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

The soul-chilling sawing sound finally stopped.

Han Xin gasped sharply, like a drowning man finally surfacing. He instinctively touched his head, but the expected scene of his brains splattering did not appear. Instead, he felt a cold, hard, yet intricately textured sensation.

A silver metal ring was firmly fastened to his forehead, as if it had taken root and grown into his flesh.

"woke up?"

Su Ming, with his smug face, leaned closer, holding a rag stained with engine oil, and asked with a grin, "How does it feel? Don't you feel like your brain has never been so clear? Do you feel like... your intelligence has taken over?"

Han Xin ignored him.

He stared blankly at the world before him.

changed.

Everything has changed.

The once dimly lit hall was now filled with countless flowing lines in his eyes. He could clearly see the trajectory of dust particles floating in the air, the faint red light emanating from Su Ming's body, and even "see" the frequency of the slight pulsation of the corpse core inside the Black Iron Warrior's body in the distance.

His eyes were no longer clear black and white, but instead glowed with two eerie blue lights, like will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the deep sea.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?"

Han Xin trembled as he reached out to tear off the metal ring on his head, only to find that it didn't budge and was even slightly warming up with his thoughts, making his mind race at an alarming speed.

"Don't bother, that's a [brainwave amplifier], it's part of your body now."

Su Ming slapped his hand away and started to persuade him like a salesman, "Come on, I'll take you to a good place to check out the goods."

...

An incense stick later, the huge training ground outside Youdu City, which was originally used to execute criminals, was set up.

At this moment, this place has become a chaotic battlefield where demons run rampant.

Thirty thousand low-level zombies, recently transformed from the battlefield, are imprisoned here. Lacking intelligence and discipline, they are currently tearing at each other and roaring in famine; the scene is as chaotic as a pot of boiling porridge.

The deafening roars of the corpses were so loud they gave one a headache.

Ying Zheng stood on the high platform for reviewing his troops, his brows furrowed, clearly dissatisfied with this rabble.

"Imperial Advisor, is this the army you spoke of?"

Ying Zheng pointed at the chaotic horde of monsters below. "If we expect these mad dogs to fight, they'll start biting each other before they even encounter the enemy. I need an army, not wild beasts!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

Su Ming calmly pushed the still bewildered Han Xin to the forefront.

"General Han, please."

Su Ming pointed at the 30,000 restless zombies below, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Try using your brain to 'talk' to them. Don't just shout, think about it."

Looking at the rotting, pus-filled faces below, Han Xin felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

What the hell can we talk about? Should we discuss whether to have braised human hands or steamed human legs for dinner tonight?

"I…"

Han Xin was about to refuse when a blue light suddenly flashed from the metal ring on his forehead.

"Buzz—"

In that instant, a strange sensation, like an electric current, coursed through his entire body.

His consciousness seemed to spread out instantly, transforming into an invisible net that swept across the entire training ground from the high platform.

At that moment, he felt that he was no longer alone.

He is the…brain of these 30,000 monsters!

The chaotic roars were instantly analyzed in his mind into simple and direct signal nodes. He could feel the hunger, agitation, and... blankness of waiting for commands in each zombie.

It felt like the strings of a marionette were being held in his hands.

Han Xin's expression changed.

From initial resistance and disgust, it gradually transformed into an unbelievable shock and finally into fanaticism.

"Quiet."

He didn't open his mouth, but simply gave a simple instruction in his mind.

next second.

A miracle happened.

The 30,000 zombies, who were originally in a state of uproar and tearing each other apart, seemed to have been suddenly put on pause.

All the roaring stopped abruptly.

All the movements were frozen in time.

The entire drill ground was deathly silent except for the sound of the wind rustling through the banners.

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up, and a terrifying light burst forth from his green vertical pupils.

"stand at attention!"

Han Xin's idea stirred again.

"boom!"

Thirty thousand zombies simultaneously retracted their feet, straightened their chests, and raised their heads.

The synchronized footsteps converged into a thunderous roar that shook the earth.

Not a single zombie hesitated, not a single movement was superfluous. That absolute obedience, that effortless fluidity, sent chills down Han Xin's spine and gave him goosebumps.

With trembling hands, he tried to direct a squad of zombies in a complex flanking maneuver.

perfect!

There was no delay, no fear, and no chaos caused by not understanding military orders!

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Han Xin suddenly covered his face and let out a fit of manic laughter.

He laughed for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, laughing until tears streamed down his face (although what came out was now blue coolant).

In the past, when he led troops, he had to worry about supplies, morale, and soldiers deserting in the face of battle, and he had to spend a lot of time explaining tactics.

But now?

As long as he has a thought, these monsters will carry it out without hesitation, even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, or even if there is an abyss ahead!

What is this?

This is the ultimate army that military strategists have always dreamed of!

Compared to these obedient corpse puppets, those living people are simply trash! A burden!

"Thump!"

Han Xin suddenly turned around to face Su Ming and Ying Zheng, and knelt heavily on one knee, his knee shattering the bluestone slabs of the command platform.

He raised his head, and where was the trace of his previous resistance and aloofness in his deep blue eyes?

That was pure fervor, the obsession of finding the love of one's life!

"Imperial Advisor! Your Majesty!"

Han Xin's voice became hoarse with excitement, "These soldiers... I'm taking them! Nobody can take them from me!"

"What's this talk of the underworld? Winning battles is the only way to live!"

"I, Han Xin, have led troops my whole life, and I've never fought such a rich and rewarding battle! This feeling... is fucking amazing!"

Su Ming crossed his arms, a knowing smile on his face saying, "I knew you'd actually like it," and asked:

"Don't you find it disgusting? Don't you think it goes against the natural order?"

"Disgusting my foot!"

Han Xin waved his hand with boundless pride, declaring, "As long as we win, I'll take on anything, even zombies or rats!"

"but…"

Han Xin touched his still throbbing stomach (although he had become a zombie, his thirst for energy remained), and his eyes turned greedy as he stared intently at Su Ming:

"Grand Preceptor, if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it. My mind is working too fast right now, and I'm starving."

"Just give me enough to eat! Just give me meat! Give me enough energy bars!"

Han Xin suddenly stood up, pointed to the gloomy sky above, and made a deafening vow:

"Give me 100,000 ghost soldiers, and I, Han Xin, can... tear a hole in the sky!"

"good!"

Emperor Ying Zheng was overjoyed and waved his sleeve, "Granted! Plenty of meat! Plenty of veins! I will make you the one and only... Ghost General in this world!"

Just as the emperor and his ministers were enjoying themselves and preparing for a major undertaking.

"Report—!!!"

A long, mournful howl shattered the frenzied atmosphere on the training ground.

A blood-soaked Black Ice Guard assassin rode a fast horse into the training ground. Before the horse could even come to a complete stop, he tumbled off the horse and collapsed at Ying Zheng's feet.

"Your Majesty! Urgent report!"

The assassin raised the blood-stained bamboo slip in his hand, his voice trembling with boundless terror:

"The South... the South has rebelled!"

"Xiang Yu has assembled a coalition army of six states, boasting an army of 500,000, and has already breached Wuguan Pass, marching in a mighty force towards Hangu Pass!"

"They...they're using the banner of 'slaying demons and purging the court of corrupt officials,' claiming they're going to raze Youdu to the ground!"

Ying Zheng's smile froze instantly.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes, and the teacup in his hand was instantly crushed into powder.

Han Xin slowly turned around, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light as he looked south, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Five hundred thousand living people?"

"Excellent... My army is short of food."