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

That white light was too dazzling.

It was as blinding as the midday sun, tearing through the thick layer of blood and corpse stench in front of Hangu Pass.

Xiang Yu subconsciously raised his hand to shield his eyes. After his vision adjusted slightly, his pupils dilated instantly, and he felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, stiffening like a stone.

On the city wall, the figure that emerged from the shadows was none other than Yu Ji, whom he had longed for day and night and vowed to rescue from the den of demons!

But... is this still the Yu Ji he knows?

Yu Ji was dressed in an extremely strange yet inexplicably beautiful outfit. It was a short black top that tightly hugged her shapely figure, with a red bow tied at the neckline. Her lower body was covered by a pleated short skirt, ridiculously short, barely covering the top of her thighs.

Those beautiful legs, usually hidden deep within her skirts and rarely showing even their ankles, were now wrapped in two thin layers of white silk fabric, extending all the way to above the knees, revealing a section of smooth, white skin that dazzled in the cold wind.

"What... what kind of outfit is this?!"

Xiang Yu felt a buzzing in his head, and a surge of hot blood rushed to the top of his head.

In his imagination, Yu Ji should be wearing prison clothes, covered in wounds, emaciated and locked on the rack, waiting for him to rescue her.

But this one in front of me...

Her complexion was rosy, her blood and energy were abundant, and even her skin was more supple and radiant than before! How could she look like she had been tortured? She had clearly been pampered and made to look plump, and even... gained weight?

"Yu Ji! What's wrong? Did that sorcerer cast a curse on you?"

Xiang Yu roared, his voice trembling with disbelief.

On the city wall, Su Ming stood behind Yu Ji, holding a megaphone, and spoke in a low voice like a director instructing actors:

"Don't just stand there, our cheerleading captain. See that big oaf down there? Give him a piece of your mind and let him know about the corporate culture of Daqin."

"But...this dress is really too short..."

Yu Ji tugged at her skirt somewhat awkwardly, her cheeks flushed. Although her body was in excellent condition after treatment, this thing called "JK uniform" was just too embarrassing.

"Short length makes legs look longer! It's a tactic! Understand?"

Su Ming put on a stern face and shoved the two glowing "glow sticks" (actually glass tubes filled with glowing corpse oil) into her hands. "Take them! Wave them! Keep the rhythm! We've rehearsed, don't mess it up!"

Under Su Ming's unquestionable "tyranny," coupled with some unknown mental suggestion, Yu Ji could only take a deep breath, grit her teeth, and raise the glow stick in her hand.

The next second, the style of the scene changed drastically.

"Great Qin is mighty! The Imperial Advisor is the most handsome!"

Yu Ji brandished her glowing staff, her movements stiff yet carrying an eerie rhythm. Her clear voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

"The elite warriors of the Dark Qin! Invincible under heaven! Sweeping across the six kingdoms! Unifying the world!"

"roar--!!"

The horde of zombies below seemed to receive some kind of buff, their roars instantly doubling in volume and their attacks becoming even more frenzied.

Xiang Yu was dumbfounded.

Long Qi was dumbfounded.

Even the fleeing Allied soldiers couldn't help but look back, and were so shocked by the surreal scene that they slipped and fell into the pile of corpses.

"What is she doing?"

Xiang Yu's lips trembled, feeling his worldview crumbling. How had Yu Ji, the gentle and graceful woman who only knew how to play the zither and dance, become... a crazy girl jumping around on the city wall shouting slogans?

"It's not over yet."

Su Ming chuckled and patted Yu Ji on the shoulder, "Come on, let's cheer on our Western Chu Overlord. After all, he's an old acquaintance, don't let him feel awkward."

Yu Ji froze, turning to look at the blood-soaked man below the city wall, who looked like a trapped beast.

Her eyes glazed over for a moment, as if in resistance, but under the gaze of Su Ming's eyes, which shimmered with a dark light, she slowly raised her hand.

She extended her thumb and little finger, making a gesture that seemed extremely strange to people in ancient times, but was incredibly endearing to Su Ming—

"666".

"Brother Xiang! You're awesome! Brother Xiang! Keep it up!"

While gesturing the number "666," Yu Ji shouted loudly, following the script Su Ming had given her:

"Even though you can't beat the Imperial Advisor, and even though you're not the brightest, the way you lifted the cauldron was really cool!"

"Keep going! Keep trying! As long as you don't give up, sooner or later you'll... be able to get beaten a little easier!"

"puff--"

Xiang Yu felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a sledgehammer. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat a mouthful of blood directly onto the mane of his black horse, Wuzhui.

Murder and kill!

This is absolutely devastating!

"6...666?"

Xiang Yu stared blankly at the gesture, completely unable to comprehend its meaning, but he could sense an unprecedented humiliation from Yu Ji's joyful yet almost eerie tone.

Is she laughing at me?

She's actually laughing at me?!

"No...this isn't my Yu Ji..."

Xiang Yu swayed, the light in his double pupils began to fade, and he could no longer hold the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd in his hand.

Clang!

The heavy halberd crashed to the ground, splattering blood and mud.

"Old Demon Su... what exactly did you do to her?!"

Xiang Yu roared to the sky, his voice filled with despair and grief, like the final lament of a tiger with its teeth and claws pulled out, facing the mockery of a hunter.

On the city wall, Su Ming watched Xiang Yu, whose mentality had completely collapsed, took a satisfied sip of tomato juice, and waved to Shao Siming behind him:

"Did you write it down?"

"This 'mental pollution' tactic is more effective than directly slashing him ten times. It seems we need to train more 'cheerleaders' like this in the future, specifically to give speeches in front of the enemy."

Shao Siming took notes expressionlessly, but a hint of pity appeared in her eyes when she looked at Yu Ji.

This girl is completely ruined.

And in the center of the battlefield.

The once invincible Hegemon of Western Chu now stood blankly amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, letting the surrounding zombies approach him, yet he seemed to have lost his soul and remained unresponsive.

His pride and his beliefs were shattered at that moment by the figure in the short skirt shouting "666".