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

The space of national destiny, the battlefield of Japan.

The yellow sand was soaked with dark, animal blood.

The wind carried a strong, fishy stench.

Yamamoto Itto leaned against the rough loess city wall.

His legs were spread apart, and the white bone at his right knee was completely exposed to the air, with the surrounding flesh already blackened and necrotic.

The penetrating wound in my left arm is still oozing blood.

The pure white samurai uniform turned dark red.

He looked down at the broken half of the knife he was holding in his right hand.

The blade was chipped and the body was covered in cracks.

In the past ten minutes, 30,000 Abyssal Bone Devourers nearly flattened this defensive line.

He exhausted all his strength and used the ultimate technique of his final sword draw to barely hold onto the buffer zone.

But the price he paid was incredibly high.

Of the eight newly recruited Japanese athletes, only four remain.

The other four people were not even left behind; they were chewed up and swallowed on the spot by the two S-class mutants who broke through the defense line.

The remaining four survivors consist of three men and one woman.

They were all slumped in the mud and water.

The girl was wearing a tattered sailor uniform, her hands covering her head, her face buried between her knees, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The three men dropped the iron swords issued by the system and mumbled incoherent pleas for mercy.

No one stepped forward to help their hero.

Faced with the fear of life and death, the so-called Bushido spirit becomes nothing but empty words.

Yamamoto Itto raised his eyelids and looked up at the top of his head.

The massive, blood-red countdown timer has been refreshed.

There are three hours left until the seventh wave of monsters attacks the city.

I can finally rest.

Holy light descended.

All internal injuries were healed, including broken ribs, damaged internal organs, and even broken hair, all restored to their original state.

only.

Yamamoto Itto knew very well.

My current situation is very bad. I barely manage to win each round. If anything unexpected happens, it will mean death and the destruction of my country.

He brought up the system panel.

Points balance: 210 points.

Although he tried his best to kill monsters in the last wave, he couldn't kill many by himself.

Most monsters die from trampling each other or being caught in the crossfire of other mutated creatures.

He received a pitifully small number of points.

In the shop, the cheapest basic bone healing potion is priced at 500 points.

He couldn't even afford the most basic healing medicine.

Yamamoto Itto looked at the four compatriots who were slumped over not far away.

His voice was hoarse and carried a strong smell of blood.

"Transfer your points to me."

The four newcomers were stunned for a moment.

The girl in the sailor uniform looked up, her face covered in tears, and shook her head desperately.

"No! This is our only hope of survival!"

The girl screamed, "If you die, at least we can use our points to buy a shield and live for two more minutes!"

"Baka!"

Yamamoto Itto's eyes widened in anger.

One slash and it's over.

boom!!!

A cliff appeared on the ground.

The four people screamed and backed away, quickly running twenty meters away.

.......

The real world.

The official residence of the Prime Minister of Japan.

The emergency response meeting room was deathly silent.

Minister Tanaka stood before the oval conference table, his tie loosely undone, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the documents on the table.

He had just finished making sixteen international phone calls.

"The United States refused to answer the call. Great Britain cut off the line. France replied that they were also short-staffed."

Minister Tanaka rested his hands on the table, looking at the cabinet members present.

"The mechanism for national destiny is completely locked down; points cannot be transferred across borders, and personnel cannot provide cross-border support."

Tanaka's voice trembled, "Our proposal to form a joint defense front in reality has also been rejected by all countries."

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A high-ranking official from the Ministry of Defense stood up, his face pale.

"Lord Tanaka, Lord Yamamoto Itto's condition won't hold up against the next wave. Once the city gates breach, the Abyss Devourer will descend upon Tokyo. What will we use to stop them? The Self-Defense Forces' firepower simply can't penetrate that kind of armor!"

"We have to stop them even if we can't!"

Tanaka slammed his fist on the table.

But he knew in his heart that it was just empty talk.

The tragic scenes of the five destroyed kingdoms are still vivid in my mind.

Just then, the head of the information department pushed open the conference room door and quickly walked to Tanaka's side.

"Your Excellency, the emotions of the people in the country are out of control."

The supervisor brought up the tablet screen. "They...they all flooded into Huaxia's live stream."

Inside the exclusive live stream room for Huaxia.

What was originally a sea of ​​jubilation, with Chinese netizens discussing the newly awakened abilities and the past of their ancestor Su Chen.

Suddenly, a large number of IDs with the prefix "Japan" flooded in.

This time, the comments section was filled with long stretches of machine-translated Chinese.

It exudes a strong sense of humility and panic.

[Neighbors of China, please help us. The Yamato people are willing to share the future with you.]

【If you're willing to teach us the method to pinpoint fatal weaknesses and the secret techniques for manipulating corpses, we're willing to open up all of our national resources!】

Please, I'm begging you. We have so much excellent anime and manga culture in China; we could give it all to you.

Could we ask that doctor in the long robe to provide some guidance to Lord Yamamoto from across borders? Even just one sentence would be helpful.

【Our great Japanese Empire admits that our previous statements were incorrect. Please show the magnanimity of your great nation and save us!】

[……..]

Tens of thousands of pleading comments instantly filled the screen.

Chinese netizens were stunned for a second when they saw these comments, and then they unleashed an unprecedented fighting spirit.

They don't fall for this kind of moral blackmail at all.

Who's your neighbor? There's an ocean across the way. Don't try to claim kinship with someone else.

Have some shame! You accused us of cheating by bringing in dead people, and now you want to freeload off our skills?

[Anime culture? I can make a fireball with one hand now, why would I need to watch anime characters!]

[Teach you how to see through fatal weaknesses? Do you have Brother Liu Bai's eyes? Do you have Sister Su Qingyi's skills? Even if I gave them to you, you wouldn't understand.]

【Still talking about the magnanimity of a great power? When you were following your masters in blockading our shipping routes, where was that magnanimity then?】

Resources? Once your city gates fall, your entire island will sink. Are we going to keep your resources to feed the fish?

Stop bowing and apologizing; save your time to kowtow to the King of Hell in hell.

Now you're scared? Too late! This is called karma.

The cherry blossoms have all fallen; time to sweep up the trash. Goodbye and best wishes.

[……..]

Chinese netizens unleashed their fury.

Every word hit the sore spots of Japanese netizens perfectly.

There was no compromise, no mercy.

Because all Chinese people know that if China were the weaker party today, this group of people would not only not sympathize with it, but would also trample on it more ruthlessly than anyone else.

This is Japan.

Dog-like thing.

........

Inside the Prime Minister's official residence.

Tanaka looked at the relentless barrage of Chinese comments on the screen, his body went limp, and he slumped into his chair.

"It's over."

Tanaka closed his eyes, his withered lips trembling.

He turned his head and looked at the cabinet members, whose faces were also ashen.

In this conference room where the fate of the nation rests in their hands, this hardliner minister bowed his head for the first time.

"Perhaps, from the very beginning."

We were wrong.