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

The fate of the nation lies at the edge of a desolate wasteland.

Before the first wave of blood mist from the second round had completely dissipated from the scorched earth, the blood-red countdown at the top of the sky reset to zero once again.

A muffled alarm ripped through the clouds.

The ground began to tremble, and the sand and gravel spontaneously bounced up in the violent shockwaves, forming a sand and dust wall half a foot high.

The black mist parted.

A legion covered in dark gold armor stepped onto the battlefield.

The quantity is a full fifty thousand.

Leading the way were no longer shield-bearing infantry, but three thousand pulse-cannon beasts as large as heavy tanks.

Their spines have been transformed into bone cannons with a caliber of over one meter. Dark blue high-pressure energy is rapidly compressed and fused deep inside the cannon barrel, emitting high-heat ionized blue light.

The formation behind them is arranged in a precise angle resembling the golden ratio.

Tens of thousands of slender, multifaceted prism-shaped snipers were scattered in the blind spots of the slope. Red infrared beams flashed in their prism-like compound eyes, and thousands of rays intertwined in the air to form a deadly net with no blind spots.

In the center of the 50,000-strong army stood a towering mechanical behemoth.

Standing atop the tower is the commander of this intelligent machine race—the War Calculator.

It has only half a biological body, with its lower half connected to countless conduits that can penetrate underground to transmit computing power.

The monster wasn't holding a bone flag; instead, a multidimensional core composed of pure energy was spinning at a high frequency in its palm.

As soon as the core rotates once, the cannons of the three thousand cannon beasts in the front row will be lowered by 1.5 degrees, and all the ray intersections will move synchronously, precisely locking the load-bearing points of the human city wall in the core strike zone.

These monsters abandoned melee combat and opted to use long-range, saturated energy heavy firepower to carry out targeted demolition beyond visual range.

In the global live broadcast room, the previously boiling cheers were extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

Those pipes are charging! They're going to demolish the city ten kilometers away!

[All 50,000 are fully armored! Look at the red light in their eyes; they're using full-map thermal imaging for aiming!]

This is a three-dimensional firepower network that even modern armies couldn't create!

[Look at the scene in Great Britain! The monsters haven't even taken two steps before lasers have already shredded half of their makeshift city walls!]

[We don't even meet! You have superpowers and martial arts skills with a knife, how can you fight if you can't reach them?]

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name 1110 ...

[Those few people in the Bald Eagle country are still fighting amongst themselves over medical kits, and the cannons are already pointed at them!]

How many people will die in this wave? How many cities in the world will still be standing?

[China! Quickly switch back to the China scene! Can Master Guan even split something ten kilometers away?!]

Master Guan put his knife away; he showed no intention of going forward!

Why? What are they trying to do? Who's going to do it?

【..........】

Bald Eagle Defense Line.

David had just crawled out of the mud from the previous explosion, his face covered in congealed blood and bits of flesh.

He grabbed the trembling college student next to him and roared, "Get up! Find cover! Stack up those scattered steel plates in the corner!"

The college student looked at the dense array of infrared rays shining on the distant horizon, and felt a chill run down his lower body.

A beam of red light swept across his brow, and his eyes instantly lost focus.

Ten kilometers away, a sniper flicked a needle-like kinetic energy warhead from his fingertip.

Before David could reach out to pull him away, with a soft "splat," the college student's head exploded into a cloud of blood mist, splattering all over David's face.

No one could even see where the attack came from.

David gasped for breath, his knees buckled, and he slid to his knees against the wall.

What a load of crap!

The three remaining members of their group hadn't even seen what the enemy looked like before their defenses began to crumble.

The shield potion in front had only eight seconds left on its countdown. Once the cannon beasts began to charge up and fire, the entire position and their lives would be reduced to smoke in half a second.

Do we have to fill in names again?

...........

In the real world, at the Pentagon.

The dozens of high-ranking generals sitting around the holographic sand table all looked ashen-faced.

Smith had been holding a pen he had taken off, but now he had broken it in two.

The pen tip pierced his fingertip, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware.

"We can't engage head-on... We have to dodge the first volley..." Smith's eyes reddened, his voice trembling violently. He whirled around, staring at the frozen technical analyst beside him. "Where are the potions? Where are the three shield generators we traded for the nation's resources last round? Why aren't they activated?!"

The analyst stared blankly at the computing power feedback on the screen: "General, it can't be started... The monster's computing core interfered with the underlying signals, and all the high-precision instruments were paralyzed a minute ago."

paralysis.

This means that the Bald Eagle team can only use their flesh and blood to resist the mechanical high-pressure energy cannon.

An immense despair descended like a giant net.

Not only the Bald Eagles, but the remaining Russian representatives are also building temporary bunkers with ice and snow, while the two remaining French agents are exchanging their last words at the base of a wall.

No one dared to look at the blue light in the distance.

Only the area in front of the Huaxia City gate was unusually quiet.

Those eight people, who had transformed from coarse linen clothes into people with godlike deities, still stood in their original positions.

Guan Shan wiped the last bit of dust off the hilt of the knife and took two steps back.

Chen Xiao sat beside the huge black wooden coffin, his fingers grasping a handful of slightly warm sand, letting the sand slip through his fingers.

Ma Ling stepped forward.

Her empty left sleeve fluttered loudly in the fierce wind of the battlefield.

In his right hand, he still held the old Xiangxi copper bells with peeling paint and deep red rust spots on the edges.

The nation's destiny has surpassed 200%, and the rules have become an indelible mark etched into its very soul.

The three thousand pulse cannon beasts on the other side have already charged to their peak.

The blinding blue light stretched across the sky, forming a deadly sea of ​​death.

The energy core in the War Calculator's palm suddenly stopped spinning—this was a volley!

Ma Ling raised her hand.

A tiny breeze escaped from the cracks in the black wooden coffin, swirling around her thin wrist.

"clang--"

The first bell rang.

The sound did not spread outwards, but fell directly onto the thick earth beneath their feet.

The moment the sound rang out, the sand and gravel within a 50-kilometer radius of the Huaxia city wall turned dark black in a second.

It was a color that had been soaked in years of rotten blood and then dried by the wind.

The three thousand high-pressure energy beams that were about to burst forth suddenly distorted their paths midway.

The rules of the entire space were torn open by Old Chen's copper bell, creating an invisible gap.

The beams of light, like fine needles falling into a pond, all pierced obliquely into the black soil ahead, without even a spark.

Fifty thousand mechanical eyes on the battlefield simultaneously locked onto the woman carrying a bell in one hand.

The war calculator's half-body mechanical form flashed a red error light.

Its algorithm system does not contain any natural phenomena that can harmlessly absorb focused pulses.

"clang--"

With a slight flick of his wrist, Ma Ling rang the bell a second time.

This time, the earth cracked open.

It wasn't a simple earthquake or collapse, but rather the flat, scorched earth being neatly peeled away from the middle to both sides, revealing a bottomless abyss below, a mixture of eerie green and deathly gray.

The aura emanating from there was not yin energy, but rather the final meaning formed by the convergence of all living beings in this space over countless years, countless dynasties, and even the first round of resurrection.

Ma Ling looked at the mechanized army opposite her, a smile curving her thin lips.

Step forward half a step with your left foot.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, the entire string of old bells simultaneously emitted a deafening chorus!

"The bell rings, the sedan chair alights—open the realm of corpses!"