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

"These are... clothes?"

Honglian pinched the shiny black leather jacket between two fingers, her face filled with disgust and shock.

The fabric (actually some kind of mutated animal hide) felt slippery and cold to the touch, but that wasn't the point. The point was the size and the cut—it was so tight it was suffocating!

"How can I wear this? It'll be so embarrassing!"

Honglian gestured, noting that the leather jacket had a low-cut neckline and strange leather buckles hanging on the side of the thigh.

"Stop talking nonsense and put it on!"

Su Ming, like a heartless devilish drill instructor, held a pointer (actually a corpse-driving whip) and banged it on the table.

"This is tactical clothing! Don't you even know what tactics are?"

"Those flowing robes you used to wear, while they looked elegant and ethereal, are a real hindrance in a fight! The excessive wind resistance not only hinders agility but also makes it easy for the enemy to find openings!"

Su Ming was talking nonsense with a straight face:

"This combat suit utilizes biomimicry principles, conforming to muscle lines to minimize air resistance. Furthermore, the leather has been soaked in corpse oil, making it impervious to blades, bullets, water, and fire!"

"Hurry up! You only have one incense stick's time. If you don't do it right, I'll deduct your salary... oh no, I'll deduct your energy!"

Under Su Ming's tyranny (and his thirst for energy), the several stunning beauties could only grit their teeth, clutch their clothes, and crawl behind the screen.

A rustling sound of clothes being undressed came from behind.

With his back to the screen, Su Ming listened to the suggestive sound. Although he tried his best to maintain the rigor of a scientist, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly.

This is hardly a special forces team.

This is clearly every man's ultimate dream!

After an incense stick has burned.

"Okay...okay."

From behind the screen came the voice of Duanmu Rong, filled with shame and indignation.

"Come out and show yourself!" Su Ming turned around, his eyes widening instantly.

"hiss--"

Although he was mentally prepared, when these five beauties with different styles stood in front of him in matching black tight-fitting tactical uniforms, Su Ming still felt a burning sensation in his nose and almost vomited blood on the spot.

That's...absolutely amazing!

Shao Siming was tall and slender, her bodysuit accentuating her perfect waist-to-hip ratio. Her purple hair cascaded over her black leather coat, exuding a deadly wildness amidst her cold beauty.

Honglian was fiery and alluring, her tactical uniform stretched to its limit, with two crimson daggers strapped to her outer thighs, making her look like a black rose with thorns.

The Snow Woman is as cold and aloof as ice, and the stark contrast between black and white gives her an alluring, ascetic quality.

With a scalpel in her hand and a first-aid kit hanging from her waist, Duanmu Rong's intellectual and violent contrast is so endearing that it's hard to look away.

As for Xiaomeng...

Although she was still developing, this outfit completely destroyed her aloof and ethereal aura, making her look like a dark Lolita who hadn't grown up yet.

"Have you seen enough?"

Shao Siming spoke coldly, her hand already on the dagger at her waist.

"Ahem! Be serious!"

Su Ming quickly wiped away non-existent drool, put on a stern face, and began assigning tasks.

"From this day forward, you are the sharpest blade of my Great Qin Dynasty—the [Black Widow] Squad!"

He pointed at Shao Siming:

"You're the captain, codename 'Violet.' You're responsible for mid-to-long-range magic damage output, and also serve as my personal... cough, personal bodyguard."

Shao Siming nodded expressionlessly, which was taken as acceptance.

Then it points to the red lotus:

"Your codename is 'Red Serpent.' You're in charge of demolitions and arson. I've noticed you have quite a temper, so that's perfect. Those disobedient enemies will be your responsibility—burn them to ashes."

Honglian licked her lips, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes. Playing with fire? She liked it.

"Snow Woman, codename 'Echoes of the Past.' In charge of sonic control and mental interference. Whether human or ghost, anyone who hears your music will have to cry for their mother."

The Snow Woman gripped the jade flute tightly in her hand. Although humiliated, she had to admit that the feeling of being in control of the entire situation... wasn't so bad.

"Duanmu Rong, codename 'White Coat.' You are the team medic, and also the only 'conscience.' Remember, save those you can, and for those you can't save... dismantle the usable parts and bring them back."

Duanmu Rong: "..."

Finally, Su Ming looked at Xiao Meng.

"Your codename is 'Sky Dream.' You're in charge of mental reconnaissance and radar scanning. Activate your divine perception to its maximum; within a ten-mile radius, you must be able to distinguish not only people, but even the sex of a mouse!"

Xiaomeng snorted coldly and turned her head away, clearly dissatisfied with the code name and mission, but her body language betrayed her by not objecting.

"very good!"

Su Ming nodded in satisfaction. "Now, let's begin the special training!"

Over the next few days, a brutal and inhumane training session took place in the open space outside the alchemy room.

Su Ming stopped teaching them music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Instead, he taught them how to kill people in the fastest, most ruthless, and most unethical way.

"Red Lotus! The fire isn't big enough! Is that roasted sweet potato? I want an explosion! Don't you understand what an explosion is?"

"Snow Woman! Stop being so sentimental! The sound waves need to be sharp! They need to be piercing! They need to make people's brains boil!"

"Xiaomeng! Stop posing! The mental attack needs to be ruthless! Just stab him in the brain!"

Under Su Ming's "inhuman" training, these originally high and mighty goddesses were forced to learn infiltration, assassination, and even "corpse disguise".

Their eyes changed.

It has lost some of its gentleness and gained more sharpness and severity.

When they lined up again, the menacing aura they exuded was so overwhelming that even the passing Black Iron Warriors had to give way.

"It's done."

Looking at the killing machine in front of him, composed entirely of stunningly beautiful women, Su Ming felt a surge of immense accomplishment.

This is the team he wanted!

Beautiful, and deadly!

"An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one."

Su Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant east, towards the direction of Sishui County.

"Although the 'beauty trap' of the six kingdoms was a joke, their desire to rebel has not died."

"Especially those two guys..."

Su Ming narrowed his eyes, and the names that were enough to shake the foundation of the Qin Dynasty came to mind—Xiang Yu and Liu Bang.

Xiang Yu, that muscle-bound brute, is currently busy lifting the cauldron to build up his muscles, so he won't be able to cause any trouble for the time being.

But that Liu Bang...

This old rogue may seem like a scoundrel, but luck is a mysterious thing. If left unchecked, he'll become a menace sooner or later.

"Perfect, let him be your practice subject."

Su Ming turned around, took out a map from his sleeve, and slammed it heavily on the table.

"At your command!"

The five women stood at attention in unison, their disciplined tactical bearing a sight to behold.

"Target: Pei County."

Su Ming pointed his finger at the inconspicuous little county town on the map, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"Mission: Capture Liu Ji (Liu Bang) and Fan Kuai, the pig butcher beside him."

"Remember, I want to live."

"Especially that Liu Ji, don't let his words fool you. If you see him, knock him unconscious first, then bring him back!"

"yes!"

The five women responded in unison, their voices clear and crisp, yet carrying a metallic quality.

"Set off!"

With Su Ming's command, five black shadows vanished into the night in an instant, like five black nightingales, swooping down on the Sishui Pavilion Chief who was unaware of the impending disaster.

……

Pei County, dog meat shop.

It was already late at night, but the dilapidated little shop was still brightly lit, with the sounds of drinking games and cursing rising and falling.

It was full of the lively atmosphere of everyday life, a world apart from the gloomy and terrifying Youdu.

"Drink! All of you, drink it all!"

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a full beard and his clothes open, stood with one foot on a stool, holding a chipped bowl in his hand, shouting with a flushed face.

He wasn't exactly handsome, and even had a somewhat roguish look, but his eyes possessed a shrewdness that made people want to get close to him.

It was none other than the famous Sishui Pavilion Chief, Liu Ji, who later became Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang.

"Brother, stop drinking."

A burly butcher with a menacing face, holding a freshly cooked dog leg in his hand, advised, "I heard things haven't been peaceful lately. There are rumors of ghosts in Xianyang."

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Liu Bang let out a burp, slammed his bowl on the table, pointed in the direction of Xianyang, and looked at him with disdain:

"What ghost story? That's all that old codger Ying Zheng playing tricks!"

"Fan Kuai, just you wait and see."

Liu Bang's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, but he couldn't hide the fleeting ambition that crossed them:

"That Qin Shi Huang is probably nearing his end. This empire... is bound to descend into chaos sooner or later!"

"A true man should be born into this world to wield a three-foot sword and achieve unparalleled feats! When the time is right, I'll go to Xianyang, sit on that dragon throne, and taste what it's like to be an emperor! Hahaha!"

"Hush! Brother, be careful what you say!"

Fan Kuai was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth, saying, "If the Qin officials hear this, they'll be beheaded!"

"Beheading? Who dares to behead me?"

Liu Bang shoved Fan Kuai aside, about to continue his boasting.

Sudden.

"Ring ring—"

The wind chimes on the door curtain rang.

A night breeze, carrying a faint fragrance yet chilling to the bone, suddenly swept into the bustling dog meat shop.