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

The Pentagon, the highest-security underground conference room.

The bulletproof glass shielded the area from the heat, but it couldn't block the piercing sound of the air raid siren that penetrated the walls.

On the screen, the armored division that the United States was so proud of was suffering a crushing defeat on the streets of New York.

Without the system's enhancements, the soldiers couldn't even suppress fully armed rioters.

Luxury stores on Fifth Avenue caught fire, and black smoke obscured the sky above Wall Street.

Smith sat behind a large desk.

The gold stars on the epaulettes were covered with a dull gray sheen.

His gaze shifted from the battle report to the red-painted secure telephone on the corner of the table.

This is a dedicated line preserved from the Cold War era, connecting directly to Beijing across the ocean.

Over the past two decades, the only time the top leadership of the United States has issued sanctions notices and trade bans is through this phone call.

Smith didn't want to touch it.

Pressing the speakerphone button is tantamount to acknowledging the complete collapse of the hegemony built by the United States over a century and admitting that the Western world's path of evolution has reached a dead end.

But he had no choice.

Ten minutes ago, the presidential plane flew to the underground bunker, leaving the mess entirely to the military.

Smith loosened his tie and pressed the red hands-free button.

He quickly reorganized his words in his mind.

Easterners always value their so-called international image. As long as they say a few soft words and promise some insignificant technical patents, the other party will definitely send an aid fleet.

They need this opportunity to demonstrate the magnanimity of a great power.

Communication is established.

The screen lights up, displaying the underground strategic command center in Yanjing.

Minister Chen sat at the very front of the long conference table.

His dark suit was impeccably pressed, and his expression remained completely calm.

He didn't speak first, but just stared at the camera with his cold eyes.

The conference room was deathly silent.

Smith swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He braced his hands on the table, leaned forward, and tried to regain the rhythm of the negotiation with his habitually assertive posture.

"We need China's help."

Smith's voice was dry and rough, revealing the exhaustion of not having slept for a long time.

Minister Chen did not respond.

He picked up the white porcelain teacup in front of him and took a sip of water.

The tea lid collided with the rim of the cup, making a crisp sound.

The sound was amplified infinitely in the silent channel.

"We can open up the core data of our gene lab."

Smith pressed on, his tone urgent, "This is a moment of life and death for humanity. Tens of millions of civilians in the United States are suffering from hunger and riots. Now that China has passed the first round and has abundant resources, it should shoulder the responsibility of a great power and send aid."

Minister Chen put down his teacup.

"General, I remember a few days ago, you discussed a detailed plan with your chief of staff in the Presidential Office."

Minister Chen's voice was calm, yet carried a chilling undertone. "The first phase of the plan is to take over the entire southeastern coastal industrial zone of China. The second phase is to divide up China's rare earth mineral veins."

Smith's muscles instantly stiffened.

Blood rushed back to his head, and his face turned deathly pale.

The other party not only knew the contents of the Pentagon's top-secret meeting perfectly, but even read the original text aloud.

"No...that was a misunderstanding, a hypothetical scenario proposed by politicians. Our military never intended to implement it."

Smith waved his hands frantically, his proud composure completely shattered.

Minister Chen raised his right hand, interrupting Smith's explanation.

"China was once sanctioned by you, its technology was locked down, its chips were blocked, and trade and diplomatic relations were severed."

Minister Chen looked sharply into the camera and said, "You'd better figure it out yourselves."

"This is inhumane..." Smith shouted hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.

"Your army can defend your homeland."

After saying this, Minister Chen immediately raised his hand and pressed the cut-off button.

The screen went black instantly.

Smith remained leaning forward, frozen in place.

Three seconds later, his knees buckled and he collapsed onto the swivel chair.

A heavy pile of briefings on the corner of the table slid to the floor.

He knew that the gates of the Bald Eagle could never be closed again.

The underground strategic command center in Yanjing.

Minister Chen withdrew his hand from the control panel.

Zhou Yaoguo turned away from the holographic map, strode to the long table, and sneered, "They want our soldiers to suppress the riots for them? They've got a good plan. Where were they before?"

"What's the situation at the border?"

Minister Chen asked.

"The million foreign refugees on the southwestern defense line are still assaulting the spiritual light curtain."

Staff Officer Li strode forward and handed over a tactical tablet. "The enemy has repeatedly asked us to open a breach. Hundreds of cargo ships flying flags of various countries have also appeared in the southern waters, fleeing from their predicament."

Zhou Yaoguo solemnly issued the order: "Notify all border defense units to load all firearms. Anyone who dares to breach the spiritual energy barrier, whether refugee or defeated soldier, will be killed on the spot. There will not be a single crack left for them at the gates of China."

The battle order was instantly transmitted to the three major war zones via an encrypted network.

Along the border, the dark muzzles of heavy machine guns were all aimed at the outer edge of the light curtain.

The tracks of the armored vehicle pressed the soil down.

In stark contrast to the hellish scenes abroad, China itself remained as stable as a mountain.

The network traffic of Huaxia's exclusive live broadcast room broke the historical peak, and the world's attention was drawn to this only surviving platform.

Beside the black wooden coffin, Jiang Chen tore off a strip of cloth to wrap his hand.

Guan Shan sat cross-legged on the sand to rest and recuperate.

The comments scrolled wildly on the right side of the screen like a waterfall.

[I just saw in foreign media news that Smith from the US even wanted to criticize us for not providing aid.]

[I burst out laughing. My friend who works at customs just said that there's a strict order from above: not even a foreign fly is allowed to fly in.]

[That feels good! Look at how arrogant they used to be, now they know how to beg for help?]

Forget about those clowns. Guys, I feel like my body's about to explode! I just did a thousand push-ups in one go!

[The idea of ​​"everyone evolving" is no joke. The old man downstairs, who's always in a wheelchair, just carried a whole water jug ​​up to the eighth floor.]

[All of this is thanks to the eight senior members of the Yin Sect, and the ancestor in the coffin. Without them, those thugs outside stealing our food would have been the same as us.]

[Wait, look at the sky! The system's countdown has stopped!]

The gold panel has been refreshed!

[The first round of final rewards is coming! What will be the reward for the only country to clear the stage?]

[The previous rounds of feedback have already resulted in all members evolving; won't the reward this time be heaven-defying?]

【..........】

Within the space of national destiny, the blood-red clouds on the wasteland completely dissipated.

The sky was cloudless for miles.

A huge golden eye slowly opened in mid-air.

Instead of a cold and ruthless sense of oppression, it exudes a vast and majestic majesty.

All eight guards raised their heads at the same time.

Chen Xiao straightened up, brushed the dust off his coarse linen clothes, and calmly looked up at the sky.

Inside the black wooden coffin, the deep, powerful heartbeat suddenly intensified.

Boom!

The surrounding dry sand trembled with the sound of that heartbeat.

The scorched earth, which had been carbonized by the lava monsters, miraculously sprouted a tender green shoot.

The mechanical voice, without any blind spots, descended directly into the depths of the minds of 1.4 billion Chinese people on Earth.

Regardless of gender, age, or location, everyone heard this announcement at the same time.

[The determination of the sole country with successful entry in the first round has been completed.]

[Zero casualties on the Chinese defense line, zero player deaths.]

Overall rating: SSS level.

[Special Achievement: Sole Survivor.]

[Currently stacking all previous national fortune rewards...]

[Calculating the bonus for the final completion of the first round...]

[Calculation complete.]

[Rewards have been distributed.]