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

Bald Eagle Country's position.

David knelt on the sand, which had crystallized from the high temperature.

He was covered in the blood and flesh of the newcomers, his hands gripping the ground so tightly that his fingernails were cracked.

A hundred meters ahead, the three-headed pulse cannon beast collapsed with a roar, its core shattered into pieces by David's overloaded shield generator.

The Bald Eagles narrowly won.

Eight mutilated corpses lay beside David.

That was the newcomer he had just thrown out to shield him from the high-voltage rays.

David looked up at the undamaged Chinese position on the screen, his heart pounding and his lungs heaving like bellows.

The woman from China didn't retreat an inch; she summoned ancient corpses and dismantled the mechanical army into scrap metal.

He's using his own people to pay for his own deaths, while in China he's using the dead to crush his own.

This is not a battle on the same level at all.

Inside the Pentagon, a dent was punched into a solid wood conference table by Smith.

He looked at the Chinese battle damage report on the big screen.

Zero casualties, in ten minutes and nine seconds.

This data shattered all of America's military simulation models.

Smith loosened his tie, cursing the CIA a thousand times in his mind.

The intelligence agency actually labeled this group of people as feudal remnants.

This is clearly the descent of a deity from an ancient Eastern country!

In front of the Singapore position, more than 10,000 charred corpses were piled up into a horrific small mountain.

The few surviving newcomers lay sprawled in the muddy water mixed with their internal organs, their eyes rolled back, vomiting violently.

The Huaxia live stream room instantly erupted in excitement.

[Holy crap! Did Sister Ma Ling somehow summon Qin Shi Huang's Terracotta Army?]

[What mechanical ascension? It's not even worthy to carry the shoes of the Chinese underworld!]

David is ruthless! He threw all eight new recruits out to carry cannons. What about human rights? What about freedom?

[Ten thousand people died in Singapore! The system drew ten thousand substitutes, but they were all burned to ashes.]

[Just now, some foreigners were commenting in the live chat saying we were putting on an act? Now they're all silent?]

When I saw our ancestors crawl out to protect China, I couldn't hold back my tears.

[Eight skilled craftsmen, and this is only a few they've actually used? The ancestors in their coffins haven't even woken up yet!]

Other countries all chose to enhance individual characters, but they still got utterly thrashed. Our China, however, chose to receive the national fortune boost, and took off from where it started!

Where are the foreign keyboard warriors? Come out and show yourselves!

【……】

Nanyang, a private estate.

The wine glass shattered on the ground.

The shards of glass ripped through Li Lianjie's haute couture shoes, but she was completely unaware.

He slumped on the leather sofa, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the charred mountain of corpses on the Singapore front on the screen.

Among those ten thousand-plus corpses, there might be the bank manager he had just seen last night.

Li Lianjie grabbed the medicine bottle on the table, poured out three white sedative pills, and swallowed them dry.

Ten years ago, he sat in this manor and, in front of a room full of cameras and microphones, announced in a high-profile manner that he was giving up his Chinese citizenship.

At that time, in order to save on high personal income tax and to obtain visa-free privileges for high society circles, he cut his Chinese ID card in two.

He said art knows no borders, and he needs the freedom to breathe.

Now, all he could smell was the intense stench of death.

"Old Zhang... answer the phone!"

Li Lianjie pressed the buttons on the satellite phone.

He dialed the number of a major figure in Beijing's film and television industry.

busy tone.

His hands trembled as he changed the number.

Business tycoon, cabinet sinecurer.

All of them are busy signals.

He has been completely blacklisted by the elite circles of China.

Ten minutes ago, Singapore issued a mandatory conscription order.

All eligible citizens are on standby for selection.

No amount of wealth can buy immunity.

Li Lianjie looked down at his belly.

If he were drawn to the battlefield, his fate would be exactly the same as those tens of thousands of substitutes in Singapore—he would be vaporized by pulse beams before he could even see what the monsters looked like.

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

A top female celebrity locked the mahogany door from the inside and pushed a heavy wine cabinet to block the entrance.

She huddled in a corner of the safe house, her Twitter feed filled with live videos of rioters storming up affluent neighborhoods.

Intense gunfire and sirens could be heard coming from the streets outside.

Last night, she spent $20 million to buy a black market private jet ticket to Yanjing.

The scalper told her half an hour earlier that China had activated a spiritual protective barrier, and foreign flights entering its airspace were shot down.

She tore her prized green card to pieces and wailed on the ground.

Toronto, hillside villa.

Real estate tycoon Adam's eyes widened in fury.

He watched with his own eyes as his eldest son was drawn into the Maple Leaf Kingdom's territory by the golden light of the system on the screen.

Just one second later, the son's chest cavity was ripped open by the kinetic energy armor-piercing bullet fired by the sniper, and he was blown into a pile of minced meat.

Adam slapped himself so hard his face swelled up.

When he transferred billions of assets abroad, he posted a message mocking those who remained in China as "leeks" (victims of exploitation).

Now, he has become the most helpless cannon fodder on this foreign land.

The live stream room was flooded with comments once again.

[Look! A group of Chinese Americans have jointly written a petition in blood, pleading for China to open its doors to the world!]

[A famous celebrity surnamed Li wrote a short essay, saying he wanted to return to his roots and pleading with his motherland to take him in.]

[Pah! They fled to avoid taxes back then, and now they're dying and remembering their motherland?]

[I heard that Ms. Yao's husband is trapped in an Australian basement, without water and electricity for three days. Serves him right!]

[Thanks to the country! The citizenship system is locked down; not even a foreign fly should be let in!]

[You always brag about how the West is superior, now you know who your real father is, right?]

China doesn't tolerate worthless paper, much less garbage. May you all die abroad!

[Today, if anyone dares to give foreigners preferential treatment, we, the 1.4 billion people, will kill them!]

【……】

The battlefield of national destiny.

Ma Ling hung the copper bell, stained with deep red rust, back on her belt.

She used her left hand to brush the sand off her coarse cloth clothes.

Guan Shan sat down cross-legged, placed the blood-patterned iron sword across his knees, and took out a gray cloth to wipe the blade repeatedly.

Old Luo tapped his pipe and tucked the bronze compass into his pocket.

Jiang Chen tugged at the hemp rope and wrapped it back around his waist.

Chen Xiao stood at the very front.

He lowered his gaze, staring at the huge black wooden coffin in front of him.

The throbbing sound inside the coffin grew increasingly deep and powerful.

The sound penetrated the wooden planks and resonated with the pulse of the Chinese land.

Chen Xiao took a deep breath, the hemp clothing on his back rustling in the wind.

He touched the cloth bag at his waist, where eight spare nails lay quietly.

The sky suddenly trembled.

The blood-red countdown has been cleared and dissipated.

The grand mechanical sound resonates throughout the world.

[The second wave of the second round of monster siege has officially ended!]

[Global defense line survival confirmed: 35 countries.]

[The four nations, including Ice Kingdom and Burma Kingdom, failed to defend their city. Punishment descends. Their national territories are erased, and all their citizens are wiped out.]

The announcement plunged the world into panic once again.

The mechanical voice paused for a moment, then rose in a cold, calculating tone.

[System calculation complete. Completion rewards will be distributed shortly.]

[WARNING: Due to unknown variables affecting the energy balance of the national destiny battlefield, supplementary rules will be implemented starting from this round.]

Thirty-five golden beams crashed down on the positions of various countries.

David struggled to his feet in the Bald Eagles' position, staring intently at the bare board.

Smith gripped the edge of the table in the Pentagon, holding his breath.

[Rule Update: If a player chooses to forgo their personal reward and convert it into their country's national fortune bonus, the national fortune bonus will be increased from 10% to 15%!]

Effective immediately. Please make a selection.

Faced with a 1.5x boost to national fortune, David didn't hesitate and slapped the "Personal Enhancement" option.

A beam of light descended, quickly healing his extensively burned flesh.

David doesn't care about the fate of the nation; he doesn't choose to strengthen himself, and the next wave of monsters will tear him to pieces.

Yamamoto Itto's successor, the new Russian player, and all the foreign representatives made the same choice.

The system employs a calculated strategy, leaving the weak with no choice but to eke out a living.

The Chinese front.

Chen Xiao turned his head.

Guan Shan stopped wiping his knife.

Ma Ling raised her chin.

Old Luo gripped his pipe.

The eight people remained silent.

Chen Xiao stepped forward.

He raised his right fist.

The fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, struck precisely the orb of "personal enhancement."

The bare plate shattered, transforming into dazzling golden streams of light that shot into the sky and disappeared into the land of China.

All eight people smiled simultaneously.