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

Zhao Lie shouted "Two!"

Lieutenant General Richard's finger hovered above the red launch button, sweat trickling down his forehead and into his eyes, stinging painfully.

He didn't dare blink.

The ten-meter-tall golden sphere overhead pressed down, cracking the bulletproof glass of the entire control tower and producing a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.

This is special glass that can withstand a Category 12 typhoon and a close-range explosion, but it has now been shattered by the energy released out of nowhere by a few humans.

Richard was panting heavily.

His decades-long military career has instilled in him a firm belief that large-caliber artillery and nuclear warheads are the true essence of this planet.

Today, this truth has been trampled and rubbed underfoot by four Chinese people with glowing wings.

"one."

Zhao Lie's clear voice boomed across the entire base.

Richard's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He recoiled as if electrocuted, and yelled into the communicator, "Cease launch! All personnel cease operations! Raise the white flag! Immediately close all launch silo covers!"

The ground crew at the base were terrified. Upon hearing the order, they rushed to the control panel like madmen and forcibly cut off the missile's ignition sequence.

The heavy alloy hatch slowly closed.

Richard slumped down in front of the control panel, panting heavily.

Zhao Lie did not put away the golden orb while he was in mid-air.

Richard looked up, his heart pounding in his throat.

Are the Chinese going back on their word?

Are they going to massacre the entire base?

Zhao Lie pressed down with his left hand.

A surge of azure spiritual energy erupted, coalescing in mid-air into a gigantic hand that slammed directly into the missile silos beneath the base.

boom!

The three-meter-thick reinforced concrete dome was forcibly torn open, and the load-bearing walls broke and collapsed.

A giant aura hand reached into the ground, grabbed a fully loaded Tomahawk cruise missile, and lifted it directly into the air.

Then, the second one, and the third one.

Thirty-two expensive killing machines were roughly pulled out of the underground bunker and suspended ten thousand meters in the air, lined up neatly in a row.

Richard's mouth was open, and he made meaningless gurgling sounds in his throat.

Zhao Lie suddenly swung his right hand.

The golden sphere instantly elongated, transforming into a hundred-meter-long cyan energy blade that swept across the area.

Thirty-two Tomahawk missiles were cut off at waist height.

The high explosives inside were forcibly detonated by spiritual energy, but were confined to a small space in mid-air.

Blinding flames lit up the sky over the Pacific Ocean.

The metal debris, streaked with sparks, cascaded into the sea.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

The Oval Office in the Black Palace.

The president sat in a leather chair, his tie askew.

On the large screen in front of me, military satellites were transmitting real-time images of the Pacific base.

Four Chinese men hovered at an altitude of 10,000 meters and destroyed 32 cruise missiles with their bare hands.

The president's face turned from white to gray, and finally to a strange, ghastly green.

His proud Seventh Fleet was suppressed by four men single-handedly.

The chief of staff stood to the side, the sound of him swallowing was unusually clear in the room, and the top-secret folder in his hand fell to the ground.

The president, with his hands supporting him on the table, slowly stood up and swept all the coffee cups, documents, and pens off the table.

The crackling sound of shattering echoed through the office.

"Cancel! Immediately cancel all military plans targeting China!"

The president roared hysterically, spitting as he spoke onto the solid wood table, "Those idiots who liaise with the Germans and Gauls! Tell them that if anyone dares to lay a finger on China, I'll nuke their capital first!"

The chief of staff picked up the folder, his voice trembling: "Mr. President, our ocean fleet is still anchored in international waters. If the Chinese retaliate..."

"revenge?"

The president grabbed a metal paperweight from the table and slammed it down on his chief of staff.

The paperweight grazed the chief of staff's scalp and flew past, smashing a vase behind him.

"Use your pig brain to think! They took down the Pacific base with just four people! Four people! They even dismantled the air defense array like scrap metal!"

The president clutched his hair with both hands, his facial muscles contorted.

"What do you expect me to do in retaliation? Run your head into their energy spheres?! Order the fleet to retreat 500 nautical miles immediately! No, retreat 1000 nautical miles!"

Yanjing, the strategic command center.

The red alert on the big screen has been lifted, and four green dots are returning at high speed.

Staff Officer Li stood at attention and saluted: "Sir, Dragon Soul Squad One has completed its mission. All thirty-two Tomahawk missiles have been destroyed, and the Pacific base has been disarmed."

Zhou Yaoguo patted the edge of the sand table, his tense shoulders relaxing.

Minister Chen walked over with a freshly brewed cup of tea and placed it on the table: "Sir, strike while the iron is hot. These foreigners have always been afraid of power but not of virtue. We must take this opportunity to establish the rules in front of the whole world. Otherwise, there will always be flies who think we are easy to bully."

Zhou Yaoguo nodded and strode towards the international communications station: "Connect to the global public channel. Use the highest privileges to force a broadcast."

The communications soldier's fingers flew across the keyboard.

Minutes later, air defense early warning systems, high-level encrypted networks, and even large GG signs on the streets of all countries around the world simultaneously switched to China's signals.

Zhou Yaoguo picked up the microphone, his voice deep and powerful.

"This is the strategic command center of China. The Chinese people do not provoke trouble, but they are absolutely not afraid of trouble."

"Any attempt to launch a military strike against the Chinese mainland will be met with an immediate, precise, and devastating counterattack."

"This is the last warning."

These few words, carrying a powerful aura, spread to every corner of the globe.

The Pentagon of the United States, the Prime Minister's residence of Japan, 10 Downing Street in Great Britain... all the high-ranking officials of the countries still secretly plotting fell silent.

No one dared to refute it, no one dared to protest it.

In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks become a joke.

The Chinese government simultaneously released a high-definition video online showing Zhao Lie tearing apart a Tomahawk missile with his bare hands.

The major live streaming rooms and forums were completely overwhelmed.

The server nearly crashed due to the massive influx of traffic.

The screen was flooded with a dense barrage of comments.

[Major national achievements! This is what a superpower should look like!]

[Four people took down the Pacific base of the White Eagle; these are only the first batch of Awakened!]

Who would dare to mess with China again? They could have it ten times over!

[Dragon Soul Squad is awesome! Captain Zhao's slap gave me an instant orgasm!]

Foreigners like to use overwhelming firepower, right? We'll just use a direct, overwhelming attack!

Where are those foreign devils who were just shouting on the internet? Come out and show yourselves! Let's see how your prized Tomahawk missiles are sliced ​​into sashimi!

This is the crushing superiority of cultivation civilization over technological civilization! Our ancestors were awesome!

[That felt so good! So satisfying! All that pent-up frustration from decades ago has finally been released today!]

[I suggest playing this video on a loop to serve as a wake-up call to those short-sighted countries!]

[Within the borders of China, the gods are forbidden! If any foreign enemy dares to come, their ashes will be scattered!]