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

Outside Hangu Pass, the setting sun bleeds like blood.

But that wasn't a true sunset; it was the sky stained crimson by the torches and banners held high by the 500,000-strong allied army from six nations, and by the overwhelming aura of bloodlust. The wind whipped up yellow sand and howled through the canyon, but it couldn't drown out the neighing of warhorses and the clashing of swords emanating from the camps stretching for dozens of miles.

"Five hundred thousand living people..."

Su Ming stood atop the Hangu Pass city gate, which had been reinforced three times and was now pitch black, still holding a glass of bright red tomato juice in his hand, and greedily gazing through a monocular telescope at the ocean of life below that teemed with life like an ant colony.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, and his eyes looked like those of a miser who had spotted an unattended mountain of gold.

"Han Xin is right, this isn't a war, it's clearly a grand opening sale at a buffet!"

Opposite him, several miles away, was the Allied forces' front line.

A large banner embroidered with the huge character "Chu" fluttered in the wind. Beneath the banner, a magnificent warhorse, jet black with snow-white hooves, pawed the ground restlessly, exhaling two puffs of white breath from its nostrils.

Xiang Yu's bare upper body, his bronze muscles gleaming in the setting sun, seemed to contain explosive power. He held the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, and his double pupils burned with a fury and fighting spirit capable of incinerating the heavens and earth.

"roar--!!!"

Xiang Yu suddenly looked up and let out a long roar.

The roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly drowning out the clamor of the 500,000-strong army and even stirring up a visible shockwave on the ground.

"Thump!"

The warhorse closest to him couldn't withstand the terrifying sonic shock and foamed at the mouth, dying instantly.

This is Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu!

The limits that the human body can reach, the pinnacle of martial arts!

"You old bastard Ying Zheng! Come out and face your death!"

Xiang Yu pointed his halberd at Hangu Pass, his voice booming like a bell, causing dust to fall from the city walls. "You perverse demon! You've turned Qin into a ghost town and your people into walking corpses! Today, I, Xiang Yu, will act on behalf of Heaven and chop you into pieces to feed the dogs, you old monster!"

"Victory is certain! Victory is certain! Victory is certain!"

Inspired by their commander's imposing presence, the 500,000-strong allied army roared in unison. The combined roar seemed to shake even the mighty Hangu Pass.

however.

Faced with this overwhelming momentum, Hangu Pass remained deathly silent.

There was no sound of war drums, no horns, not even a single shout or curse in response.

The black city walls were densely packed with heavily armored Iron Warriors. They stood like lifeless iron statues, motionless, without even a breath. Only their pairs of red electronic eyes, embedded behind their visors, flashed with a cold, bloodthirsty light in the dim light, fixed intently on the living, breathing people below.

It was a suffocating silence.

A kind of indifference from higher life forms towards lower life forms.

"It's so noisy."

Under the canopy in the center of the city tower, Ying Zheng leaned lazily on the dragon throne, picking his ear with his little finger. His hearing had been enhanced by his zombification, allowing him to hear even the buzzing of a mosquito ten miles away. Xiang Yu's shout was like banging a gong on his eardrums.

"This grasshopper has quite a loud voice."

Ying Zheng flicked the earwax off his fingernail, his eerie green vertical pupils filled with disdain. "If it were before, I might have respected him as a man and given him a proper burial. But now... I just find him annoying."

"The Imperial Advisor."

Ying Zheng turned to look at Su Ming, revealing two gleaming white fangs. "Tell these country bumpkins what real...war is."

"Yes, sir!"

Su Ming chuckled and pulled out a large loudspeaker from his pocket, which had been improved by the Mo family's mechanical techniques and equipped with a corpse amplification array.

He cleared his throat and pressed the switch.

"Hey, hey, feeding? Sound test, sound test... boom boom boom!"

This test sound, filled with a postmodern absurdity, was amplified ten thousand times by the loudspeaker and exploded in the sky above Hangu Pass, shattering the tragic and solemn atmosphere of the 500,000-strong army below.

Fan Zeng's hand trembled on the chariot, and he almost dropped the feather fan.

Zhang Liang frowned, staring intently at the young man holding the strange object on the city wall. The uneasy premonition in his heart grew stronger.

"Um... good evening, everyone!"

Su Ming's voice blared across the entire battlefield through the loudspeakers, carrying an extremely irritatingly relaxed tone:

"I am Su Ming, the Grand Preceptor of the Qin Dynasty, and also the examiner of this 'game of death' for you all. First of all, thank you all for traveling thousands of miles to send so much fresh flesh and blood and labor. On behalf of the Qin Royal Biological Research Institute, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Xiang Yu was so angry his face turned red and his neck bulged. He almost threw his halberd up at the enemy, yelling, "You heretic! Come down here if you dare! Let's fight one-on-one!"

"A one-on-one duel? Xiang Yu, you're still that child who never grew up."

Su Ming shook his head, his tone full of pity. "What era are we living in? Still playing those old-fashioned fighting games? Do I look like I have any muscles?"

"My lord, times have changed."

Su Ming's smile vanished abruptly, his voice turning cold and cruel:

"Do you think war is still about who shouts the loudest or who's the strongest? No, war is a battle of data, a crushing victory of technology, and the massacre of flesh and blood by industrial assembly lines!"

"Today I'm going to teach you a lesson, the topic of which is—Industrial Warfare!"

"Han Xin! Make your move!"

Su Ming suddenly waved his hand.

Han Xin, who had been standing in the shadows and wearing a brainwave controller, suddenly had his eyes burst out with a dazzling blue light.

"Buzz—"

An invisible mental ripple instantly covered the entire Hangu Pass defense line.

"Snap! Snap!"

The rows of black iron warriors on the city wall, who had been standing still, suddenly moved in unison. Instead of drawing their swords, they took a step back, revealing the rows of dark, menacing cannon muzzles behind the battlements.

That's not a cannon.

Instead, it was designed by Gongshu Chou and the biochemical formula was provided by Su Ming—the [Biochemical Corpse Poison Mortar]!

"What is that?"

Fan Zeng's eyelids twitched wildly, his sense of crisis reaching its peak. "Not good! Scatter the troops! Raise your shields! Raise your shields!"

late.

"Ready—Fire!"

The instant Han Xin issued his thought command.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Hundreds of muffled thuds exploded simultaneously.

Hundreds of dark green spheres, covered with strange runes, streaked across the sky, tracing green parabolas as they landed precisely within the dense formation of the allied forces.

Xiang Yu instinctively swung his halberd, smashing it fiercely at a green ball that was flying towards him.

"Smash it for me!"

"puff!"

There was no explosion, no flying shrapnel.

The moment the green ball was shattered, it exploded like a ripe watermelon, spewing out a thick, impenetrable yellow-green smoke!

"What is that? Poisonous smoke? Hold your breath!"

As Xiang Yu roared, his blood and qi surged forth, attempting to disperse the smoke.

But the ordinary soldiers weren't so lucky.

The smoke was unusually heavy; instead of dissipating with the wind, it clung to the ground as if it were alive, spreading rapidly in all directions.

All the soldiers shrouded in smoke, whether wearing leather armor or iron armor, let out heart-wrenching screams in an instant.

"Ah! My eyes! My face!"

"Help! It's so hot! It's so itchy!"

"Uh...hoo!"

The screams lasted only a few seconds before turning into eerie, beast-like howls.

Xiang Yu was horrified to see that one of his personal guards, who had just been shouting "Victory is certain!", inhaled a mouthful of poisonous mist and his skin instantly turned bluish-gray. His blood vessels bulged like earthworms, his eyes rolled back, and his fingernails, which had been gripping a spear, grew wildly and turned into sharp claws.

The next second, the bodyguard suddenly pounced on his comrade and bit down on his neck!

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered.

And this is just the beginning.

Hundreds of poison gas grenades landed, blooming into hundreds of deadly "poison flowers" within the coalition forces. Panic, chaos, and mutation spread like a plague among the half-million-strong army!

"What...what the hell is this?!"

Xiang Yu stared at the hellish scene before him, his hand gripping his halberd trembling. He had considered countless possibilities of defeat, but he had never imagined that before the battle even began, his own men would turn into cannibalistic monsters!

On the city floor.

Su Ming put down the loudspeaker, looked at the dazzling green fireworks below, and took a satisfied sip of tomato juice:

"That's the power of knowledge."

"Xiang Yu, welcome to... Resident Evil."