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

"Click."

That was the sound of faith collapsing.

With Xiang Yu's desperate cry and the breaking of the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, the tense string of the hundreds of thousands of allied troops in front of Hangu Pass finally snapped.

"The Overlord... the Overlord has been defeated?!"

A Chu army captain stared blankly at Xiang Yu kneeling in the pile of corpses, his long sword clattering to the ground and hitting the back of his foot without him even noticing.

In their hearts, Xiang Yu was a god, an invincible totem. But now even a god was being utterly crushed by these monsters; what could they, mere mortals, possibly use to fight back?

"Run!"

Someone shouted, their voice sharp and menacing, like a rooster being choked.

This sound instantly ignited panic throughout the entire venue.

The phrase "a defeat is like a landslide" was perfectly exemplified at this moment.

The 500,000 people were like an anthill washed away by a flood. Just moments ago, they were making bold pronouncements like "The Qin dynasty will surely be destroyed by Chu," but now they were all crying out for help.

"Don't push me! Get out of my way!"

"What kind of monster is this? It can still move even after its head is cut off? It's biting my leg!"

"I'm not fighting anymore! I want to go home! Mom, this Qin Dynasty is too scary!"

Fear is a more terrible poison than plague.

Soldiers in the front ranks, desperate to escape, slashed at their comrades who blocked their way; soldiers in the back ranks were pushed down and instantly trampled into a bloody pulp by countless feet. Meanwhile, the zombies mixed in with the crowd excitedly pounced on the fresh corpses that had been trampled and hacked to death, quickly turning them into new members of their kind.

The more they fight, the more they multiply; the more they die, the stronger they become.

This is the most hopeless and intractable despair in biological warfare.

On the distant hillside, Zhang Liang gripped the feather fan so tightly that he broke the handle.

Looking at the battlefield, which resembled a hellish landscape, and at the elite troops of the six kingdoms who were terrified and running away in panic, his usually composed face now showed only a deep sense of powerlessness.

"It's over...it's all over."

Zhang Liang closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks.

"Zifang boasted that he had no flawless strategies, but what he could calculate was the human heart and military tactics."

"But what about Su Ming..."

Zhang Liang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the figure holding a megaphone on the city wall, his voice trembling:

"What he's using isn't military strategy, it's sorcery! It's a dimensional attack! We've lost from the start by fighting a madman who uses the dead as weapons."

"Let's retreat...we'll save as many as we can."

He sighed, turned and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, his back view as desolate as a stray dog.

Looking down at the chaotic scene from the city tower, Su Ming frowned.

"Tsk, what a waste."

He took a sip of the last bit of tomato juice and looked with heartache at the soldiers who had trampled each other to death. "These were all excellent laborers! In the future, building the Epang Palace, digging the canal, planting hybrid rice—which of these projects won't need people?"

"If this keeps dying, my conversion pool will burst. What's the use of just rotten flesh?"

Su Ming picked up the megaphone, took a deep breath, and issued the highest command to the battlefield:

"Han Xin! Stop killing him! I want him alive!"

"Bring them alive! No missing limbs, only those with all four limbs intact! They're all state-owned assets of the Great Qin; if even one is missing, I'll dock your pay!"

"promise!"

Han Xin's brainwaves instantly adjusted the commands.

The scene on the battlefield suddenly changed in the next second.

The zombies, which had been frantically tearing and killing, suddenly stopped moving.

The red light in their eyes flickered, as if they had switched from "killing mode" to "capture mode".

The swift corpses retracted their claws and pulled out bundles of cowhide ropes from their waists (if they had waists at all).

"roar!"

A zombie pounced on a fleeing Zhao soldier.

The soldier, terrified, closed his eyes and resigned himself to death: "Come on! Give me a quick death!"

However, the expected pain did not come.

He opened his eyes in terror, only to find that the zombie hadn't bitten his neck, but instead... skillfully grabbed his hands, twisted them behind his back, and tied a knot in the rope.

"???"

The soldier was stunned. "Brother, you...you're not going to eat me?"

The zombie tilted its head as if trying to understand Su Ming's "no waste" instruction, then slapped the soldier on the head, knocking him unconscious, and picked him up like a chicken and threw him into the "prisoner pile" next to it.

The same scene played out in every corner of the battlefield.

"Don't kill that fat guy! He's got plenty of meat on him, perfect for a tank driver!"

"Don't let that skinny guy get away! He's running pretty fast, catch him and send him to work on the generator!"

"Hey you over there! Stop playing dead! I saw your eyelids twitch! Get up and get to work!"

What was originally a bloody and cruel battlefield was transformed by Su Ming into a large-scale "Autumn Harvest Uprising".

The only difference is that what they harvested wasn't crops, but people.

The hundreds of thousands of allied troops were like harvested wheat, neatly bundled and stacked on the open ground in front of Hangu Pass.

The crying gradually subsided.

Because everyone has noticed that these Qin monsters don't seem to actually kill people; they just...like kidnapping?

The relief of surviving the ordeal mixed with the humiliation of being taken prisoner created an extremely eerie atmosphere on the entire battlefield.

And right there, amidst these mountains of "prisoners' piles" and "corpses' piles".

There was an inconspicuous pile of dead bodies that suddenly moved slightly.

A hand covered in blood and dirt quietly emerged from beneath a headless corpse.

Next came a chubby face covered in oil and sweat, yet exuding a cleverness.

Liu Bang.

The future Emperor Gaozu of Han was holding his breath, carefully pushing away the half-thigh pressing down on him.

"Oh my god, that scared the hell out of me..."

Liu Bang's heart pounded wildly. When the chaotic army charged earlier, he immediately and skillfully lay down on the ground, grabbed two corpses to cover himself, and used his superb breath-holding skills (developed from holding his urine) to evade the zombies' infrared scan.

He peered through the gaps in the corpses at the zombies outside who were skillfully packing up their prisoners, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"This Qin man... does he have some serious illness?"

"Switching from murder to kidnapping?"

"Luckily, I was quick-witted and played dead convincingly."

Liu Bang swallowed hard, feeling his heart pounding in his throat. He knew this was his only chance. While these monsters were busy "harvesting the crops," he had to slip away!

This Qin Dynasty is too strange!

I never want to come here again in my life!

Liu Bang took a deep breath and, like a large worm, crawled along the ground, using the corpses and weeds as cover, slowly moving into the shadows at the edge of the battlefield.

The sheer audacity and practiced skill of his movements made him practically the grandmaster of escape.

"You can't see me, you can't see me..."

As they were about to reach the edge of the woods, Liu Bang was overjoyed and prepared to get up and make a run for it.

Sudden.

"Woof!"

A familiar, metallic bark rang out above him.

Liu Bang's body stiffened, and he slowly and desperately raised his head.

A gigantic zombie dog with a mechanical prosthetic right leg was perched on a tree branch, tilting its head and curiously examining the "wriggling" fat man with its scarlet eyes.

It still had half a mechanical part that it hadn't finished eating in its mouth.

Liu Bang: "..."

Wangcai: "..."

The man and the dog stared at each other for three seconds.

Liu Bang forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and reached into his robes to pull out a piece of still-warm braised beef (his personal rations), trembling as he handed it over.

"Dog...Dog Bro? Have you eaten? Didn't you eat lunch?"