Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

In the dark and damp cave, the candlelight cast a dim yellow glow, stretching the shadows of the group into something resembling menacing ghosts.

The atmosphere here was even heavier than the night outside.

Xiang Yu sat in the main seat, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his face ashen. Just moments ago, the news of Gai Nie's defeat in Xianyang and his capture as a "blood bag" had completely shattered any remaining hope among those present.

Even the Sword Saint knelt down.

That was the legendary successor of the strategist, whose anger could terrify the feudal lords; he was the pinnacle of martial prowess in this era. And what happened? He didn't even manage to harm a hair on that sorcerer's head; instead, he became someone else's experimental subject.

"This war is unwinnable."

In the corner, a fat man dressed in fine clothes but with a greasy face—Han Wang'an—broke the silence, trembling, "Even Mr. Gai Nie... If we all go up there, aren't we just food for those red-haired monsters?"

"Shut up!"

Xiang Yu glared at him, causing King Han An to shrink back in fear. "We haven't lost yet! As long as the men of Jiangdong remain, as long as my Overlord Spear remains, the Great Chu will not perish!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

Zhang Liang, who had been waving a feather fan (actually a tattered palm-leaf fan), stood up. This young man, known as the "Sage of Strategy," now had an almost maniacal gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

"In a direct confrontation, we are indeed no match for that sorcerer Su Ming. His methods are too bizarre; his zombie army that doesn't need to sleep, and Wang Jian who can fly, are completely beyond the scope of military strategy."

Zhang Liang walked to the map, pointed heavily at the words "Xianyang," and said with certainty, "However, all mortals have weaknesses. Although Su Ming's demonic powers are extraordinary, he is still a human being, and as a human being, he has emotions and desires."

"Zifang, just say what you have to say, don't keep me in suspense." Fan Zeng tapped his cane.

"According to the intelligence risked their lives to be relayed back by the assassins who infiltrated Xianyang Palace..."

Zhang Liang lowered his voice, a strange expression on his face that was difficult to say but had to say, "That Su Ming, his private life is extremely chaotic, you could even say... he's utterly debauched."

Everyone was stunned, and their ears immediately perked up.

"What do you mean?"

"Please take a look, everyone." Zhang Liang took out a bamboo scroll and read aloud, "The Yin-Yang School's Junior Master of Fate entered the palace to assassinate someone, but that very night Su Ming kept him in the alchemy room. Unspeakable sounds were heard all night long. The next day, he emerged from the room leaning against the wall, looking dazed."

"Look at this one: Yu Ji, a dancer from the Chu Kingdom, was dragged into an ice cellar by Su Ming on the very night she entered the palace. The two fought fiercely in the water until dawn. When Yu Ji came out, her clothes were disheveled, and she cried out that she didn't want to live anymore."

A collective gasp filled the hall.

"hiss--"

"This sorcerer... has such a good physique?" Liu Bang subconsciously touched his own kidneys, a hint of envy showing in his eyes.

"That's his Achilles' heel!"

Zhang Liang slammed the bamboo slips shut, his eyes gleaming. "He's greedy for money, which we might not be able to afford; he's power-hungry, but Ying Zheng has already appointed him as the Grand Tutor. His lust... that's our only weakness!"

"Since a direct attack won't work, let's use a 'soft approach'!"

"Sugar-coated bullets! A haven of gentle pleasures! A graveyard for heroes!"

Zhang Liang's voice echoed in the hall, carrying a resolute ruthlessness: "We must make him obsessed with beauty, make him toil day and night, make him expend all his energy on women's bellies! Once his body is hollowed out, will he still have the energy to do any 'corpse path research'? Will he still have the brain to command those zombies?"

"Once Su Ming is crippled, that red-haired monster Ying Zheng will be a toothless tiger!"

These words were truly a wake-up call.

Although it may sound a bit underhanded, everyone here is a seasoned politician. As long as they can win, they would hesitate to give away anything, not just beautiful women, but even their own mothers.

"That makes sense...that makes perfect sense."

Fan Zeng stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly. "This is the highest level of 'strategic maneuvering.' Moreover, we can't send ordinary, common women. They must be stunning beauties, of noble status, and irresistible to him!"

All eyes turned to the few former royal family members of the six kingdoms huddled in the corner.

"King Han, I've heard that your beloved Princess Honglian is naturally alluring and also skilled in poisons?" Zhang Liang looked over with a smile.

Han Wang'an's fat trembled with fright: "This... Honglian has a fierce temperament, and she also practices poison. What if..."

"A fiery temper is a good thing!"

Liu Bang slapped his thigh, "That sorcerer has a heavy taste, he likes this kind of exciting stuff! Besides, Princess Honglian is skilled in using poison, so we can find an opportunity to... hehe, give him something strong in bed."

"As for Yan, although Miss Xue Nu is wandering the world, if she is offered the great benefits of restoring her country, she would probably be willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good."

"The State of Wei..."

"The State of Zhao..."

A "beauty pageant" that would determine the fate of six nations was thus held in this dark cave.

Everyone went to great lengths to assemble a "women's army" capable of draining Su Ming's life dry. Princesses, saintesses, courtesans, and even famous female warriors from the martial arts world—anyone with even a modicum of beauty was on the list.

"This is an open conspiracy."

Zhang Liang looked at the list, a cold smile playing on his lips. "We'll send it out in a grand display! Officially, it'll be a 'marriage alliance,' a 'submission,' a 'gift' to the Grand Preceptor of Qin!"

"Ying Zheng now considers himself a god, so he certainly wouldn't refuse the vanity of all nations paying tribute. And Su Ming, that lecherous fiend, seeing so many stunning beauties offered to him, can he resist?"

"If he accepts it, this 'soft knife' will have been plunged into the heart of the Qin Dynasty!"

Although Xiang Yu felt this move wasn't honorable and didn't quite fit his overlordly character, the thought of Yu Ji still suffering at the hands of that sorcerer made him grit his teeth and slam his fist on the table.

"Granted!"

"Tell those women that they are not going to serve the emperor, they are going to fight! They are going to fight for the revival of the six kingdoms, even from the bedchamber!"

……

a few days later.

Outside the city of Youdu (Xianyang), on the official road leading to the city gate, an extremely strange and massive caravan appeared.

This convoy was not carrying provisions or weapons; instead, it consisted entirely of pink horse-drawn carriages.

The convoy stretched for miles, carrying a fragrant breeze.

Each carriage was adorned with exquisite wind chimes, which tinkled melodiously as the wheels rolled. Light gauze curtains fluttered in the wind, and one could vaguely see that those seated inside were all beauties with graceful figures and unparalleled looks.

This is no diplomatic mission; it's clearly a group of celestial maidens descending to earth for a collective outing.

However, beneath this alluring facade lies a chilling and deadly aura.

On the shafts of every carriage were engraved the oldest curse runes of the six kingdoms; in the sleeves and hair of every beauty lay deadly poisons and sharp blades.

This is the last trump card of the six kingdoms—the [Red Skull Legion].

On the city floor.

Meng Tian, ​​who was on duty, pushed off his mask, revealing a face covered in stubble. He looked down at the caravan below, which seemed capable of bewitching one's soul, and took a deep sniff. The strong scent of cosmetics actually overpowered the original stench of corpses in Youdu City.

"Goodness..."

Meng Tian swallowed hard, then turned to his adjutant beside him, "Quickly report to His Majesty and the Imperial Advisor!"

"Those bastards from the six kingdoms... they've emptied their coffers to send 'military rations' to the Grand Tutor!"

at the same time.

Su Ming, who was studying the "Human Meridian Chart" with Shao Siming in the alchemy room, suddenly sneezed three times in a row.

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"

Su Ming rubbed his nose, looking bewildered: "Who's cursing me? Or... is some fool trying to get themselves killed?"

He walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside.

In the distance, towards the city gate, auspicious clouds stretched and fragrant mist swirled, and a strange sense of crisis (or perhaps a premonition of a romantic calamity) crept up my spine.

"This feeling..."

Su Ming squinted at the pinkish cloud and murmured to himself:

"How can this be more unsettling than facing an army of 100,000?"