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

The blood-patterned iron sword was completely removed from its sheath.

Clang!

The sound of swords clashing rang out, and the yellow sand in front of the city gate retreated to both sides at the same time.

Guan Shan stood directly in front of the bronze city, holding a knife in one hand.

He didn't look at the advancing bone shield formation; his gaze first swept over the left and right flanks, then fell on the back of the city wall.

The 30,000 war demons have been divided into eight military formations.

The shield-bearers advanced steadily from the front.

The spearmen hid behind the shield wall, with energy tubes at the tips of their spears connected to the ground.

The hunters on both flanks used the sand dunes to conceal themselves, while hundreds of burrowing beasts sank underground and circled around the base of the city wall to the rear.

If they have no blind spots, then create blind spots.

The monster commander, riding on the back of a multi-legged behemoth, raised the bone flag, his deep blue eyes fixed on Guanshan.

Instead of urging an attack, it changed its flag signals three times in succession.

The vanguard slowed down.

Flanking from both sides.

The underground troops breached the city first.

It is waiting for Guan Shan to draw his sword.

The monsters have clearly obtained footage of the first round of battles.

They knew that this man had once severed the heads of ten thousand armored wolves with a single horizontal slash.

Therefore, they increased the spacing to twenty meters.

Each square was separated by sand dunes and trenches.

Even if Guan Shan slashed horizontally again, the blade could not cover all eight directions at the same time.

The monster commander lowered the bone flag, his mouth splitting open to reveal two rows of black teeth.

It learned about human warfare.

They also learned how to target the strong.

On the global sky, a dense barrage of comments rolled across the screen.

They knew what happened in the first round! This formation was specifically set up to counter Guanshan!

[Surrounded on all sides, with burrowing beasts lurking underground, a single attack simply cannot stop them!]

Don't the Chinese like to wipe out the enemy with a single blow? Let him chop now!

[The monsters can even replay their battles now, how are we supposed to defend?]

Master Guan, don't be impulsive! They're just trying to trick you into using your knife!

[Hasn't the city formation already merged with the giant city? Let's have Grandpa Luo activate the formation first!]

[No, Guan Shan stepping forward means this wave is still his.]

In the first round, he killed wolves; in the second round, he can't possibly kill them from all eight directions at once, can he?

Don't forget that after the nation's fortune surpassed 200, the abilities of all eight gatekeepers were upgraded!

The knife is still the same knife, but the person is no longer the same as in the first round.

【How about we have all eight of us go together?】

【..........】

The underground command center in Yanjing.

The 3D sandbox marks the monsters' marching routes with eight red lines.

Staff Officer Li stared at the underground exploration map, speaking rapidly: "Three hundred and twenty burrowing beasts, forty meters deep, have already bypassed the front. They are expected to reach the city wall base in forty-five seconds."

"And in the air?"

Zhou Yaoguo asked.

"There are still six hundred gliding mutants hiding in the upper layer of the black mist, not yet diving down."

A tactical expert watched the constantly changing formation, his back already soaked with sweat.

This is standard multi-service coordination.

Shieldbearers draw the main force, Hunters provide distraction, Burrowers destroy the foundation, and air units are responsible for breaching walls and eliminating the enemy.

The monster commander even left a reserve force of a thousand men, ready to fill any gaps that were torn open.

Even a modern mechanized force would find it difficult to complete a more meticulous deployment in such a short time.

"Sir, the first strike from Guanshan has a limited coverage radius."

The tactician whispered, "If he attacks the front, the flanks will reach the walls within ten seconds. If he attacks the flanks first, the shieldbearers will charge in unison."

Zhou Yaoguo did not answer.

He saw Guan Shan in the picture slowly lower the tip of his knife towards the ground.

It's not the starting stance for a horizontal slash.

Behind the sand dunes, the monster commander also noticed the change.

The blue light in its eyes flashed twice.

The bone flag suddenly pointed forward!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

All eight military formations accelerated simultaneously.

Three thousand bone shields were pieced together to form a high wall, with dark red patterns lighting up one by one.

Thousands of spears passed over the shield formation, their tips gathering black arcs of electricity.

A muffled sound came from underground.

Hundreds of soil lines rose up on the sandy ground behind the city gate.

The black mist in the sky dissipated, and the gliding monster spread its bone wings, swooping down on the heads of the eight gatekeepers.

They launched a full-scale offensive from the outset.

..........

Inside the Pentagon's temporary command center, Smith suddenly stood up.

"Record all attack paths!"

The technician typed rapidly: "Eight ground clusters, two concealed units. The Chinese target must choose its primary attack direction within three seconds."

Smith stared at Guan Shan, breathing heavily.

He didn't believe that someone wielding a cold weapon could handle ten levels of attack simultaneously.

In the first round, those monsters will just line up to die.

This time is different.

Monsters can think, they can calculate, and they will risk their lives to gain tactical space.

As long as a burrowing beast crashes into the city wall, it will prove that China is not invincible.

"Draw your sword."

Smith lowered his voice, "Let me see which side you save first."

"China...this time, you're not dead yet?!"

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

In front of the city gate of Huaxia.

Guan Shan suddenly laughed.

"The arrangement looks quite professional."

Old Luo, holding the bronze compass, raised his eyelids slightly upon hearing this: "Want me to save you two? I just warmed up the array plate."

"Need not."

Guan Shan took a half step forward with his right foot.

Chen Xiao sat beside the black wooden coffin, his palm pressed against the coffin lid, clearly feeling the steady heartbeat inside.

thump.

As his heartbeat subsided, the bloodstains on the Guanshan sword brightened by an inch.

thump.

As the second heartbeat subsided, the light around the blade became misaligned.

That knife was originally an ordinary iron knife that Su Chen gave to Guan Shan in the snowy northwest plains.

For twenty years, Guan Shan drew his sword 20,000 times a day, nourishing the blade with his qi and blood, and sharpening its edge with the wind and snow of the border.

After the first round of national fortune arrived, China offered personal rewards eight times in a row, and the national fortune went from decline to breaking through two hundred.

Every bit of national fortune increases the strength of the Bagua formation's core.

For every bit of strength gained by the eight people, Su Chen, who was sleeping in the center of the formation, would awaken a bit more.

Every time Su Chen recovers a bit of power, he sends it back to his eight disciples.

This is a closed loop.

The nation nurtures its people.

People are guarding the country.

Master sits in the center, transforming the aspirations of 1.4 billion people into eight great paths to heaven.

Today, the iron knife in Guan Shan's hand is no longer ordinary iron.

It carries the sword's momentum left from twenty years of drawing its blade, the earth's vein power gathered at the Northwest array eye, and the third stage of authority bestowed upon Guanshan by the fate of the Chinese nation—the power to sever boundaries.

The first stage is to sever the physical body.

The second stage is to cut off energy.

The third stage, cutting space.

Even after the monsters dispersed, they still stood in the same space.

This is enough.

Guan Shan gripped the hilt with both hands and raised the blood-patterned iron sword above his head.

Upon seeing this, the monster commander's bone flag began to vibrate continuously.

All the troops dispersed again.

The shield bearers crouched, their spears fired in unison, while hunters leaped up from the left and right flanks.

At the same time, the underground burrowing beasts broke through the soil, their sharp mouthparts already close to the foundation of the city wall.

Guan Shan didn't even glance at it.

He only said three words.

"Jie, open the door."

The blade fell vertically.

There was no sword energy covering the wasteland.

There was no deafening explosion.

The blood-patterned iron blade sliced ​​through the empty air in front of Guan Shan from top to bottom.

laugh--

A black line appeared between heaven and earth.

A black line descended from the sky, stretching straight into the depths of the wasteland.

The next second, the black lines spread out to the left and right.

The sky is broken.

The wasteland is gone.

A spatial rift stretching tens of kilometers across the center of the battlefield.

There was no light, no sand, and no sound inside the crack.

The edges continued to crumble, and the cracks spread simultaneously in eight directions.

The monster commander threw away the bone flag for the first time.

It wanted to back away.

The multi-legged behemoth beneath their feet was pulled toward the crack by an invisible force.

Three thousand shield soldiers planted their bone shields into the ground, illuminating all the dark red patterns on the shields.

They tried to form a defensive array, but the suction force did not act on flesh and blood, but on the space beneath their feet.

Large sections of the ground were peeling off.

The shield array, along with thousands of tons of sand, slid into the darkness.

The spearman turned and ran, but his body was stretched into a distorted afterimage.

The hunter plunged his bone blade into the hill, and the entire dune vanished from the wasteland in the next instant.

The burrowing beasts, which had just broken through the ground, only showed half of their bodies when the surrounding space suddenly collapsed, swallowing them up along with the underground passage.

The gliding monster high in the sky flapped its wings frantically.

The more they flew, the closer they got to the crack.

Once space loses its direction, up and down, left and right, and front and back no longer exist.

Eight military formations.

Thirty thousand war demons.

Ten levels of attack.

No matter where they hide, no matter how far apart their formations are, as long as they are on the battlefield designated by Guanshan, they have no chance of escape.

The monster commander gripped the back of the multi-legged behemoth, issuing urgent commands from his throat.

No one responded.

It looked back and saw that seven of the eight military formations had disappeared.

Its proud tactics, military formations, and troop coordination all became a joke after the space itself was cut apart.

Guanshan stared at it from several kilometers away.

"You're quite smart."

Don't use it next time.

With a flick of his wrist, the iron sword was sheathed.

Click.

The spatial rift suddenly closed.

The monster commander and the last reserve force were trapped between the two layers of space, and their figures disappeared on the spot.

The wind blew across the wasteland once more.

Not a single corpse was left behind among the thirty thousand monsters.