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

Ji Yuan brushed the yellow sand off her sleeve.

He turned and walked back to the corner at the foot of the loess city wall.

He pulled the blood-stained old handkerchief from his bosom and covered his mouth.

After two muffled coughs, he leaned against the wall, slowly squatted down, picked up the half-chopped chalk from the ground, and continued drawing circles of various sizes on the ground.

The open space ahead.

The 200-meter buffer zone was covered with the severed limbs of the Wild Wolf and the Bloodthirsty Wolf King.

Dark red blood seeped into the yellow sand, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

The Chinese position remained completely unscathed.

In the top left corner of the global live stream, there was a full minute and a half left for the countdown to the third wave of the siege.

In that minute and a half, the defense lines of countless countries faced a life-or-death test, with screams, explosions, and air raid sirens weaving together a scene of hell on earth.

But in Huaxia's lens, there was only the sound of the wind.

Guan Shan closed his eyes and sat in meditation.

Horse bells fluttered in the air.

The old beggar scratched his head.

The blind old man wipes the zither.

A five-year-old girl squats in front of a sand pile.

Chen Xiao held the coffin with both hands.

Ji Yuan draws circles.

Foreign netizens are going crazy right now!

Three people, three different abilities, each more outrageous than the last!

Can anyone scientifically explain why a piece of waste paper could stop a three-meter-tall wolf?

[God is unfair! Our country's super soldiers are risking their lives to defend the lines, and they can wipe out all the monsters with just a few sheets of paper?]

How many such abilities does China actually possess? Corpse driving? Paper embroidery? These don't belong to this world at all!

[The first wave attacked with knives, the second wave rang bells, the third wave threw paper. There were eight of them, plus a coffin... so there are still five who haven't made a move?]

I'm starting to get scared. What kind of monster country are we facing?

[Go to the White House! Get the government to intervene and demand that China share this power!]

[Protest! This is cheating! China must be punished!]

【..........】

Bald Eagle Country.

New York street scene.

A large number of protesters stormed out of the apartment building.

The bricks smashed the glass windows of the shops along the street.

The fire hydrant was damaged by brute force.

A high-pressure water column shot into the sky.

Police armored vehicles drove into the street with sirens blaring.

The rioters hurled homemade Molotov cocktails at the riot shields.

Those who once clamored online for the destruction of China.

They are now smashing and destroying vending machines in their own country.

A young Black man stole a brand-new television set.

He had barely run out of the street corner when he was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by two companions.

The television was smashed to pieces.

At this moment, the security forces appeared extremely weak.

Fear is spreading wildly among the lowest levels of society in this country.

Inside the black palace.

The president sat in a leather chair.

The expensive Cuban cigar in his hand had been crushed to pieces.

Tobacco leaves were scattered on the spotless carpet.

He pressed the call button on the desktop.

Protruding finger bones.

"No matter what means we use!"

"Whether it's coercion or bribery!"

"We must extract that extraordinary secret that doesn't require system enhancement from China!"

"If they won't give it to us, then we'll unite all our allies and impose economic sanctions!"

Gaul.

Downtown Paris.

A white-collar worker in a suit and a homeless man got into a fight in a supermarket.

In order to seize the last case of purified water.

Three women were pushed and knocked down under the shelves.

This triggered a massive stampede.

The blood-red cross of the Southern Yue Kingdom still hangs on the world map.

Two hours.

Twenty million people became rotten flesh in the belly of the demon wolf.

This apocalyptic vision shattered the so-called civilization and demeanor of the West.

Facing those ferocious beasts that even armored vehicles couldn't stop.

Faced with the profound civilization of China that is completely beyond our comprehension.

For the first time, these self-proclaimed noble foreigners experienced the vulnerability of being at the mercy of others.

The red cross of the Southern Yue Kingdom still hangs on the world map, and the tragedy of 20 million people turning into mincemeat in two hours is still vivid in our minds.

Faced with a monster that could crush everything, and with a profound cultural heritage that China could not comprehend at all.

For the first time, foreigners experienced a profound sense of powerlessness.

........

The space for national destiny.

The US military base.

The corpses of the demon wolves were piled up like mountains, and the blood was ankle-deep.

Jackson knelt in the blood, panting heavily, his muscles covered with deep, bone-revealing claw marks.

The seven wrecked bodies of the special forces team lay scattered not far away, and the Gauss machine gun was twisted into scrap metal.

He looked up at the synchronized battle display screen in mid-air.

The screen is playing a replay of kill footage from the Chinese side.

Ji Yuan coughed in the corner, while a million paper soldiers, wielding long spears, slaughtered the wolf king.

Concise and efficient.

Jackson's eye muscles twitched violently.

He exchanged for an advanced gene serum, gaining SS-level thunderstorms, and barely survived.

That sickly Huaxia guy threw away a handful of waste paper and solved the problem faster and cleaner than him.

Jackson stood up and casually tossed away the deformed metal mace.

For the first time, he turned his head and looked towards the direction representing the Chinese position deep in the void.

Arrogance and swagger completely vanished from his face.

His expression became more serious than ever before.

"Sir."

He pressed the communicator on his ear, his voice low and hoarse, "I need a detailed combat capability assessment report on the situation in China."

On the other end of the communicator, in the Pentagon's operations control room.

General Smith remained silent.

He couldn't produce a report.

The entire think tank of the United States could not even find the source of energy for those paper figures in its database.

..........

Japanese positions.

Yamamoto Itto leaned against the collapsed battlements.

His high-class samurai uniform was torn to shreds.

That alloy katana was full of nicks and chips.

His right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and blood dripped down the hilt of the knife.

All eight ninjas died.

He was the only one left.

He stared at the light screen, watching the heavily armored paper warriors whose formation was tight and whose sword-wielding movements were precise and without any unnecessary flourishes.

Yamamoto Itto closed his eyes.

He always regarded the "draw sword strike" as the ultimate principle, believing that personal force was the only way to break the deadlock.

But in the face of a million-strong army and an impenetrable battle formation, his Bushido spirit seemed ridiculously cheap.

He dared not watch the live broadcast from China anymore.

That would destroy his belief in continuing to wield the knife.

............

South Korea's position.

Park Ji-sung slumped down on the sandy ground, a mixture of mud and blood.

The 300-meter-high Holy Light Shield was just shattered by the Wolf King, and two teammates had their necks bitten off by the demon wolves.

He held the bottle of recovery potion, his hands trembling so much he couldn't bring it to his lips.

Seeing the situation in China, Park Ji-sung gritted his teeth.

"This is sorcery...it must be a false illusion."

He muttered to himself, trying to appear calm, "The Holy Light of Korea is the purest power; they must have paid the price of sacrificing their lives..."

The scepter fell to the ground.

He didn't even have the strength to pick it up.

Compared to the collapse and fear in the outside world.

More than three billion Chinese people are finally able to hold their heads high.

[The sickly scholar is awesome! Paper soldiers pave the way, all evils retreat!]

Why are the foreigners quiet now? Where did their arrogance go? Keep typing!

[That's the third one! Only three people have actually fought so far! There are still five who haven't made a move!]

What kind of lineup is this? Is it an All-Star AFK team?

[The first group was Grandpa Guan chopping wood, the second was Master Ma walking his dog, and the third was Young Master Ji folding paper. I don't know if they're fighting a war or performing a talent show!]

[Where's that white pig who boasted about watching China be destroyed? I've already sent him the battle report from the Southern Yue Kingdom via private message. Hopefully, he can sleep soundly tonight.]

[Let's grab a stool and wait for the fourth wave, to see who the next big boss will be.]

I'm guessing that five-year-old girl is about to make her move; she might just slap the sky and make a hole in it.

【..........】

Yanjing.

Strategic command center 100 meters underground.

Minister Chen picked up the now-cold tea, drank it all in one gulp, and slammed the teacup heavily on the table.

"Have you identified the energy fluctuations?"

Minister Chen looked at the technical table.

Staff Officer Li's hands flew across the keyboard, bringing up several sets of data charts.

"Commander, when Comrade Ji Yuan folded the paper, the yin energy of the earth veins of seven ancient battlefields in our country resonated in unison. He not only invoked the national destiny, but also drew upon the heroic spirits of the Chinese people over thousands of years."

Staff Officer Li stood up straight and reported loudly, "His vital signs haven't dropped at all. Absolutely no damage!"

Zhou Yaoguo straightened the collar of his military uniform.

The lines on his face completely relaxed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the thin figure squatting on the ground drawing circles on the big screen.

"The craftsmanship passed down from our ancestors, combined with the nation's destiny and heritage, is our nuclear weapon."

The old general's voice was loud and clear: "Outsiders laugh at us for giving up system enhancement. They simply don't understand that the accumulation of five thousand years of Chinese civilization is far beyond what a few gene serums can provide."

Minister Chen nodded in agreement.

He shifted his gaze to Chen Xiao in the corner of the screen, and to the black wooden coffin covered in green rust.

The methods employed by these three individuals were truly astonishing.

What power is hidden among the core of these eight people, the young man who has been holding the coffin without saying a word?

One minute left in the countdown.

Some smaller countries are still struggling to hold on.

Cold weapons broke, and screams rose and fell.

The surviving players were cornered by the demonic wolves, using their own flesh and blood to block the monsters' charge.

ten seconds.

Five seconds.

three seconds.

The system's cold, mechanical voice resounded throughout the entire planet, drowning out the sounds of battle from all the battlefields.

[Third wave of monsters siege, time's up.]

At the city gates of various countries, all the surviving Wild Wolf Demons and Bloodthirsty Wolf Kings froze in their tracks.

It then turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated in the wind.

The survivors collapsed to the ground, breathing in the blood-stained air.

A brief period of calm.

The dark red single eye in the sky suddenly spun violently, emitting a blinding red light.

Settlement begins.

[WARNING: In this siege, the defenses of forty-five nations have collapsed.]

[The elimination list is being generated.]

[The punishment mechanism will be immediately synchronized with Earth.]

The blood-red text was frozen in time on the retinas of all humankind.