Reign of the Dead: My Guide to Surviving the Ancient Apocalypse

[Apocalypse in ancient times + infrastructure survival + maneuvering and wits] A weak scribe who traveled through time and became a member of the rebellious army. When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge wave of corpses. Martial arts? I won't. Taoism? I don't understand. While General Wangye was fleeing for his life, I was leading the remaining defeated soldiers to transform the abandoned military camp into the first safe zone. A zombie siege? People are unpredictable? I thought I could establish order, but I found that the scariest thing was not the zombies. They are hungry refugees who trade their children for food, they are cults that harvest faith in the name of gods, they regard me as the biggest threat... The prince of the old dynasty. He pointed at my city and sneered: "Monster, you will be punished for stealing the artifact!" I silently turned to the last page of the guide. There was only one line on it: [When order collapses, you are the new order.