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

The data flow on the Blue Star public network platform is experiencing a massive overload.

Western netizens have completely torn off the mask of hypocrisy.

On their nation's defense lines, super soldiers lay dead in pools of blood, their severed limbs scattered across the sand.

The heavy armored mech was shattered by the crocodile's tail spikes.

Their once-proud high-tech weapons have been reduced to scrap metal.

These images struck a nerve with foreigners.

Seeing the happy faces of the Chinese people, they cursed them insanely!

What benefits did China give the system? Why are the monsters they encounter so slow?!

Why are American heroes bleeding while that fisherman from the East can just stand there, daydreaming?

[This is a cover-up! This is definitely a vulnerability in the underlying code of the National Destiny Space!]

Let those crocodiles eat them! Tear that old man to pieces!

God won't protect cheaters; ten thousand venomous crocodiles will make them pay!

They will die a horrible death!

They have been abandoned by God!!!

【……】

On the Chinese internet, a special live stream room suddenly topped the trending search list.

Gao Xiaosong was holding a paper fan.

The large face takes up half of the screen size.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, a haughty smile playing on his lips.

He switched to a split screen, pointed at Jiang Chen's back in the picture, and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Fellow countrymen, we need to have some independent thinking ability. Do you really think that these few people from China have some kind of superpower?"

"This is called an information cocoon. Look at Jackson, look at Yamamoto Itto. Those were real high-tech gene therapy agents, real hand-to-hand combat. The blood they shed was real."

Gao Xiaosong closed his folding fan and tapped the table.

"The eight of us, plus that broken coffin, are just putting on an act. They already took the hidden rewards from the space, bought defensive items, and are putting on an Eastern fantasy show for us. You actually believe them? They're just poor people making a fuss, deliberately using some mysterious methods to grab attention. We have to admit the gap; the fighting spirit of the foreign athletes is the most real."

"Chinese people are just pretentious."

His words immediately caused an uproar in the live stream chat.

[You shameless public intellectual! You actually dare to go live on social media! You have no shame at all!]

I think the word "idiot" is written on your fan!

[That old sage gave us 100% of the reward, what are you spouting nonsense about!]

Are you blind?! Even if all 20 million people of the Southern Yue Kingdom died, it was all an act?! Get out!

[I'm buying a plane ticket to Beijing right now, and I'll tear your stinking mouth apart!]

[Sheepdog, your American daddy Michael Jackson is eating alligator poop, why aren't you licking it up!]

[Yes, yes, yes, we're so dramatic, winning three straight games and boosting our national fortune by over 100. Your American daddy is really something, just barely hanging on.]

[Haha, isn't Gao Xiaosong a fan of India? How did he become a fanboy of the US?]

Foreign dogs are all from the same family.

【..........】

Gao Xiaosong looked at the screen full of curses.

His face tightened, and he slammed the folding fan shut.

"You people from the lower classes just lack common sense."

"Once these crocodiles cross the buffer zone, their little tricks won't work. When the city falls, you'll see who's right and who's wrong."

..........

The battlefield of national destiny.

Yellow sand filled the sky.

Jiang Chen stopped thirty meters in front of the city wall.

He was forty-two years old.

Twenty years ago, I came to a dilapidated village in the Jiangnan water towns and became the village's guardian.

The old folks in the village always say that Jiang Chen is a quiet, reserved person.

He doesn't say a word all day long.

Whenever a person, pig, cow, or sheep drowns in the big river at the entrance of the village, the villagers go to him.

With a rope tucked into his waistband, he dived to the bottom of the murky river.

No matter how deep the water, no matter how dangerous the creek.

He always manages to retrieve the items.

He was a corpse retriever.

Those who live by the water live off the water, but what they salvage are inanimate objects, and what they suppress is the Yin River.

At this moment, ten thousand armored crocodiles charged wildly.

The ground shook violently.

The crocodile has thick limbs.

The sound of scales colliding was deafening.

Dark green poisonous clouds covered the sky behind them.

The poisonous gas landed on the yellow soil, producing dense white bubbles.

The online comments section erupted once again.

Look at that fisherman's impoverished appearance; he's even wearing straw sandals!

Forty-two years old? In our country, that age is only fit to sweep garbage in the community!

[Trying to lasso a crocodile with just a rope? Does he think he's in a circus?]

[Three hundred meters away! He'll be turned into a bloody pulp in no time!]

[Open your eyes wide and watch how that Eastern swindler dies!]

[...]

Domestic netizens are looking at the data panel.

[Grandpa Jiang is only forty-two? He looks at least sixty. He must have suffered so much.]

Forty-two years old is considered young for this team. But the opposing team has tens of thousands of giant crocodiles!

[Grandpa Jiang only has a hemp rope in his hand. Is that enough? Those crocodiles can chew through steel.]

Whether it works or not, the old sage's intervention must have a deeper meaning. Foreigners, shut your mouths!

[Uncle Jiang, stay calm, we're right behind you!]

【............】

Jiang Chen did not look up at the sky.

He raised his left hand.

His rough hands were covered with blisters and calluses of all sizes.

Those are marks left by years of being soaked in the river and cut by sharp objects.

He untied the hemp rope that was tied in a tight knot around his waist.

Pull hard.

The coarse fibers on the outer layer of the hemp rope broke off inch by inch.

The detached hemp skin revealed a cold, metallic sheen.

That was no ordinary rope.

A heavy chain, as thick as an adult's arm and covered in dark red rust, appeared in his hand.

The chains collided with each other.

It produced a dull, metallic clanging sound.

At the end of the chain was a huge iron hook shaped like an inverted triangle.

The iron hook was mottled, stained with dried, blackened bloodstains and dark green moss.

A putrid, fishy stench, even more pungent than poisonous fog, spread outwards along the iron hook.

Two hundred meters.

The vanguard of the crocodile herd is now clearly visible.

They opened their gaping maws.

Thick saliva dripped down his sharp teeth.

The serrated teeth gleamed with a cold light.

Venom sprayed from the thorns on its back, turning into a green poisonous rain in mid-air.

Jiang Chen stood still.

He let the corrosive, poisonous wind blow against his graying hair.

He spread his legs apart.

Straw sandals sank firmly into the muddy sand.

The muscles in his thick right arm tensed instantly.

Veins bulging.

He gripped the iron chains with both hands.

Swing your arm in a wide arc.

The heavy chains spun in mid-air.

The howling wind drowned out the sound of the crocodile's running footsteps.

The iron chain spun faster and faster.

The end with the iron hook sparked dark red sparks as it rubbed against the air.

"Things underwater."

Jiang Chen's lips parted slightly.

His voice was deep and hoarse.

The audio was clearly transmitted to the recording equipment in every live broadcast room amidst the noise of the battlefield.

"I'll take it all."

Jiang Chen suddenly exerted force downwards with his right arm.

He did not throw the iron hook at the charging crocodile.

He turned around, swung his arm, and slammed the heavy iron hook and chain, weighing several hundred pounds, onto the yellow earth directly in front of him.

The iron hook slipped from his hand.

With overwhelming gravitational potential energy, it plummeted straight down.

Foreign netizens laughed heartily in front of their screens.

[Hahaha! He actually missed!]

The monkey from the East was so frightened it lost its aim!

Slamming weapons on the ground? Is this a new way to surrender?

The crocodile is right in front of him! He's dead!

This time, we must shatter China's borders!!!

【………】