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

Ji Yuan loosened her left hand.

A thick stack of yellow paper lost its grip on gravity and shot straight into the sky with the strong wind.

Under the dim sky, yellow paper fluttered everywhere, scattering in the air within a 500-meter radius.

The running speed of the two thousand wild wolves increased once again.

The enormous claws pounded on the yellow sand, producing a dull rumble.

The wolf at the forefront opened its blood-red maw, and the acid dripping from its mouth corroded the ground, creating black pits.

Foreigners were stunned by what they saw.

They simply couldn't understand what was going on.

Did he really throw a pile of waste paper into the air? Is this some kind of bizarre surrender ritual?

The Wolf King's bone blade can cut through even tank armor; could a few pieces of torn paper possibly stop him from taking a single breath?

[The sick man of China has a serious mental illness! That's how the Southern Yue Kingdom was eaten up!]

[With such a frail body, a mere touch from a dire wolf's claws would turn it into mincemeat!]

[Let those old geezers run away quickly, take a few more breaths while you still have two minutes left to live!]

【..........】

Ji Yuan was completely unaware of the malice from the outside world.

He raised his right hand and used his thumb to cut the pad of his index finger.

A drop of bright red blood seeped out.

He flicked his finger in mid-air.

The droplet of blood precisely sank into the center of the largest piece of yellow paper in mid-air.

Ji Yuan quickly formed a complex hand seal with her hands.

"When the dead travel, the living avoid them."

Ji Yuan's voice was calm and gentle.

"Borrowing the destiny of the Chinese nation, I summon a million ghost soldiers. Let the battle begin."

boom.

The yellow paper in mid-air exploded at the same time.

The dazzling golden-red light intertwined to form a vast curtain of light.

At this moment, sixty percent of China's national destiny and heritage found an outlet, pouring wildly into those light, fluttering pieces of paper.

The light fell to the ground.

A soldier who was two meters tall and wearing heavy standard scale armor appeared.

He wore an iron helmet and held a three-meter-long metal halberd.

His face was covered by armor, revealing only a mask covered in rough textures.

Following that, the second place, the third place, the hundredth place, and the ten-thousandth place.

In just a few breaths.

In front of the once empty loess city wall, a massive, dark army formation appeared.

A million fully armed soldiers lined up in a row, blocking the city gate behind them.

There were no shouts, no heavy breathing.

A million armored soldiers stood silently, exuding a suffocating aura of killing intent.

Two thousand demonic wolves couldn't stop themselves and crashed headlong into the front of the army formation.

The soldiers in the front row did not flinch.

At the same time, the long spear was raised forward and thrust out fiercely.

The sharp sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the sky.

Dozens of demonic wolves were accurately pierced through the eye sockets and throats by the long spear, their massive bodies pinned to the ground in mid-air.

The demonic wolf behind him frantically swung its half-meter-long bone blade, slashing at the armored warrior's breastplate.

The armored soldier was cut in half at the waist.

Not a single drop of blood was shed.

The broken shell turned into several pieces of tattered yellow paper that drifted down.

But the gaps in the formation were filled by the back row within half a second.

More long spears came from all directions, piercing through the wolf's abdomen, thighs, and spine.

Completely unequal numerical suppression.

Each demon wolf must simultaneously face the relentless strangulation of hundreds of long spears.

Foreigners' screens were flooded with question marks.

【What the fxxk! Those pieces of paper turned into an army?!】

Is this magic? Or Eastern sorcery?

My God! He single-handedly summoned an army of a million!

[Our American Jackson is fighting with his life on the line, while he only needs to tear up pieces of paper?]

[Can someone tell me what this hidden profession is?!]

Is this the same person who was half-dead just a moment ago?

[...]

Ji Yuan stood in a corner of the city wall.

He held a stack of unused yellow paper in his left hand, while his right hand moved swiftly with his fingers.

Tearing, folding, interlacing.

The afterimages of fingers stretched out in a continuous blur.

A slightly larger yellow paper figure took shape.

Ji Yuan tossed it into the air.

boom.

A three-meter-tall warrior, clad in heavy beast-devouring armor, crashed to the ground.

He held a heavy Xuanhua axe in his hand.

He didn't slow down his folding speed.

The second, the third, the fifth.

Five military officers stood in a row at the very front of the army formation.

Behind the pack of demon wolves, five B-rank bloodthirsty wolf kings let out angry roars.

The red hair stood on end, transforming into five afterimages that rushed towards the paper doll army.

Their strength far surpasses that of ordinary demon wolves.

With a swipe of its claws, dozens of ordinary paper soldiers were instantly torn to shreds.

The five heavily armored generals moved.

A military general gripped a large axe with both hands and brought it down on his head.

The axe blade clashed heavily with the bloodthirsty wolf king's bone blade.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The wolf king's massive body was jolted back three steps by the enormous recoil.

The two generals beside them worked together seamlessly.

The long sword slashed horizontally, aiming straight for the wolf king's limbs.

This is not a lone battle; it is an organized military strangulation.

At this moment, the global live broadcast signal thoughtfully switched to a split-screen view.

Left side of the screen.

The US military base.

Jackson was covered in blood, his muscles ripped open by dozens of deep, bone-revealing wounds from the wolf's claws.

The spiked club he was so proud of was now deformed.

He was held firmly in the jaws of the three B-level wolf kings, and the lightning field shrank to less than five meters.

The bodies of the special forces team members behind them were scattered all over the ground.

With each swing of his weapon, he would let out a hysterical roar.

Right side of the screen.

The Chinese front.

Ji Yuan, dressed in a blue robe, leaned against the earthen city wall.

A fierce wind howled in front of him, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

He lowered his head and calmly folded the yellow paper in his hand.

Once you've folded one, toss it into the air, and you'll have a fresh force on the battlefield.

He even had time to take out the old, blood-stained handkerchief from his pocket, cover his mouth, and cough lightly twice.

Not a single drop of the wolf's blood was on his cloth shoes.

The stark visual contrast completely shattered the cognitive defenses of all foreigners.

[MY GOD! This person is a summoner!!!]

Why are there Summoners in China?!

[This is a profession from our country, South Korea! Why does China have it?! What's going on?!]

[Cheating! This must be cheating!!!]

Go, Devil Wolf! Tear them apart!!!

[...]

As they watched their powerless rage, Chinese netizens went wild in the live stream.

[Hahaha! Those foreigners are stunned!]

[Where's the one who was just yelling about wanting a feast? Come out and show yourself!]

This is an intangible cultural heritage left by our ancestors! Learn about paper craftsmen!

[I give the scholar a perfect score for this move; he single-handedly surrounded two thousand wolves!]

Jackson was working himself to the bone, while Ji Yuan was folding paper. This is what dimensional attack is all about!

[...]

Yanjing.

Strategic command center 100 meters underground.

Minister Chen's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He was completely unaware that tea had spilled on the back of his hand.

"Reporting, sir!"

Staff Officer Li, looking at the data transmitted from the technical department, exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, "The moment Comrade Ji Yuan threw out the yellow paper, multiple large-scale array ruins across the country experienced energy resonance. He not only borrowed the nation's fortune, but he also activated the Yin energy of China's earth veins!"

Zhou Yaoguo's eyes were bright.

He stared intently at the millions of paper soldiers on the screen, tireless and fearless of death.

"What a brilliant scheme to turn beans into soldiers!"

The old general slammed his hand on the alloy table. "We don't need to use the lives of Chinese people to pay the price. One man, one pen, one stack of paper. He can hold off a million-strong army!"

.........

The carnage on the battlefield is drawing to a close.

Five heavily armored generals joined forces to suppress the last B-level bloodthirsty wolf king.

Two large axes fell in a cross shape, severing the wolf king's thick forelimbs.

The third general swung his long sword diagonally upwards, precisely slicing open the wolf king's throat.

The wolf's head rolled to the ground.

The red pupils gradually lost their luster.

The remaining two thousand C-level Wild Wolves have been completely chopped into mincemeat by the million paper soldiers.

The area in front of the entire defensive line was covered with a thick layer of dark red blood and bone fragments.

three minutes.

From the first piece of yellow paper being thrown out to the final head of the wolf king being beheaded.

A full three minutes.

Not a single demon wolf was missed.

The system notification sound indicating the countdown has ended has not yet sounded.

The battlefield in China has entered the time for cleaning up the trash.

Ji Yuan stopped what she was doing.

He folded the remaining half of the yellow paper neatly again and stuffed it back into the wide sleeve of his blue robe.

On the front lines of the battlefield.

The million paper soldiers and five military generals ceased their actions.

A gentle breeze blew by.

The towering, armored warrior's phantom image dissipated in the wind, turning into countless tiny scraps of paper that fluttered down onto the blood-stained yellow sand.

Ji Yuan raised her head and glanced at the wolf carcasses scattered on the ground.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fingers. His voice was soft, but it carried steadily across the globe.

"We have enough paper."

These words were spoken.