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

On the city walls, the battle situation was changing rapidly.

As Shao Siming's dazzling golden rune net descended, the once invincible Hegemon of Western Chu was finally temporarily trapped. His domineering aura, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, emitted a series of sizzling sounds, like a branding iron being plunged into water, as it was constantly worn down by the Yin-Yang School's secret techniques.

"Well done!"

Hiding in a safe area, Su Ming excitedly slapped his thigh, still clutching the data logger in his hand. "Old Han! Did you see that? Your Overlord's been taken down! The allied forces are like headless flies right now. If we don't go all in now, when will we?"

On the command platform, Han Xin's electronic eyes, glowing with a ghostly blue light, had already taken in the entire battlefield situation.

He expressionlessly pushed up his non-existent glasses (if they were) on the bridge of his nose. The metal contacts behind his head flashed wildly, and countless tactical commands were instantly issued to every grassroots combat unit through the invisible network of corpse energy.

"Target confirmed: 500,000 coalition troops."

"Tactical plan: Flanking maneuvers on both flanks to create a central attack, suppressing the entire front."

"Special Instruction: Release the Level 1 restriction on the [Swift Corpse]. Codename—'Operation Bolt,' commence!"

With a thought from Han Xin.

The thousands of special zombies that had been crowding in front of Hangu Pass, looking somewhat dazed and slow-moving, suddenly began to tremble violently as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

In the allied camp, a Qi commander was brandishing a long spear and shouting loudly to bolster his courage:

"Brothers, don't be afraid! These Qin freaks may be ugly, but they're zombies! Zombies, you know? They're those useless guys whose knees can't bend and who hop around when they walk!"

"If we just keep our distance, we can shoot them with arrows! We can poke them with spears! We can even kill them by flying kites!"

"Fly a kite!"

"Fly a kite!"

The surrounding soldiers immediately realized this made sense. "That's right, zombies are notoriously short-legged and slow. As long as we run fast, what can they do to us?"

However, before they could even form their battle formation, a sickeningly loud cracking sound suddenly came from the Qin army camp.

"Crack! Crack!"

The thousands of unusual zombies, which had been standing upright, suddenly bent down in a strange way, with all four limbs on the ground and their spines raised high, presenting a posture resembling a cheetah gathering strength before hunting.

Their originally grayish-white and shriveled thigh muscles were now swelling wildly like inflating balloons, with bluish-black veins bulging out, as if containing explosive power.

This is the product of Su Ming extracting the genes of the cheetah and combining them with the T-virus for enhancement—[Swift Corpse Type II]!

"What position is that...?"

The Qi commander froze, his long halberd hanging in mid-air. "They're...warming up?"

next second.

"collapse--!!!"

The earth trembled violently.

Thousands of dark figures vanished from their spots in an instant, like arrows released from a bow, even faster than arrows!

The speed was so fast that the air itself emitted a sharp whistling sound, and it even left afterimages in its wake!

"Holy crap! That was fast!"

The captain's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before a stench of blood hit him.

There was no time to raise a shield or swing a spear.

A dark shadow swept past him so fast that he couldn't even make out its shape; all he could see were a pair of eyes that trailed red light in the darkness.

"Whoosh!"

A chill ran down my ankles.

The captain subconsciously looked down and saw that his feet were still standing on the ground, but there was a neat line of blood on his calves.

Immediately afterwards, excruciating pain surged forth like a tidal wave.

"Ah—! My leg!"

He screamed and lost his balance, falling heavily to the ground.

The dark figure, without even glancing at him, used the momentum to continue its frenzied slaughter of the crowd behind it.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh was as frequent as chopping dumpling filling during the Lunar New Year.

The Allied soldiers who were preparing to "fly kites" found that the zombies had already rushed to face-to-face distance before they could even draw their bows!

They don't bite people's throats or scratch their hearts.

They are like a group of sophisticated machines that exist solely to disable the enemy's combat capabilities, specifically targeting joints such as the Achilles tendon, knee, and wrist!

With one swipe of its claws, someone is bound to fall!

"Is this a zombie? Or is this some kind of superhuman speed demon?!"

"I can't outrun him! I simply can't outrun him!"

"Who said zombies are slow? Come out here, I promise I won't kill him! They're faster than a horse!"

fear.

despair.

collapse.

The numerical advantage that the 500,000-strong allied forces were so proud of became their biggest burden in the face of these "swift corpses" whose speed was beyond the law.

The people in the front row fell down, and the people in the back row tried to run but were tripped by the fallen people and then finished off by the zombies rushing up from behind.

This is hardly a war.

This is clearly a one-sided, dimensional-reducing "harvest"!

Han Xin stood on the command platform, looking down at the allied forces falling like wheat being harvested, a satisfied stream of data flashing in his electronic eyes.

"Efficiency increased by 300%."

"The casualty rate should be kept below 5%."

"Very good, this is the ultimate art of war—to subdue the enemy without fighting... oh no, to cripple the enemy's army before subduing them."

Su Ming stood to the side, watching this extremely stress-relieving scene, and couldn't help but whistle.

"Old Han, your micro-management skills are impressive."

Su Ming pointed to the group of swift corpses that were leaping and bounding through the crowd, specifically targeting officers, and asked, "Were those guys implanted with 'decapitation tactic' chips?"

"The Imperial Advisor has discerning eyes."

Han Xin bowed slightly, his tone tinged with fervor, "To catch the thief, first catch the king. As long as we break the legs of those captains and lieutenants, these hundreds of thousands of troops will be a disorganized mess, making them easier to capture."

"Not bad, there's potential."

Su Ming nodded. "Remember, our principle is—sustainable development. These prisoners are valuable laborers; we'll need them to build the Great Wall, dig canals, and even farm on other planets. Try not to kill them; otherwise, we'll only be able to turn them into low-level zombies, which is a loss."

"Here you go!"

Just as the two were discussing the great battle as if they were discussing how to harvest crops.

On the edge of the battlefield.

The Chu army's elite troops, which were initially somewhat disorganized due to Xiang Yu's predicament, were now attempting to organize a final defensive line under the command of a red-robed general to cover the retreat of the main force.

That was Long Ju, Xiang Yu's most formidable general.

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!"

Long Qi was covered in blood, his spear already dulled, but he fought on relentlessly, shouting, "The Overlord is still below the city! We can't leave! Even if we die, we must rescue the Overlord!"

"General Long! We can't hold on any longer!"

A lieutenant cried out, "Those monsters are too fast! The moment our brothers show their faces, their legs are gone! We can't fight this battle!"

"Damn it! Anyone who dares to speak of retreat will be executed!"

Long Qi stabbed a swift corpse that pounced on him to death with a single spear thrust, and was about to say something more.

Sudden.

"Thump!"

A dull, loud thud sounded behind him.

The sound wasn't like the light landing of a swift corpse; it was more like a giant rock crashing down from the sky.

The ground trembled violently, and Long Qi almost fell because he lost his footing.

A suffocating sense of oppression instantly enveloped his entire body. It felt like being stared at by an ancient tyrannosaurus rex, making even breathing difficult.

Long Qie turned around stiffly.

Amidst the billowing dust, a colossal monster, three meters tall, with grayish-white muscles and clad in heavy plate armor, slowly straightened its back.

Unlike the velociraptor, it did not walk on all fours, but rather stood upright like a human.

Its left hand held a huge, still-dripping alloy claw; while its right hand held a... heavy chainsaw axe that was roaring!

It has no eyes; its entire face is covered by a hideous metal mask, with only a single, scarlet eye shining brightly in the center of the mask.

【T103 Tyrant - Wang Jian's Personal Guard Version】

"roar…"

The tyrant lowered his head, and his single eye darted around before finally locking onto the vigorous red-robed general before him.

It slowly raised the chainsaw axe in its right hand, emitting a synthesized electronic sound that resembled mockery:

"Identify...high-value targets."

"Begin...capture."