The Battle of Nadachi Beach
The rumble of cannon fire echoed over Nadachi Beach, the sea breeze carrying the stench of gunpowder and blood, sweeping across the shore stained crimson. The resistance's battle flag, emblazoned with the Electro Mon, still defiantly flew above the broken fortress, torn and blackened by smoke. The battle had settled into an excruciating stalemate; every inch of ground cost hundreds of lives.
It was amidst this flesh-grinding meat grinder that all of Inazuma's attention was focused, when a vastly different army surged like a dark tide, silently stirring in the seas far from the main front.
Seven specially modified fast ships, their hulls wrapped in dark velvet to muffle the crash of waves, and sails dyed a stealthy gray-blue, deftly exploited the shadows of the islands and the mist of the sea, approaching the now lightly defended island of Yashiori from the northwest without a sound.
On the lead ship, Ii Naomasa stood with his hand on his sword. Clad head to toe in his famous crimson armor, the plates glinted with a dark, blood-like luster in the dim light. His "Red Oni" helmet, shaped like a fearsome demon, completely concealed his face, leaving only two calm, almost cold eyes staring at the island silhouette gradually taking shape ahead. The sea breeze stirred the bright crimson bear hair tassel on his helmet, yet there was not a single ripple, as if even the wind feared the sharpest blade of the Tokugawa's "Red Division."
"Confirmed?" Ii's voice, muffled through the helmet, carried a metallic hum.
"Ai!" His vice commander, Kondo, also in crimson armor, bowed in response, his voice suppressed with excitement. "The Battle of Nadachi rages fiercely. The Yashiori garrison dispatched two waves of reinforcements three days ago; now there are fewer than two hundred defenders left, mostly elderly and weak. The energy reaction of the factory district's defense barrier has dropped to a minimum, and patrol intervals have doubled."
Ii nodded slowly. The shogun's calculation was flawless. That "Cuckoo Waiting for the Day" had finally waited for his moment—to soar like a bird silent until its grand debut. And his Red Division would be the beak that pecked through the enemy's throat.
"Signal. All units execute Plan 'Kai' (Jia). Board silently. Primary objective: destroy all military facilities, especially the 'Tamahague' Refinery and the 'Kamui Island Cannon' Assembly Workshop. Resist? Kill without mercy. Ignore civilians. Move fast like wildfire across the plains, leave no stone unturned!"
The orders were passed down low and quickly. The seven hundred Red Division cavalry, now acting as elite infantry, checked their equipment—blackened scabbards, bows strung with special wax, every plate secured with cloth to prevent clanging. Their eyes held no war fever, only absolute obedience and a cold hunger for victory.
Night, like a huge bolt of black velvet, slowly descended over the seas around Kannazuka Island. Yashiori sank into silence, with only a few scattered lights dotting the outline of the factory district like the half-closed eyes of a sleeping beast. The distant roar of cannon fire here sounded like a dull thud, adding to the eerie stillness.
The Red Division's ships ghosted up beside the sheer cliffs on the northwest side of the island, a place where the reefs were jagged and the waves roared, the most lightly defended point. Ropes with iron hooks were silently thrown over the cliff top, and agile figures climbed like monkeys, quickly taking down the only two yawning sentries on the cliff.
Ii Naomasa was the last to reach the top. He looked down into the valley below, at the area with the concentrated lights—the lifeblood of the Inazuma Shogunate's frontline war effort, the Yashiori Military Complex. Countless fine Tamahague steel was forged here into swords and arquebuses; dangerous runic mechanisms were assembled here; and rumors whispered that a massive weapon capable of changing the course of the war was being secretly developed here.
"Attack." No impassioned shout, just two concise, deadly words issued through the Red Oni helmet.
The seven hundred Reds surged like a red flood breaking through a dam, or like wildfire spreading in the dark, splitting into several streams, charging toward their respective objectives along pre-reconnaissance routes.
The initial resistance was negligible. A ten-man patrol had just turned the corner of a workshop when they were cut down by shurikens shot from the darkness and silent sword cuts, not even managing a scream. The Red Division's actions were efficient and deadly, like precision killing machines, each move designed to clear obstacles with maximum efficiency.
Soon, the scattered defenders on the outskirts of the factory district were swept away. The刺耳 alarm bell finally rang frantically above a foundry, but it was too late.
"Enemy attack! They're here! The... the Reds!" A foot soldier leader, lucky enough to reach the barricade, shouted hoarsely, trying to organize a fragile defense.
In response, the sharp cry of Ii Naomasa's spear, "Red Comet," splitting the air.
"Kill!"
The long-held silence was shattered. The Red Division let out a thunderous roar, their pent-up fighting spirit erupting like a volcano. They no longer concealed themselves, their crimson armor glowing in the firelight of the factory district as if truly transformed into hellfire. Arrows rained down, accurately shooting down every daring defender; swords hacked, smashing flimsy barricades and fragile wooden doors.
Ii Naomasa led the charge. His spear whirled like a wheel, severed limbs flying everywhere. Several samurai who tried to block him were unhorsed and pierced in a single exchange. His presence itself was a moving banner, leading the red tide to crush all resistance.
The battle quickly advanced from the outskirts to the core area. The Red Division's tactical targets were clear—they were not obsessed with holding ground or annihilating living forces, but directly targeting the tall workshops, smoking smelters, and warehouses storing raw materials and finished products.
"First Team, burn the Tamahague Refinery! Second Team, destroy the runic assembly line! Third Team, follow me!" Ii's voice cut through the clamor clearly.
He personally led the most elite unit toward the most magnificent structure, bathed in the strongest barrier light—the "Kamui Island Cannon" Assembly Workshop. The main door was closed, thick wood inlaid with iron bars, surface shimmering with faint Electro barrier energy.
"Break it down!"
Several Red Division foot soldiers with giant hammers stepped forward, slamming into the door with roars. The dull crashes mingled with sparks from the barrier, shaking the door violently but not breaking it open.
Just then, a small side door of the workshop suddenly opened, and an old man in a high-ranking shogunate engineer's uniform, white beard and hair, rushed out. He held no weapon, only a glowing thunder crystal, his face determined as he tried to trigger some self-destruct device or strengthen the barrier.
Ii Naomasa's eyes sharpened. He didn't even need to lift a finger. Beside him, Kondo had already drawn his bow, a magic-breaking arrow streaking like lightning, precisely piercing the old man's wrist. The thunder crystal fell, kicked away by another Red soldier before it could be triggered.
"Protect... protect my life's work..." The old man stumbled to the ground, murmuring.
Ii didn't spare him a glance, his gaze still fixed on the tottering door. "Waste of time."
More Red soldiers joined the assault, others hacking at the hinges. Finally, with a loud crash, the iron-inlaid door collapsed inward, the dust revealing the breathtaking sight inside the workshop—a massive, unimaginably huge cannon resting on a great support, its barrel gleaming with cold metal, carved with countless intricate and dangerous runes. Its caliber alone was large enough for several people to stand side by side inside.
Even the iron-willed Ii Naomasa's pupils contracted slightly at the sight of this war machine. If this were deployed to the front, the resistance and all enemies would face annihilation.
"Destroy it." His order was unshakable.
Red soldiers quickly rushed into the workshop, placing the strong gunpowder bags they carried on key structural points of the cannon, the base of the support, and the scattered runic parts. Others began pouring oil.
By the time Ii exited the workshop, the entire Yashiori factory district was engulfed in flames. Smelters were toppled, boiling steel water flowing freely, igniting everything combustible; assembly lines smashed to pieces, precious parts and semi-finished products twisting in the fire; continuous explosions echoing from the warehouse district as stored gunpowder and elemental materials detonated...
The towering fire illuminated the night sky like day, thick smoke billowing to form a huge, twisted mushroom cloud. The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning debris, the strange sweet-sickly smell of molten steel, and... the stench of destruction.
"The shogun's order is fulfilled." Ii Naomasa stood on high ground, overlooking the inferno he had created. There was no expression on his face beneath the Red Oni helmet. No joy of victory, only the calm of a mission accomplished.
In the distance, the roar of cannon fire from Nadachi Beach seemed to pause for a moment. Presumably, both sides had seen the crimson glow in the sky and felt the shock and panic of this deadly blow from behind.
"Retreat!" Ii swept his spear. "Follow the planned route to the third rendezvous point to board the ships!"
The red flood began to withdraw from the fire in an orderly manner. They had come suddenly and left swiftly, like a precise surgical strike, removing a vital piece of flesh from the enemy's softest underbelly. All that remained was the completely destroyed Yashiori, wailing in flames and smoke, its explosions unceasing.
Ii Naomasa glanced back one last time at the towering fire, then turned resolutely, merging into the retreating red ranks. Tokugawa Ieyasu's will had already carved the first deep scar in this thunderous nation. And this was only the beginning. The sea breeze still blew, but it could no longer carry away the thick, pervasive stench of destruction in the air.
隆隆的炮火声在名椎滩上空回荡，海风裹挟着硝烟与血腥气，卷过被鲜血染红的海岸。反抗军那面绣着雷之巴纹的战旗，尽管已被撕裂、熏黑，依旧在残破的堡垒上空顽强飘扬。战况陷入令人窒息的焦灼，每一寸土地的争夺都需要付出成百上千的生命。
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正是在这片血肉磨坊吸引了稻妻全部注意力的时刻，一支迥异的军队，正如同暗潮般，在远离主战场的另一片海域悄然涌动。
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七艘经过特殊处理的快船，船舷包裹着深色绒布以削减拍浪之声，船帆也染就了便于隐匿的灰蓝。它们巧妙地利用岛屿的阴影与海上的薄雾，自西北方向，无声无息地逼近那座如今防御空虚的岛屿——八酿岛。
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为首的快船上，井伊直政按刀而立。他全身覆裹着名震天下的赤红色铠甲，甲片在晦暗的天光下流转着暗沉的血色光泽，那副恶鬼形态的“赤鬼”兜鍪，将他的面容彻底隐藏，只透出两道冷静到近乎冷酷的目光，凝视着前方逐渐清晰的岛影。海风拂过他铠甲上那束鲜艳的朱红熊毛盔饰，却带不起一丝波动，仿佛连风也畏惧这位德川麾下最为锋利的“赤备”尖刀。
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“情况确认无误？”井伊的声音透过面甲，带着金属的嗡鸣。
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“嗨！”身旁的副将，同样一身赤甲的近藤低首回应，声音压抑着兴奋，“名椎滩战况激烈，八酿岛守军三日前已分两批驰援，现岛内守军不足两百，且多为老弱。工厂区的防御结界能量反应降至最低，巡逻队间隔也延长了一倍。”
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井伊缓缓点头，德川大殿的谋算，分毫不差。那位“等待的杜鹃”，终于等到了不鸣则已，一鸣惊人的时刻。而他的赤备队，便是啄穿敌人咽喉的利喙。
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“传令，各队按甲字预案，无声接舷。首要目标，摧毁所有军工设施，尤其是那座‘玉钢’精炼工坊与‘神居岛崩炮’的组装车间。遇有抵抗，格杀勿论；无关平民，无需理会。行动要快，如烈火掠原，片瓦不留！”
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命令被低沉而迅速地传递下去。七百名赤备骑兵，此刻皆作为最精锐的步兵，检查着身上的装备——涂成黑色的刀鞘，弓弦上了特制的蜡，每一片甲叶都用布条束紧，避免发出碰撞声响。他们眼中没有对战争的狂热，只有对命令的绝对服从和对胜利的冰冷渴望。
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夜幕，如同巨大的黑色绒布，缓缓覆盖了鸣神岛周边的海域。八酿岛在夜色中沉寂，只有零星几点灯火，点缀在工厂区的轮廓间，像是一只沉睡巨兽微睁的眼眸。远处的炮火轰鸣，在这里听来已是沉闷的闷响，反而更添了几分死寂。
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赤备队的快船如同幽灵般靠上岛屿西北侧的断崖之下，这里礁石嶙峋，浪涛汹涌，是守军防御最疏忽之处。带着铁钩的绳索被无声地抛上崖顶，矫健的身影如猿猴般攀援而上，迅速清理了崖顶仅有的两名打着哈欠的哨兵。
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井伊直政最后一个登上崖顶，他俯瞰着下方山谷中，那片灯火相对集中的区域——那里便是稻妻幕府赖以支撑前线战事的命脉所在，八酿岛军工复合体。无数优质的玉钢在此锻造，成为武士刀与火铳的材质；各种危险的符文机关在此组装；更有传闻中，足以改变战局的大型武器正在这里秘密研发。
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“进攻。”没有慷慨激昂的呐喊，只有透过赤鬼面甲下达的，简洁而致命的两个字。
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七百赤备，如同决堤的赤色洪流，又似黑暗中蔓延的烈火，分成数股，沿着预先侦察好的路线，向着各自的目标扑去。
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最初的抵抗微弱得几乎可以忽略不计。一支十人的巡逻队刚刚转过工坊的墙角，便被黑暗中激射而出的手里剑和无声突进的太刀放倒，甚至连一声惨叫都未能发出。赤备队的行动高效而致命，他们如同精密的杀戮机器，每一个动作都为了最大效率地清除障碍。
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很快，工厂区外围的零星守军被清扫一空。刺耳的警报钟声终于在一片铸造工坊上空仓皇响起，但为时已晚。
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“敌袭——！是敌人！赤…赤备！”一名侥幸冲到街垒后的足轻头目，声嘶力竭地吼叫着，试图组织起脆弱的防线。
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回应他的，是井伊直政手中那柄名为“赤色彗星”的长枪撕裂空气的尖啸。
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“杀！”
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一直保持的寂静被彻底打破。赤备队爆发出惊天动地的喊杀声，那压抑已久的战意如同火山喷发。他们不再隐匿身形，红色的甲胄在工厂区燃起的火光映照下，仿佛真正化作了来自地狱的烈焰。箭矢如蝗，精准地射翻每一个敢于冒头的守军；太刀挥砍，斩断简陋的栅栏和脆弱的木门。
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井伊直政一马当先，长枪舞动如轮，所过之处，残肢断臂横飞，试图阻挡他的几名武士在一个照面间便被挑飞、刺穿。他的存在本身，就是一面移动的旗帜，引领着赤色洪流摧垮一切抵抗。
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战斗迅速从外围向核心区域推进。赤备队的战术目标明确无比，他们并不执着于占领土地或歼灭有生力量，而是直指那些高大的工坊、冒着浓烟的冶炼炉、以及囤积原料与成品的仓库。
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“第一队，焚烧玉钢工坊！第二队，破坏机关组装线！第三队，随我来！”井伊的声音在喧嚣的战场上清晰可辨。
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他亲自率领最精锐的一队，冲向了那座最为宏伟，也被结界光芒笼罩得最浓厚的建筑——“神居岛崩炮”组装车间。车间大门紧闭，厚重的木材上镶嵌着铁条，表面流动着微弱的雷元素结界光华。
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“破门！”
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数名手持巨锤的赤备足轻上前，怒吼着砸向大门。沉闷的撞击声与结界激起的电火花交织，大门剧烈震颤，却一时未能破开。
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就在这时，车间侧面的一个小门突然打开，一名身着幕府高级工程师服饰、须发皆白的老者冲了出来，他手中没有武器，只有一块闪烁着雷光的晶石，他面色决绝，试图引动某种自毁装置或是强化结界。
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井伊直政眼神一厉，甚至没有亲自出手。他身旁的近藤已然张弓搭箭，一支破魔箭矢如同闪电般离弦，精准地贯穿了老者的手腕。雷光晶石脱手落下，未及触发便被另一名赤备队员一脚踢飞。
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“保护…保护心血……”老者踉跄倒地，兀自喃喃。
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井伊看都未看他一眼，目光依旧锁定在那扇摇摇欲坠的大门上。“浪费时间。”
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更多的赤备队员加入撞门行列，还有人开始用刀剑劈砍门轴与铰链。终于，在一声巨响中，镶嵌铁条的厚重木门向内轰然倒塌，扬起的尘埃中，露出了车间内部令人震撼的景象——一门庞大到超乎想象的巨炮，正静静地躺在巨大的支架上，炮身闪烁着幽冷的金属光泽，上面刻画着无数繁复而危险的符文。仅仅是其口径，就足以容纳数人并排站立。
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即使是心如铁石的井伊直政，在看到这战争造物的瞬间，瞳孔也不由得微微收缩。此物若投入前线，反抗军乃至任何敌人，都将面临毁灭性的打击。
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“摧毁它。”他的命令没有丝毫动摇。
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赤备队员们迅速冲入车间，他们将随身携带的烈性火药包安置在巨炮的关键结构点、支架底部以及周围堆放的符文零件上。更多的人开始泼洒火油。
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当井伊退出车间时，整个八酿岛工厂区已然陷入一片火海。玉钢工坊的冶炼炉被推倒，沸腾的钢水肆意流淌，引燃了一切可燃之物；机关组装线被砸得粉碎，珍贵的零件和半成品在火焰中扭曲变形；仓库区传来连绵不绝的爆炸声，那是储存的火药与元素材料被引爆……
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冲天的火光将夜空映照得如同白昼，浓烟滚滚，形成巨大的、扭曲的蘑菇云。空气中弥漫着东西烧焦的刺鼻气味、钢铁熔化的怪异甜腥，以及……毁灭的气息。
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“大殿之命已成。”井伊直政站在高处，俯瞰着这片他亲手缔造的人间炼狱。赤鬼兜鍪下的脸庞，依旧没有任何表情。他没有胜利的喜悦，只有任务达成的冷静。
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远处，名椎滩方向的炮火声，似乎出现了一瞬间的凝滞。想必，交战双方都看到了这映红天际的火光，感受到了这来自后方的致命一击所带来的震撼与恐慌。
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“撤退！”井伊长枪一挥，“按预定路线，至三号汇合点登船！”
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赤色的洪流开始有序地脱离火场，他们来得突然，去得迅捷，如同一次精准的外科手术，在敌人最柔软的下腹，剜去了至关重要的一块血肉。只留下身后彻底焚毁、爆炸声连绵不绝的八酿岛，在烈焰与浓烟中哀嚎。
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井伊直政最后回望了一眼那冲天的火光，随即毅然转身，融入撤退的赤色队伍之中。德川家康的意志，已然在这雷鸣的国度，刻下了第一道深刻的伤痕。而这，仅仅是一个开始。海风依旧吹拂，却再也带不定那弥漫在空气中的、浓重的毁灭气息。
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