National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Bald Eagle Position.

Just as the main gun had killed seven players, the system crammed seven civilians from the White Eagle into the position.

One of them is the only son of a federal senator.

David grabbed him by the collar and dragged him straight out of the city.

Before the seven golden rays of replenishment had completely dissipated, a piercing charging sound rang out outside the city walls.

The two-hundred-meter-tall, flesh-and-blood behemoth stopped five hundred meters away.

Six alloy spikes pierced the scorched earth, while the three plasma cannons slowly rotated.

Blue-purple electric arcs compressed at the cannon muzzle, illuminating the entire position.

The metal city wall that was repaired in the last round of settlement remains intact.

The central city gate, however, had already been burned with large scorch marks by the first round of shelling.

David leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

His tactical uniform was covered in burn marks, and several wounds on his chest were still bleeding.

Only a high-frequency dagger remained at his side; his ammunition was long gone.

The seven newly recruited men were crammed into the trench.

Expensive suits, evening gowns, sportswear, and pajamas were mixed together.

Everyone was trembling, and no one dared to look up at the outside of the city.

"Commander David, help me!"

The blond young man, Jack, rushed to David's feet and hugged his military boots.

"My father is a U.S. Senator!"

"If I can go back, he can give you a federal pardon, a family trust, and a seat in Congress after you retire!"

Jack looked up, tears mingling with sand streaming into the corner of his mouth.

"You can pay any amount you want!"

David looked down at him for two seconds.

He then grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up with one hand.

"Is your father a senator?"

Jack nodded vigorously.

He thought he had found a chance to survive.

David, however, twitched his lips, revealing blood-stained teeth.

"There is no parliament here."

"There are no special privileges either."

As soon as he finished speaking, David punched Jack in the stomach.

Jack arched his back, only painful gasps escaping his throat.

David dragged him up the city wall.

"If you want to live, give me a few seconds first."

Jack finally understood his plan.

"No!"

"My father will not let you get away with this!"

"Let me go!"

David did not stop.

He had already figured out the giant machine's target acquisition pattern.

Any living target that leaves the city's defense zone will be prioritized for elimination by the main guns.

After each bombardment, the plasma confinement device requires at least twelve seconds to recharge.

Twelve seconds.

This was the only opportunity he could seize.

David swung his arm and threw Jack off the city wall.

Jack jumped over the wall and fell into the scorched earth outside.

Ignoring the pain, he got up and ran wildly toward the city gate.

"Help me!"

"I am the son of a senator!"

Hundreds of sensor holes on the giant machine's chest armor lit up red simultaneously.

The main gun on the left immediately dropped down.

The electric arc in the muzzle suddenly tightened.

boom!

A beam of blue-violet light swept across the scorched earth.

Jack's voice abruptly stopped, leaving only a still-smoking crater in the wake.

The global live stream chat exploded instantly.

David threw the senator's son out as a shield!

The United States has completely gone mad!

[If it were an ordinary person, he would have thrown it anyway!]

[Main cannon enters cooldown mode; David tries to take the opportunity to approach the giant machine!]

[On the Chinese side, Jiang Chen has locked onto the main guns head-on, forcing the White Eagles to trade their own for time!]

Who will be the next replacement?

I'm too scared to go out anymore; the system can take people away from anywhere!

David turned to look at the trench.

"Matthew, get the remaining six men into the bunker!"

"You guard the breach in the city gate and prepare to receive me!"

Father Matthew, who was newly admitted in the second round, gripped the silver cross tightly.

His face was pale, but he still nodded.

"What do you want to do?"

"Dismantle its armory compartment."

David did not elaborate further.

He climbed over the wall, and purple-red flames shot out from both legs at the same time.

boom!

The recoil propelled him dozens of meters.

The moment he landed, David unleashed his powers once more, charging towards the giant machine's belly while skimming along the scorched earth.

The incubation chambers there are still open.

The last batch of bone-blade dogs were falling from the hatch, and the dark red bio-valve had begun to contract.

ten seconds.

Eight seconds.

Five seconds!

The main gun on the right side of the giant machine has been locked on.

David lunged to the side.

The plasma beam grazed his head, scorching the ground hundreds of meters ahead into a glassy state.

The scorching heatwave sent David flying.

He used the impact to roll to his feet, pressing all the remaining flames down to his feet.

The biological valve is now only two meters wide.

David tightened his body and plunged inside, bracing himself against the stench.

boom!

He landed on the slippery deck and rolled for more than ten meters before regaining his balance.

The bio-valve behind him closed rapidly.

The rumors from the outside world have completely disappeared.

David looked up, and his expression immediately changed.

The incubation chamber is much larger than it appears from the outside.

Rows of translucent fleshy eggs stretched to the horizon.

Each egg was pulsating, and inside curled up an immature Boneblade Dog.

The dark red bulkheads are covered with transport pipes.

Green mucus flows along the tube walls into the hatching tank, continuously providing energy for tens of thousands of eggs.

This is the armory of the giant machines.

Destroying the incubation chamber will significantly reduce the pressure on the city gates.

David raised his hands.

The last flame in his palm quickly gathered together.

"Burn them all!"

Crimson flames swept across the ground and crashed directly into the nearest row of fleshy eggs.

The green slime then surged forth.

White, cold mist quickly rose from the area in contact with the flames, and all the heat was drawn to the surrounding bulkheads.

The fire quickly subsided.

Three seconds later, the fire wave, which was more than ten meters long, was completely extinguished.

The egg was still pulsating.

The thin film on the surface was not even damaged.

David stood there, stunned.

This green slime has an extremely strong phase change heat dissipation capability.

As soon as his flames reached high temperatures, the heat was dispersed and absorbed by the entire incubation chamber.

Fire-based abilities are ineffective here.

A piercing alarm suddenly sounded.

A dozen or so hibernation sacs on David's head burst open at the same time.

One after another, scythe-clawed guards landed on the deck.

They are nearly four meters tall, with curved bone blades covering their arms, and dark yellow light gleaming in their compound eyes.

All the guards turned their heads at the same time.

His gaze locked onto David.

Damn it.

David turned and rushed toward the closing bio-valve.

The first scythe-clawed guard pounced from the side.

The bone blade grazed his shoulder, instantly slicing through his tactical uniform, and blood flowed down his arm.

David spun around and threw a punch.

The flames struck the monster's head directly, but were quickly absorbed by the slime on its body.

Only a slight scorch mark remained.

The scythe-clawed guard swung back.

David's chest shuddered violently, and he was sent flying, smashing two testicles.

Mucus splattered all over his body.

He heard a cracking sound coming from his chest, and then he had difficulty breathing.

The other guards had already surrounded them.

Bone blades clashed and fell.

David rolled repeatedly, narrowly dodging the first two attacks.

The third monster approached from the side, its bone scythe hooking onto his left arm and pulling him sharply backward.

The excruciating pain shot straight to my brain.

David lost all strength in his left arm on the spot, and blood quickly soaked through his sleeve.

He pulled out the high-frequency dagger from his leg and stabbed it into the soft membrane between the monster's compound eyes.

hum!

The vibrating blade pierced through the compound eye.

The monster let out a sharp hiss and its movements paused briefly.

David seized the opportunity, drew his knife, and ran.

The biological valve has only one last gap left.

More scythe-claw guards came chasing from behind.

David detonated all his remaining superpowers.

Flames erupted from beneath their feet.

He rushed out of the incubation chamber through the closing gap, his body falling from a height of tens of meters into the scorched earth.

Near the ground, David forced out the last burst of flame.

The counter-thrust offset part of the impact.

He rolled more than 20 meters on the ground, and the wound on his chest reopened.

"David!"

Father Matthew rushed out from the breach in the city gate.

He placed the silver cross on David's shoulder, and golden light quickly covered the wound.

The green slime clinging to the skin continuously devoured the holy light.

Matthew's remaining strength was only enough to seal his blood vessels; his broken ribs and powerless left arm could not be restored.

The two men, dragging their wounded bodies, retreated back to the city wall.

The six new recruits huddled together in the trench.

Seeing David's miserable state, they didn't even dare to ask for help.

Outside the city, the incubation chambers in the giant machine's abdomen had been closed.

All three main guns were raised simultaneously.

A plasma glow, even more dazzling than before, began to coalesce.

The metal structure on the city wall emitted a piercing vibration.

David lay on his back on the ground, gazing at the sky illuminated by blue light.

Long-range firepower cannot penetrate the defenses.

Infiltration into the incubation chamber also failed.

The next round of artillery fire will breach the entire city gate.

The United States has no way to survive.

The Pentagon's underground command center.

On the giant holographic screen, the image of David lying on the ground, severely injured, was enlarged to its maximum size.

No one spoke in the meeting room.

General Smith sat at the end of the long alloy table, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The chief of staff walked up to him with the final simulation report.

"The results are in."

Smith did not reach out.

"Just say it."

The chief of staff glanced at the curve of the nation's fate on the screen.

"The city gate can withstand a maximum of two salvos from the main cannons."

"After seven former players are eliminated, the system will fill the vacancies with seven new players. If the number of survivors falls below the threshold again, new legal citizens will be forcibly sent into battle."

"Their average survival time is only 4.7 seconds."

The holographic screen then displayed dozens of sets of red data.

The nation's fortunes are declining.

Grain production has decreased.

Power grid failure.

The frequency of earthquakes is increasing.

Urban security is out of control.

With each player eliminated, the real-world disaster index continues to rise.

"At the current rate, after three rounds of reinforcements, the federal power grid, food transportation, and local governments will all be on the verge of collapse."

The chief of staff's voice grew softer and softer.

"The city gates might not hold out until then."

Smith stared at the last line of the report.

There was only one number there.

Bald Eagles' defense line win rate: zero.