Highschool of the Dead, but Red Alert 3 Has Arrived?

Good news: You've transmigrated. (How the hell is that good news?!).

Bad news: You've been drafted.

Good news: You have 299 good brothers to share the hardships with, and you're their leader.

Bad news: All 299 of them are short-pants men, and they're your clones, with the same thoughts and abilities as you.

Good news: You have a Red Alert construction vehicle, and they've issued you weapons and uniforms, so you won't have to play Spartan short-pants men.

Bad news: They're from the Empire of the Rising Sun.

Good news: You only have to fight a few zombies.

Bad news: Before long, you'll be fighting more than just zombies.

You've got a Red Alert base! Then let's fight till it hurts! WAGGGGH! The 300 brawlers charge out.

Hey, you didn't follow everyone else's convention and send us girls! And you're not green skins, either!, The mastermind behind the scenes

This Red Alert story is written in the style of StarCraft: The Laughing Matter. I hope it's fun and unconventional. There won't be a harem, and romance won't be part of the main story either (it'll mostly be in side stories). Female characters and other passersby will witness the story of the 300. (I'll do my best to update at least once a week, at noon on Saturdays.) If this story isn't your thing, just think of it as a dream out of its time.