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

David lay on his back at the breach in the Bald Eagles' position.

Half of its body had been completely charred by the high temperature.

The bone-blade hound's claws had just ripped a large chunk of flesh from his side.

He was in so much pain that he lost consciousness.

In front of him lay the corpses of seven or eight bone-blade dogs whose heads he had stabbed through with his dagger.

He was breathing heavily, and the sound of a broken bellows leaking air came from his chest.

The split-screen display hangs high above our heads.

David struggled to lift his head, his gaze landing on the image in the very center.

In front of the Chinese front.

The two once-mighty siege machines were reduced to a pile of twisted scrap metal.

The Chinese man named Jiang Chen brushed the dust off his shoulders and slowly walked out of the scorched pit, which was dozens of meters deep.

Why should I?!

David gripped the blunted high-frequency dagger in his hand tightly.

Why is it that even after losing dozens of lives and exerting every ounce of our strength, we couldn't withstand a single salvo from the main guns?

That Chinese man didn't even wear a bulletproof vest; he just used a rusty iron chain to smash two 60,000-ton monsters like a meteor hammer!

What is God favoring?

The flames of jealousy burned in David's eyes, and as he gasped for breath in the mud, he felt that the entire Western superpower system was nothing but rubbish in front of that shirtless Chinese man.

The scene then cuts to the Japanese position.

Tanaka couldn't even stand up at this moment.

Just now, when the giant flesh-and-blood machine's spiked feet came crashing down, he pushed his steel-transformation ability to its limit.

Useless.

Under the pressure of tens of thousands of tons of gravity, his most prized tempered skin shattered inch by inch.

Both legs were crushed into a bloody pulp from the knees down.

He waded through the mud with his hands, dragging his thighs behind him, and slowly crawled toward the crack in the city wall.

He has to plug that gap.

Once the monsters outside rush in, those high school students who just teleported in won't survive a second.

Blood and foam mixed with fragments of internal organs were gushing from Tanaka's mouth.

He stopped what he was doing and slammed his fist hard into the gravel next to him.

The fingernail flipped up, and blood flowed freely.

Not a single brick fell in China!

The man who swung the iron chain actually had the nerve to complain that his arm would be sore tomorrow!

Our Yamato people's elite were beaten and crawled in the mud like wild dogs, while you lowly coffin makers and corpse retrievers were showing off your power!

Tanaka gritted his teeth in the mud, his eyes almost bursting out of their sockets.

No matter how unwilling he was, he could only use his severed half to block the gap and endure the bites of the small monsters outside.

The Singapore front became a battlefield.

A small mountain of human flesh, made of scraps and limbs, was piled up in front of the city gate.

More than three hundred civilians, who were forcibly crammed into the battlefield, sacrificed their lives to slow down the giant machine's offensive pace.

The young man standing on top of the pile of corpses was covered in blood.

Just now, at the very last moment before the main gun roared, he was fortunate enough to awaken his lightning reflection ability.

He leaped into the air and took the plasma beam head-on with his bare body, reflecting the energy back to the core of the giant machine intact.

The giant machine overloaded and exploded.

But the young man's eyes were also completely blinded.

Two streams of blood flowed down his eye sockets.

He collapsed amidst the pile of severed limbs, grabbing at them haphazardly until he touched a severed arm. He immediately broke down and wailed.

"We held them off! We survived!"

The only two surviving people nearby were kneeling on the ground, constantly retching.

The survival path built on the sacrifice of over three hundred lives left them with no strength left to even look up at the sky.

Compared to the hellish scenes outside, the style of the Chinese battlefield is completely off track.

The two large characters "Huaxia" above the city wall are still brightly lit.

On the flat sandy ground, apart from the two deep furrows that Jiang Chen had plowed out when he retreated and exerted force, there was no debris left.

The heatwave from the explosions of those two giant machines wasn't even strong enough to reach the city gates.

Jiang Chen walked back to the campfire shirtless and casually threw the rough hemp rope with the worn-out end on the ground.

"These shoes are really unwearable."

He lifted his right foot, looking at the old rubber shoe with the sole completely fallen off, his face full of heartache. "I just asked Sister Su to help me sew the sole two days ago, and it's ruined now."

Su Qingyi sat on a piece of dead wood, a thin black thread twirling between her fingers, without even looking up: "You used both your hands and feet when you were pulling that iron lump, even good shoes can't withstand that kind of abuse. Don't come to me next time, go sew it yourself with a needle and thread."

Old Luo squatted down beside him and pulled a shrunken pipe from the pocket of his tattered Taoist robe.

He tapped out two bits of old cigarette ash on the sole of his shoe, took out a tinderbox, lit it, and exhaled two white smoke rings without saying a word.

Ma Ling leaned against the base of the city wall, his right hand gripping the broken copper handle of the bell.

She picked up a walnut, placed it on the ground, and smashed it open with the copper handle with a "bang".

She blew away the crumbs from the half-shelled walnut and handed it to Mu Xiaoman, who was sitting next to her.

"Aunt Lingdang, I don't want to eat this piece. The meat has turned black and it tastes bitter."

The little girl turned her head away, looking disgusted.

How can a picky eater grow tall?

As Ma Ling muttered to herself, she used the copper bell in her hand to crack open a new fruit, picked out the clean white flesh, and stuffed it into Xiao Man's mouth.

Chen Xiao simply sat cross-legged next to the black wooden coffin.

He crossed his arms over his chest, the back of his head resting against the coffin lid, his eyelids drooping.

In less than two minutes, he actually started snoring.

His breathing was even and steady; he was sleeping incredibly soundly.

In the eyes of these eight men, the 120,000 tons of siege firepower didn't even qualify to make their hearts race.

Viewers around the world watched the bloody carnage on the more than thirty split screens above the sky, then turned to look at the central Chinese position where people were smoking and cracking walnuts.

The entire world was frozen in place for more than ten seconds.

No one can stand this kind of disparity.

Immediately afterwards, the comment section collapsed.

In the dedicated channels of various countries, a flood of comments appeared.

The foreigners stopped cursing, their emotions completely changing 180 degrees.

【I want to be Chinese! ! ! 】

[Let me become a Chinese citizen! I'll donate all my luxury cars and estate!]

[God doesn't care about us at all! The real human beings live behind the city gates of China! This place is a slaughterhouse!]

[Protest! The system definitely has a backdoor vulnerability! Why shouldn't China have to risk its life to get in?!]

[Shut upstairs!]

[Are you blind? That guy single-handedly sent a mech weighing tens of thousands of tons flying! That's called overwhelming power!]

[...]

Chinese netizens have finally unleashed all the pent-up anger they've been holding in for the past few days.

Those foreign devils who used to be so arrogant and boastful on the channel because of the gene serum have finally found a chance to retaliate tenfold.

Who just mocked us eight seniors for being old, weak, sick, or disabled? Come out and run a couple of laps to see what we're capable of!

[Isn't your Commander David supposed to be all high and mighty, throwing civilians out to shield himself from artillery fire? Look closely, our Grandpa Jiang uses other people's mechs as shields to smash other mechs! Learn from him!]

Why is that Japanese Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle still crawling in the mud? Hurry up and shout "Long live the Emperor!" and crawl faster!

[I told you long ago, our ancestor brought his disciples here for a vacation, but you wouldn't believe me.]

While others are risking their lives on the battlefield of national destiny, we elderly folks are cultivating our minds and bodies.

[Chen Xiao is sleeping so soundly against his ancestor's coffin that he's practically drooling; his sense of security is unparalleled.]

[...]

These highly-rated comments completely crushed the last shred of dignity of the foreigners.

The Pentagon's underground command center.

Smith stared at the screen showing Chen Xiao snoring, and crushed the plastic tactical board in his hand to pieces.

David was crawling in the mud eating leftovers, while the Chinese were eating walnuts!

"They didn't even show their real weapons."

The chief of staff stood to the side, his voice hoarse, "Guan Shan's sword is still hanging at his waist, and those two who play with formations didn't even move. That's firepower capable of wiping out the entire East Coast, yet that corpse retriever cleared the area in less than ten minutes."

Smith slammed his hand on the holographic table.

Before he could vent his anger, the system's pure, mechanical voice pierced through the Earth's atmosphere and resonated in the minds of billions of people around the world.

"The second round, fourth wave of defense has ended."

"We are currently calculating global battle damage data..."

"The damage rate of the defense line and the number of survivors have been determined."

"Blue Star Survival Defense Line: Twenty-Eight Nations"

[Why are seven countries missing again!]

[The Ice Kingdom and the Chilean Kingdom had just reinforced their ranks, yet they were wiped out in a single wave?]

[Thirty-nine countries at the start, only twenty-eight left after one wave of attacks?]

At this rate of elimination, after the second round, will there be any countries on Earth other than China left?

We are waiting to die, we are all queuing up to die!

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