The Zombie King Is on the Run from the Military Academy

I, Su Xi, the zombie king of the apocalypse, lived for a thousand years, had millions of zombies under my command, and was finally struck to death by lightning. When I woke up, I was lying on a metal bed. My skin was warm, my heart was beating, and my palms were warm. For the first time in a thousand years, I was warm. Good news: I traveled through time and changed my body. The air in the new world is fresh and there is no rancid smell. Bad news: The body's physical fitness rating is E, so weak that it can't take more than two steps without gasping for air. Even worse news: I was assigned to the worst F6 team in the entire military academy. My teammates were an upstart who kept pigeons, a sad-faced PTSD patient, a cyborg who could self-destruct anytime, anywhere, an alien refugee who always yelled at people, and a stupid young man who only shouted "Captain, I want to win." They all think I'm trash. I also think they are trash. But I am a patient emperor, and my tactics are very direct. Let them live first, then let them listen to me, and finally turn them into the strongest lunatics in the entire galaxy. The Federal Military Academy League is coming. Other teams are studying tactics, and I am studying how to prevent my "zombiees" from biting. Other teams are upgrading mechas, and I'm planning how to rob other people's equipment arsenal. The slogan of other teams is "Fight for Honor", but the slogan of our team is: "Rush wherever the captain tells you to go, and if you make a mistake, go ahead." Later they discovered that everyone who followed me won. Later, everyone in the galaxy knew that the F6 team of Lanxing Military Academy was a group of lunatics. What they didn't know was that the leader of this group of lunatics was once the emperor of a mountain of corpses. The first lesson she taught them was: living is more important than anything else. Stay alive to win