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

The 72-hour rest period has ended.

The sky above the nation's destiny suddenly changed color.

The dark red clouds were torn apart by an invisible force, and the rolling black mist obscured the starlight of the entire wasteland.

The mechanical voice rang precisely in the minds of all the contestants and in the live broadcast room on the global screen.

The rest period is over, and the second round of siege warfare has officially begun.

[First round completion data detected; system automatically adjusts difficulty. New rules implemented this round: Species Mind Leap.]

[Rule Announcement: All descending monsters have been freed from their slumber and fully unlocked their war intelligence. They will now possess abilities such as terrain utilization, weakness detection, tactical evasion, firepower concentration, and trap countermeasures.]

The black mist at the edge of the wasteland spread out to both sides.

The earth resounded with heavy, synchronized footsteps, each step causing a rhythmic tremor in the ground.

From within the black mist, a square formation stepped out.

Those were 30,000 humanoid creatures, each three meters tall.

Their bodies are covered with a bluish-black metallic exoskeleton, and their heads are in an inverted triangular structure. Where there was originally only the white of their eyes, now there is a faint blue glow.

The three thousand monsters at the very front held up massive, two-meter-wide bone shields in their hands.

The shield's surface is engraved with intricate dark red patterns, which are pieced together to form an impenetrable mobile wall.

Behind the shield formation were spearmen wielding four-meter-long bone spears.

The spear tip gleamed with a blinding cold light, and the spear tail was connected to some kind of translucent energy tube.

The patrol forces on both sides consisted of smaller mutants with long limbs. They crouched low and made no sound as they rapidly maneuvered and weaved along the edge of the wasteland's sand dunes.

In the very center of the formation, a leader, whose height exceeded ten meters, rode on the back of a multi-legged behemoth.

It held a huge bone battle flag in one hand, and the rhythm of the entire formation changed as the flag was waved.

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Bald Eagle Country's position.

David lay prone on the charred battlements of the city wall.

Cold sweat dripped down his chin and landed on the dry sand.

As a former major stationed at an overseas base, he experienced real modern warfare.

He knew that dealing with mindless beasts and dealing with a regular army were completely different concepts.

He just instructed the wealthy businessman Adam to plant two high-explosive landmines thirty meters in front of the position.

This is the initial supply issued by the system.

He watched as the monster guerrilla sentry at the very front suddenly stopped.

The monster scout looked down at the ground, raised the short blade in his hand, and made a gesture towards the main position behind him.

The giant shield formation immediately split in two, perfectly bypassing the minefield.

Then, the monster scout picked up a stone and accurately threw it onto the mine's trigger fuse.

"boom!"

Flames shot into the sky, and mud and sand splashed everywhere.

The monster formation didn't even break its defensive formation and continued to advance steadily.

David's breathing stopped.

This is not animal instinct at all; it's mine clearance and tactical reconnaissance.

"Major...open fire!"

The college student behind him was holding an assault rifle with both hands, the muzzle shaking so much that he couldn't aim at it.

"Why are you firing! Our bullets won't even leave a scratch on those shields!"

Adam, a wealthy businessman, collapsed to the ground, clutching a wad of useless banknotes in his hand, a wet patch appearing in his crotch.

David ignored the argument behind him.

He stared intently at the flanking forces on either side of the monster; those hunters were testing the blind spots of the city walls' firepower.

They don't charge; they search for weak points in the city wall structure, preparing to carry out targeted demolition.

David closed his eyes, his legs gave way, and he slid down the city wall to the ground.

"This isn't a monster..." David's voice was hoarse, filled with deep despair. "This is an army. A highly disciplined army with exceptional tactical skills."

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The same scene unfolded on the Japanese front lines.

Tanaka Jiro, clutching a rusty dagger, huddled behind the broken city gate.

The breach in the city wall that was shattered by Yamamoto's sword in the previous round has not been fully repaired by the system, leaving three deep cracks.

Tanaka Jiro saw the monster's commander wave his battle flag.

Hundreds of monsters broke away from the main position. Instead of blindly charging the city gate, they pulled out heavy weapons resembling battering rams from their backs and headed straight for the three cracks.

They know how to concentrate their fire.

"It can't be stopped..." Tanaka Jiro rolled his eyes and looked at the burly man next to him who was drinking water.

He gripped the dagger tightly, calculating in his mind how piercing the strong man's leg and throwing it into the gap would buy him a few more seconds.

Inside the live broadcast room of Global Sky Screen.

The audience was shocked by this scene.

[God, what did I just see? They just defused a landmine!]

[That monster commander is using tactical hand signals; they have their own language and command system!]

[It's over, all over. The first wave of monsters just lined up to die, but this wave knows how to weave in and out.]

Our new British contingent is still trembling on the city walls; monsters have already surrounded them.

This is an absolutely unfair massacre! The system is driving all of us humans to our deaths!

Only China... only China's city walls remain intact. Can they hold them off?

The monsters not only have tactics, but their equipment has also been upgraded; those shields look like they can stop armor-piercing rounds.

This is a war of extinction; no one will survive.

The Chinese players didn't move; were they also stunned?

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