Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Two days had passed since the last unpleasant meeting. After reflecting on his mentality for two days, Zhang Qiang took Sasha to Macon.

The pickup truck was driving on the road. Zhang Qiang saw some swaying figures appearing. He casually took out the Desert Eagle, put his wrist on the car door, and blew off several corpses with continuous and accurate fire.

The sea of ​​corpses in Atlanta should have spread outward again. Of course, they may also come from other small cities or towns around Gran Town.

Zhang Qiang didn't care about these stupid zombies. Even if they entered Gran Town, they would be quickly cleaned out by the soldiers.

There are still dozens of soldiers stationed in Gran Town, and each worker is equipped with a gun. Even underage students have mastered their marksmanship at the shooting range.

Sean is a senior executive in charge of the shooting range, and although not much is mentioned about him, he is indeed a qualified shooting instructor.

At least it gave some workers who had never handled a gun a good introduction to shooting.

There are also many people in the United States who do not know how to use guns. According to statistics, there are approximately 3.4 million guns in the United States, while the total population is only 3.2 million, which means that almost every person owns a gun.

But in fact, the civilian gun ownership rate in the United States is less than half, only 47%, so it is reliable to say that most people do not know how to use guns.

In addition, even if some people have guns, they do not have many opportunities or frequencies to practice, and can only be considered to be able to use them barely.

Not everyone has the time and energy to become fully familiar with a gun and become a qualified shooter.

The school education system designed by Zhang Qiang and senior management will train everyone to be a qualified shooter. He has enough bullets to accumulate results and achieve the goal of mobilizing everyone into a soldier.

St. John's Farm is now in a state of disarray. All the senior executives have returned to school, and these soldiers and workers can only receive messages remotely through walkie-talkies and arrange their own daily plans.

After the beginning of winter, all the people at St. John's Farm stopped working and took a vacation.

After a long journey to Macon, Zhang Qiang's pickup truck stopped on the mud ground outside St. John Farm.

boom!

The car door opened, and Zhang Qiang and Sasha, dressed in sports casual clothes, got out. A group of soldiers had already received the message and were waiting at the door. They immediately stepped forward, lined up, saluted and greeted Zhang Qiang.

"Sir!!!"

Zhang Qiang looked at the different saluting postures of the armies of various countries in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble. This was too fucking weird.

"From today on, you must forget your original organization and all of you will be affiliated with the [Heavenly Mandate United Survivor Position Force], referred to as the [Heavenly Mandate Army]!!!"

Zhang Qiang loudly announced the school's newly issued policy and the recent changes that have taken place in the school.

Some members of the armed team couldn't help but whisper to each other:

"The principal is going to..."

"I think so... As expected of the principal, he is very courageous..."

Everyone knows Sima Zhao's intentions. Some of the beautiful natives also noticed Zhang Qiang's thoughts.

"Take a day off, there's work to do tomorrow guys! All the Destiny Army will follow me to the HESCO factory tomorrow! Empty the inventory inside!

If possible, I will also resume the production of the factory! I believe that you have heard more or less about the three-factory plan from the predecessors of 141.

This is no secret! This operation is over! All the Tianming troops will rest for a winter! Sufficient supplies will be consumed!"

Zhang Qiang stared at all the soldiers present with burning eyes.

"Yes!!! Sir!!!"

Nearly a hundred soldiers of the Tianming Army shouted together.

"Sir!! Can you bring Master Liu over to cook!!!"

Some of the original armed team members started to make a fuss.

"no problem!"

Zhang Qiang laughed and answered without hesitation. It was right to bring Liu Tingbao here to improve the soldiers' food. The people in the school didn't have any important tasks, so it was time for them to have a hard time for a few days.

With a quick glance, Zhang Qiang noticed that there were a few new unfamiliar faces on the farm behind the troops.

Several men and women of different skin colors stood behind the soldiers and watched, whispering with some workers from the school.

Zhang Qiang noticed these newcomers and frowned. Among them were two black men who glanced at him with strange eyes from time to time.

"Where's Kendall? Give me the list of new recruits! I want to review it myself!"

Zhang Qiang shouted, then dismissed the assembly and went straight to the farmer's house to rest.

"headmaster!!"

Alan, who had been unable to hold back in the ranks of soldiers, ran over, grabbed Zhang Qiang's arm and chattered about recent interesting things.

Zhang Qiang lifted Alan up with one hand and let her swing under his arm. He noticed that Eric and Patrick were also secretly watching him in the crowd.

These three little brats seem to have something to say?

"Call your friends along."

Zhang Qiang put Alan down and ruffled her dark brown hair.

Arriving at the main house, Zhang Qiang sat down on the sofa with great confidence.

Upon hearing the news, Kendall hurried down from the second floor in panic. She had just woken up and missed the time to greet Zhang Qiang.

"List."

Zhang Qiang glanced at Kendall indifferently. As An Zhui's wife, this woman's personnel and business skills were not satisfactory to him.

"Zhang...these newcomers have good working ability and obey our system..."

Kendall knew what kind of trouble Zhang Qiang wanted to cause her, and immediately explained.

Zhang Qiang didn't reply and calmly took the list from Kendall.

"Hunter Williams, a construction worker before the disaster? Herman Wolford, a hot dog truck before the disaster?"

Zhang Qiang focused on these two names because there were notes next to them: black.

He had a deep stereotype about black people, and he wanted to review these two people separately.

"Call these two people over here."

Zhang Qiang didn't even look at Kendall, he just gave an order. He waved to Alan and the others standing in a row, ready to ask the three little brats what they wanted to say.

"Come on, sit on the sofa."

Zhang Qiang pointed to the other sofas surrounding the coffee table.

The three little ones obeyed obediently, but after sitting on the sofa, they looked at Zhang Qiang and seemed to want to say something but refused to speak.

"Tell me what's going on?"

Zhang Qiang became a little impatient and asked.

"We caught a big one."

Alan had a smug smile on his face.

Zhang Qiang raised his eyebrows. Speaking of big guys, he easily thought of giant corpses.

"What big guy? Just tell me."

Zhang Qiang stared at Alan with ill intention, as if to say, if you continue to waste time pretending to be cool, I will really beat you up.

Eric and Patrick looked at Alan, waiting for her to speak. It was obvious that Alan's position as the backbone was very stable.

"A very tall and strong zombie, about ten feet tall...

We dug a deep pit and trapped her inside. But... she is very strong and can destroy the land, so I think she will escape soon. "

Alan said.

Zhang Qiang: “!!!!”

Zhang Qiang was right. It was a giant corpse! And the word Alan said was SHE. It was a female giant corpse!

But where did this giant corpse come from? The army should have swept the area around the farm clean!

Zhang Qiang's expression was full of surprise and doubt. Seeing this, Eric and Patrick beside him began to tremble.

"You guys ran away?"

Zhang Qiang found that something was wrong with the two little boys and instantly figured out the key point.

"Yes……"

Alan replied sheepishly.

The next second, Zhang Qiang pressed his big hand hard on Alan's head, and said in a slightly stern tone:

"My teaching to you was not in vain! You ran out and encountered a giant corpse, but you still came back alive! You are really capable!!"

Eric and Patrick shivered even more.

"I'm done! Just this!"

Alan unhappily pushed Zhang Qiang's big hand away, jumped up from the sofa and prepared to leave.

"Take me there later."

Zhang Qiang didn't stop Alan, he just gave the last instruction.

Zhang Qiang was shocked and relieved at the same time as Alan and the other two. If all the children in the school were so capable of fighting, he could relax and expand his territory.

Unfortunately, among all the children, only these three were the smartest and most motivated. The other students chose to receive training as soldiers at most and no longer wanted to pursue further studies. Wang Zhiqiang’s skills were not passed on to any further generations.

The Eastern Army's tactics emphasize the word "six". The three little ones could only capture a giant corpse alive. Maybe they have learned the essence...