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

Geneva, the UN Emergency Conference Hall.

The venue was quiet, unlike the usual hustle and bustle.

The representative of the Bald Eagle, Jason, rested his hands on the table.

Staring at the speech draft on the table, I couldn't focus my gaze.

The images on the sky were still imprinted in his mind.

Of the nine newly elected representatives of the Bald Eagle, a college student is crying and searching for his mother in the space of destiny, while a financial tycoon is trying to bribe the air with checks.

Expecting these nine people, who can't even hold a knife properly, to block the second wave of monsters is tantamount to sentencing the Bald Eagle to death.

Jensen straightened up.

He turned his head and looked at the Chinese delegation's position diagonally opposite him.

He bent over, his neck curving into a shameful arc.

"Respected representative of China."

Jason's voice was hoarse. "The United States is willing to unconditionally share its sixth-generation nuclear fusion reactor technology, open up all military satellite access, and sign an unequal trade agreement."

"We only ask that China provide tactical guidance in the context of national destiny, or in the real world, draw a 20-kilometer safety buffer zone along China's border to accommodate our elderly, weak, women and children."

The venue was deathly silent.

The representatives from Gaul and Great Britain stood up and bowed to the Chinese representative.

They played their last trump card domestically, hoping to secure a ticket to survival.

Lin Yuan, the representative of China, was holding a stainless steel thermos.

He blew away the floating tea leaves on the water and took a small sip.

"Pfft~ Pfft~"

Then place the cup on the table.

Lin Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at these politicians who had once sanctioned China and formed alliances to blockade China's territorial waters.

"Mr. Jason."

Lin Yuan's voice was calm, "You seem to have forgotten the rules and limitations of the national destiny space."

Lin Yuan stood up and buttoned his suit jacket with one hand.

"First, the rules of the National Destiny Space clearly state that players from different regions cannot assist each other across borders. The guardians of China are only responsible for the city gates of China."

"Second, regarding the issue of refugee reception in the real world."

Lin Yuan picked up the briefcase on the table. "China's land was won inch by inch, and our athletes defended it with their lives. China has no extra resources to feed the hungry wolves that were once ready to bite us at any moment."

With a bang.

Japanese representative Tanaka broke through the security cordon at the rear.

He collapsed directly onto the aisle in front of Lin Yuan.

Tanaka's forehead slammed heavily against the carpet, drawing blood.

"Mr. Lin! China!"

Tanaka looked up, his face streaked with snot and tears. "If you can let the Japanese in, we're willing to return all the historical artifacts we've looted, completely disband our Self-Defense Forces, and live as a vassal state of China for generations to come! Please have mercy!"

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at Tanaka's face.

"Mr. Tanaka, just three days ago, you were having a secret meeting to discuss how to divide up Shanghai and the northern territories of China."

Lin Yuan stepped over Tanaka's body and strode towards the double copper doors of the conference room.

As Lin Yuan approached the door, he stopped and turned half of his face to the side.

"Save your chips for negotiating with the monsters in the second round."

"I wonder if those nuclear weapons you've been hoarding will be able to harm the monsters!"

The bronze door closed.

Everyone was forced back into their seats by Lin Yuan's words.

The global sky screen not only broadcasts images of national destiny and space, but also serves as an international public forum for exchange.

At that moment, the forum's bullet comments were refreshing at a rate of tens of thousands per second.

[China! You cannot stand by and watch us die; all of humanity is one!]

Please, let our children in! There are out-of-control troops and mobs everywhere outside.

[China must reveal the cultivation secrets of those eight contestants; they are a shared treasure of all humankind!]

[my country is willing to surrender all of its national gold reserves in exchange for 100,000 entry slots; we beg the Chinese authorities for leniency.]

[Bullshit! Ignore these ingrates; they were all hoping we'd die in the first round!]

When the US sent its Pacific Fleet to blockade our coast, why didn't they talk about the unity of all mankind?

"Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late! Our Chinese spiritual energy shield is specifically designed to protect against you!"

[Thanks to the eight veterans who risked their lives to create this safe zone! If anyone dares to let foreigners in, I'll be the first to block the border!]

[I just awakened my fire-based superpower. If they dare let them in, I'll burn down the boundary marker!]

Our country only accepts one type of foreigner: the dead.

[...]

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

Zhou Yaoguo stood in front of the huge holographic sand table.

On the sand table, the 9.6 million square kilometers of Chinese territory were shrouded in a light blue halo.

That was a spiritual barrier born from the nation's destiny.

Meanwhile, in the southwest, northwest, and along the long coastline, countless red dots are gathering frantically.

Staff Officer Li strode over with a tactical tablet in hand, his military boots making a rapid thud.

"Statistics on overseas mobile signals have been completed. Currently, the total number of refugees and defeated troops from other countries gathered outside our borders exceeds 12 million. And this number is increasing at a rate of 300,000 per hour."

High-definition images transmitted back from the front lines by Staff Officer Li.

In the scene, people of different skin colors push and trample, trying to get closer to the blue spiritual barrier.

Some people smashed it with hammers, some drove armored vehicles to ram it, and some fully armed foreign soldiers fired into the barrier.

The bullet was instantly pulverized into metal powder the moment it hit the barrier.

"What did the Ministry of Foreign Affairs say?"

Zhou Yaoguo asked.

"Countries are putting pressure on us through every channel. Some have even suggested that if we don't open our borders, they will detonate nuclear bombs on their own soil, taking the entire planet with them."

Zhou Yaoguo's hands, pressed against the edge of the sand table, remained motionless.

"Detonate a nuclear bomb? That would save us the trouble of dealing with a second wave of monsters."

Zhou Yaoguo straightened up. "Pass on my orders."

All officers in the command hall stood at attention simultaneously.

"First, utilize the nation's transport aircraft to deploy the entire Dragon Soul Awakener Special Support Force to the four major border defense lines."

"Second, the conventional field army will withdraw 10 kilometers to establish a second line of defense, and the heavy artillery matrix will be loaded with high-explosive shells to lock onto an area 500 meters outside the border."

Zhou Yaoguo turned around, his voice echoing in the hall, carrying an unyielding and ruthless aura.

"Not a single person is allowed to enter Chinese territory. Anyone, regardless of identity, who dares to cross the boundary marker even half a step will be shot on the spot without warning!"

Staff Officer Li saluted: "Yes, sir! And what about the National Destiny Space..."

"The space for national destiny is limited by rules, so we don't need to worry about it."

Zhou Yaoguo looked up at the holographic screen above, the image fixed on the black wooden coffin at the Huaxia position, "They can only rely on themselves."

Zhou Yaoguo did not find the order cruel.

He knew very well that if China were the first to fall today, those foreigners gathered outside the border would not only not offer assistance, but would instead rush in with knives to steal China's last grain of food.

Kindness should be reserved for one's fellow countrymen.

The blade is aimed at the enemy.

This is the survival rule of the new era.