its path.
烽火燃遍瑶光滩·东瀛的魔魇
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璃月的碧空，自古便是海鸥与祥云的舞场，瑶光滩的浅水，历来只映照渔火与星辉。然而这一日，天际被异样的浓烟所切割，海面被钢铁的犁铧所撕裂。一百三十余艘通体覆以暗沉铁甲的巨舰，如同自深渊浮起的魔岛，以一种璃月人从未见过的、不依赖风帆的诡异动力，喷吐着黑烟，破浪而来。它们船首包覆着坚硬的撞角，侧舩开设的炮窗内，闪烁着火药的凶光。这便是来自遥远东瀛的、织田信长的铁甲船队。
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旗舰的舰桥上，身着南蛮具足，身披黑底金纹阵羽织的织田信长正凭栏远望。他的目光，如同他佩刀“压切”的锋刃，冷冽地划过瑶光滩那洁白如银的沙岸，以及更远处璃月港隐约的轮廓。海风带着咸腥与硝烟的气息，吹动他桀骜不驯的鬓发。他的嘴角，勾勒出一丝近乎残忍的弧度。“异邦的神明与黄金……都将在我‘天下布武’的旗帜下颤抖。”他低语的声音，仿佛蕴含着雷暴的力量。
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璃月方面，由“南十字”船队分遣舰队为主，临时征调各路商船、护卫舰组成的七十艘船队，在总教头北斗因他务未归的情况下，由几位经验丰富的船长指挥，毅然迎敌。璃月的战船轻捷灵巧，水手们操帆驾船的技术出神入化，更不乏装备了归终机改良版弩炮的楼船。他们怀着守护家园的决绝，如离弦之箭，冲向那一片钢铁丛林。
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“射击！”铁甲船队的指挥官，或许是柴田胜家，或许是泷川一益，发出了冷酷的命令。刹那间，雷鸣般的炮火撕裂了海空的宁静。黑色的铁弹丸拖着死亡的轨迹，呼啸着砸向璃月的木制船队。璃月船队的弩炮也奋力还击，闪烁着元素力的箭矢（或许是附魔了雷或火的箭矢）如流星般射向铁甲船，却在厚重的铁板上爆开一团团耀眼的火花，留下焦黑的痕迹，却难以造成致命的贯穿伤。
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更令璃月水手惊骇的是，铁甲船根本无视他们惯用的冲撞、接舷战术。当璃月的快船试图贴近，以钩索攀登时，铁甲船侧舩突然打开无数射击孔，铁炮足轻（火绳枪兵）排成数列，进行着轮番齐射。硝烟弥漫，铅弹如暴雨般倾泻，试图登船的璃月勇士如同被收割的稻谷，纷纷坠入冰冷的海水，将碧波染成凄艳的赤红。
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一艘璃月楼船试图以船首的巨型归终机直射对方旗舰，却被两艘铁甲船交叉火力瞬间覆盖，木屑纷飞，桅杆折断，很快便带着不屈的船员沉入海底。海战几乎是一面倒的屠杀。璃月水手的勇气与操船技巧，在绝对的技术代差与钢铁壁垒面前，显得悲壮而无力。不到半日，七十艘璃月船队或沉或燃，残骸遍布瑶光滩外海，仅有少数船只凭借灵活性与对暗礁的熟悉，侥幸脱离战场，带着噩耗驶回璃月港。
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午后，炽热的阳光照耀着弥漫硝烟与血腥气的海面。织田军的铁甲船开始毫无阻碍地靠岸，放下无数小艇，更有体型庞大的安宅船直接冲滩，放下跳板。黑潮般的东瀛武士开始登陆瑶光滩。足轻们扛着印有织田家“五木瓜”纹的指物，扛着长枪，铁炮队警惕地结成阵型。身着华丽大铠的武士将领们，则意气风发地踏上了这片传说中富庶流金的土地。
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登陆过程顺利得超乎想象。很快，以瑶光滩为基点，一座庞大的军营以惊人的速度建立起来。旌旗招展，号角连绵。超过八十万（注：此数字为艺术夸张，实际战国时代大规模动员兵力远低于此）的织田军，如同漫过堤坝的黑色潮水，沿着通往璃月港的道路，滚滚向前。他们军容鼎盛，纪律严明，沿途所遇的零星抵抗和千岩军哨站，皆如螳臂当车，被这股钢铁洪流瞬间碾碎。村庄升起狼烟，百姓仓皇奔逃，战火的气息第一次如此浓烈地笼罩在璃月的土地上。
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数日后，大军兵锋直抵归离原。这片广袤的平原，曾是尘之魔神归终与岩王帝君共同缔造繁荣的故地，如今却迎来了不速之客。织田信长的大营设立在一处高坡，俯瞰着这片丰饶而充满历史底蕴的土地。
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也正是在这里，另一股强大的力量如期而至。地平线上，烟尘滚滚，无数面印着“风林火山”军旗的军队，如同移动的山岳，缓缓开来。军队阵型严谨，步伐沉重，红色的铠甲在夕阳下如同燃烧的火焰。为首的，正是甲斐之虎——武田信玄。他端坐于马扎之上，身着赤丝威大铠，威严如山。
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信长亲自出营迎接。两位乱世枭雄在归离原的旷野上相会。
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“信玄公，如期而至，真乃信人也。”信长朗声笑道，眼神中却闪烁着审视与野心。
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“信长公兵锋之利，一日破敌于海上，数日即抵此要冲，才是真正的雷霆之势。”武田信玄声音沉稳，目光扫过织田军庞大的营盘和精良的装备，深邃的眼眸中看不出喜怒，“如此，璃月港已近在咫尺。下一步，当如何？”
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信长挥手，指向南方璃月港的方向，语气斩钉截铁：“自是直取核心！以我雷霆，合公之山岳，碾碎一切阻碍。让璃月的黄金，成为我等霸业的基石！让此界神明，见识凡人之力！”
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两股庞大的军势，织田的迅疾与诡变，武田的厚重与坚韧，在这片古老的平原上完成了历史性的会师。黑色的织田军与赤色的武田军，营寨相连，绵延数十里，旌旗蔽日，刀枪如林。战争的阴云，前所未有的浓重，沉沉地压向了那座以契约与商业闻名于世的港口之城——璃月。归离原的宁静被彻底打破，空气中只剩下战马的嘶鸣、铁甲的碰撞，以及那即将席卷一切的、名为“战国”的风暴前奏。
This chapter is based on real historical events. During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, in an attempt to cut off China’s maritime supply lines, the Japanese Navy dispatched fleets to seize all coastal waters and sea areas of Guangdong, Fujian, Shandong, Hainan, Shanghai and Jiangsu. This left the Chinese military facing severe difficulties in logistical support and material resupply.
此章节有历史原型，抗日战争时期日军为了切断中国海上补给线。派出舰队占领了中国的广东，福建，山东，海南，上海和江苏的所有海域。这使中国军队在补给问题遇到了很大困难。
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