Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The Governor lay motionless in the corner, in a coma.

Zhang Qiang's strength reached twice the human limit. After this fall, the governor suffered multiple fractures on his body.

"Brian, Philip, you two are both tough guys!"

Zhang Qiang mocked the governor, then called two soldiers to send the governor to the infirmary.

When the governor wakes up, he will face indefinite imprisonment unless he can think it through and submit to Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang had thought about killing the governor now, but considering that this would cause resentment among the residents of Woodbury, he temporarily suppressed the urge to be violent.

Few of the people who are still alive are idiots. Problems arose as soon as the Governor arrived at the school. It will be difficult for Zhang Qiang to carry out his work in Woodbury later.

The more than one hundred people in Woodbury are all useful laborers. We can slowly influence them through the school's education system, and then implement the three-factory plan, and these people will be able to get jobs.

It was seven o'clock in the evening and Zhang Qiang walked quickly into the meeting room.

The senior executives who were not involved in the negotiation team couldn't wait to ask questions about today's situation. After Zhang Qiang told them that the team had annexed Woodbury without bloodshed, Herschel seemed the most excited and took the initiative to applaud.

Rick returned to school and sat at the table with a smile. An Zhui brought him a new chair.

Rick's original position was a member of the search team, supervised by Daryl. But now the school's personnel and resources are close to balance, and the focus of work has also shifted to the three-factory plan, so Rick's search team mission has temporarily stagnated.

From now on, Rick will enjoy high-level treatment, and he can ask An for the resources he needs for daily life without having to pay work points.

If nothing unexpected happens, Rick will have a long period of free time to take care of the pregnant Lori.

“After the soldiers have taken over all affairs, I will need to exchange all the children in the school with the residents of Woodbury Town in batches so that the newcomers can come and receive education.

Professor Maya, you and Teacher Lucy will be responsible for drawing up the batch list of students, and those with parents will need to coordinate with them."

Zhang Qiang looked at Maya seriously. There were quite a few minors in the school. They were the "Boy Scouts" he had carefully arranged. Maya had always managed them very well and now they were put to use.

Let these children go to live in Woodbury and influence the natives. Then let some Woodbury residents come to receive education (brainwashing), batch by batch, and these people who have just joined the school and have a weak sense of belonging will soon all become "our own people".

"No problem, Principal. I will do a good job of communication. I believe there will be no obstacles in this regard. All families have great trust in you."

Maya replied seriously.

Maya's reply made Zhang Qiang couldn't help but grin. Intellectuals are different. Their way of flattering is so elegant.

At the conference table, Moore, who had been silent, secretly gave Maya a thumbs up.

“Then there’s another topic: our camp is still growing, even to the city of Macon.

I think we can no longer simply use the school and the town of Glen to represent our power. We should come up with a new name and some special symbols. Does anyone have any good suggestions?"

Zhang Qiang looked at the senior executives present, and he was also initially revealing his ambitions.

It has been half a year since the disaster happened, and there is still no news from the US government. Now I, Zhang, want to raise a flag and become the ruler. Who among you agrees and who opposes?

All the senior executives present were silent for a moment. Except for the Dixon brothers, everyone else was looking at each other, observing each other's words and expressions and observing the situation.

The authoritative image of the U.S. government carries a lot of weight in the hearts of these locals. Even if the U.S. government did nothing after the disaster, leaving them completely disappointed, most people still have expectations for it.

But now that we are all living under Zhang Qiang, it is really difficult to say anything for the moment.

Objection? I dare not object. Zhang Qiang's statement just now was very tactful, but everyone knows that he now wants to establish an independent...

"How about calling Zhang's army? We..."

An Zhui, who was a homeless man before the disaster, spoke first. He had no feelings for the U.S. government and the beautiful dream that the U.S. had been pursuing for many years. He even thought that this country was a piece of shit that had made him miserable for many years.

"Rejected, too low, it sounds like dictatorship, we are not Nazis."

Zhang Qiang glared at An Zhui fiercely, thinking to himself, "You haven't read much, so don't talk!"

As expected, An Zhui's speech embarrassed everyone present, and now no one stood up to speak.

"Well, I have a suggestion..."

At this time, Zhang Qiang wanted to stand up and say the name of the Salvation Army.

"commander…"

Kate suddenly had something to say, so she leaned close to Zhang Qiang's ear and spoke a long paragraph. Zhang Qiang couldn't help but frowned, but soon relaxed.

Kate suggested that Zhang Qiang should not rush to establish an independent regime, but should first raise the flag and build up his own power, and not completely deny the United States, otherwise it would be difficult to carry out future work.

Most of those who are alive now have received decades of ideological education from the U.S. government. Zhang Qiang's leading of forces to establish a regime prematurely will definitely cause resistance from some people who have beautiful dreams.

After a little thought, Zhang Qiang decided to accept Kate's proposal. He was familiar with the plot and knew that the remnants of the Beautiful government would not show up for many years. By that time, everyone would be completely disappointed with the Beautiful government, and it would not be too late for him to establish an independent regime.

"Then let's call it [Destiny United Survivors' Base], or [Destiny] for short."

Zhang Qiang did not say a word about the army or the country, and took Kate's suggestion seriously, emphasizing the survivors.

All the senior executives present breathed a sigh of relief and raised their hands in agreement.

In fact, the top leaders did not disagree with Zhang Qiang establishing a regime, but they were worried that the U.S. government would liquidate the forces that took the lead after it recovered from the disaster.

School, oh no, the current [Destiny United Survivors Position] really can't defeat the remaining American troops.

If there really were any local warlords surviving from the U.S. military, it would only take one round of bombing to send planes to wipe out the town of Gran.

"Great, let's make a flag. I like the main color to be red."

Zhang Qiang frowned and finally made the decision.

He knew that everyone could see the displeasure on his face, but he was not a politician and could not maintain his composure all the time.

After the meeting, everyone left the conference room. Zhang Qiang returned to the principal's office listlessly, lay on the sofa and smoked a cigar.

Was he too obvious and too radical today? An Zhui was the only one who stood up to support him.

Zhang Qiang smiled self-deprecatingly. Well, they were all beautiful Chinese people, and it was good enough that they didn't take the initiative to stand up and oppose.

The followers' loyalty should still not be strong enough, so why didn't the Dixon brothers, who were judged as "die-hards" according to the panel, express their opinions?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang's breathing quickened. He suddenly felt insecure. If all diehard fans were like this...

Bang bang bang!

There was a sudden knock on the security door of the principal's office. Moore and Daryl pushed the door open and came in. After seeing Zhang Qiang lying on the sofa smoking a cigar, Daryl glanced at the corridor outside the door, then closed and locked the security door.

Zhang Qiang sat up and squinted his eyes at Moore who was going forward to close the window. What did these two brothers want to do?

"Zhang, no matter what you think, we will follow you."

Daryl was the first to express his opinion. This time his expression was unusually serious, and his eyes, which were usually narrowed into slits, were wide open instead of normal.

"I don't think anyone has forgotten that shitty government. What did they do after the virus was leaked? Just bomb cities after the disaster?

This is fucking ridiculous. These people are out of their minds. They still think that President Ni will come to save them? To restore everything? "

Moore cursed.

Zhang Qiang frowned and looked at the Dixon brothers with some doubts. He asked unhappily:

"What do you mean?"

"Since no one is in charge, let's quickly grow stronger. We will have the final say in the entire Zuozhou in the future."

Moore patted his chest and said arrogantly.

It seems that the Dixon brothers do support him. Zhang Qiang's mood improved a little. He was just being too stubborn and even doubted his diehard fans.

"The life before the disaster still has an impact. Now I feel insecure... I still need to make progress..."

Zhang Qiang stood up and took a deep breath. His eyes shone with a terrifying brilliance, and he said firmly:

"Zuozhou? No, I want the entire American continent."