Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The chirping of insects surrounded the cabin.

It was late at night, and the group used the wardrobe to prop up the thin wooden door of the cabin and each found a comfortable place to rest.

Zhang Qiang lay on the old mattress in the attic, with his hands behind his head, thinking about his future plans.

Before traveling through time, he was a veteran fan of The Walking Dead and remembered a lot of information in the show very clearly. However, after wandering for four years and worrying about food and clothing every day, he felt that he had forgotten important things.

In a trance, Zhang Qiang fell asleep.

On the road outside the town of Sinoa, Moore and Daryl led the way on motorcycles, Zhang Qiang sat in the pickup truck driven by Jim, and everyone screamed and cheered as they finally found their destination.

boom! !

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

Suddenly, countless gunshots were heard from the intersection of the town. A fully armed team blocked the route of Zhang Qiang's team and opened fire on them without hesitation.

The bullet went through the windshield and shot through Jim's forehead, and Jim fell directly on the steering wheel and died.

In order to avoid the bullets, Moore and Daryl's motorcycle slipped directly onto the road, and both were seriously injured...

Zhang Qiang roared and leaned out of the window, firing wildly in the direction of the town. The bullets hit one enemy after another, and Zhang Qiang was also hit by several bullets.

The other side seemed to have lost too many people. A white man wearing an eye mask suddenly appeared and pointed a pistol at Zhang Qiang...

The humid air and the scorching sun woke Zhang Qiang up from his sleep in the attic.

He had a nightmare in which he met the villain boss of the third season of The Walking Dead - "The Governor".

(or Governor)

Zhang Qiang recalled the plot of the third season, which mainly tells the story of Rick and his crew leaving the farm, wandering on the road for several months, and finally arriving at the prison, but they come into conflict with another community "Woodbury".

The distance between Woodbury and the prison is not too far, and it only takes a few dozen minutes to drive there. Before the disaster, they were two neighboring areas.

"Woodbury... Senoa..."

As Zhang Qiang was muttering, a light bulb went off in his head and he knew what he was thinking of.

The town of Sinoa is Woodbury!!!

Sinoa is the filming location of Woodbury in the play, and the Governor will build up his own power in the town of Sinoa more than two months after the disaster.

A lot of information flooded into Zhang Qiang's mind. So, isn't his current search for the town of Sinoa just an attempt to intercept the governor?

Zhang Qiang doesn't have a good impression of the governor. This man is too evil and he wants to control everything in his own hands.

If Zhang Qiang took control of Sinoa Town first and the governor fled here, Zhang Qiang would definitely shoot him dead.

But nothing can be predicted. Zhang Qiang is very short of manpower now. If the governor has several heavy firepower combat teams in the early stage of establishing the community, it will be difficult for Zhang Qiang to compete with them with his limited number of people.

Zhang Qiang felt his head swelling and a new problem arose.

"Ding."

There was a sudden prompt sound from the panel, and Zhang Qiang sat on the mattress to check.

Hidden quest [The Beginning of a Legend] has been activated.

[The Beginning of a Legend]: Kill one hundred zombies in close combat in one day.

Mission progress: 0/100

Mission Reward: Unlock the special forces slot.

Zhang Qiang was shocked. He never expected that he had unlocked a hidden task inexplicably!

But the conditions for unlocking the special forces slot are too harsh! Kill 100 zombies in one day! There is even a time limit!

Not to mention how dangerous it would be to face a hundred zombies in close combat, Zhang Qiang felt like he would be exhausted to death just from swinging his weapon to smash a hundred zombies' heads.

Zhang Qiang rubbed his temple, then used points to unlock the melee weapon slot in the panel mall.

First of all, the first melee weapon is a dagger. There are a lot of sub-types that can be unlocked in the dagger slot... such as tactical daggers, military bayonets, butterfly knives, etc....

The second melee weapon was a dual-wielded rattan stick. Zhang Qiang didn’t even look at it after unlocking it.

The third melee weapon is a pair of dual-wielded kodachi swords, each of which is 60cm long.

Modern forging technology and tactical handles are completely different from the style of everyday life.

Zhang Qiang unlocked it decisively.

The last melee weapon slot was the heavyweight. Zhang Qiang didn’t even understand why the panel sold it so cheaply. It cost 200 points to unlock it, just like other weapons…

This super boss is known as the standard equipment for turtles and cowards. Wear it and you will be Captain America. It is a sci-fi equipment that can withstand direct shooting and is immune to air-to-ground attacks.

Blast shield.

That’s right, the blast shield in Call of Duty is so magical that, except for sticky grenades, no weapon can kill the person behind the shield head-on…

An Zhui climbed up the stairs to the attic, and his head popped out of the ground, causing Zhang Qiang to stop daydreaming.

"Qiang, breakfast is ready."

After spending 800 points early in the morning, Zhang Qiang suddenly felt refreshed. It was a pity that there was no bulletproof vest on the panel, otherwise he would have to get a set.

After breakfast, Zhang Qiang and his team left the cabin. An Zhui and Kendall looked at the sofa in the cabin reluctantly.

"What's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave? When we get to Sinoa, I'll find you a house to live in."

Zhang Qiang noticed the expressions of the two people and made a promise to cheer them up.

"Aren't we looking for a prison? Do you have any ideas about the town of Sinoa?"

Moore asked casually.

Zhang Qiang did not hide his ambition and said to Moore: "As long as we have enough manpower, we can take over any territory. I have a way to get weapons and ammunition."

Moore curled his lips and never dared to ask more about Zhang Qiang's secret.

Pickup trucks and motorcycles were back on the highway. Zhang Qiang suggested that they take the secondary roads because he was worried about the high number of accidents on the highway.

Although this will take a longer detour, as long as the road is not blocked by vehicles, a small group of zombies will not be able to do anything to a team with heavy firepower.

After the pickup truck drove for two hours, a gas station with old facilities appeared in everyone's sight.

The convenience store at the gas station had its doors tightly shut, and the glass on the doors and windows was covered with newspapers, so it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Moore waved his finger to signal Jim and Daryl to stop the car, and the vehicle drove into the gas station.

Zhang Qiang got out of the car with a rifle in hand. Moore walked over and said:

"Zhang, I feel like there's someone in here, or at least someone has lived here before. We can search this place and get some fuel and food."

Zhang Qiang nodded, walked to the door of the convenience store, punched the glass door that was covered with newspapers, and shouted:

“Does anyone need help?”

There was no movement in the convenience store. After a few seconds, a corner of the newspaper behind the door was lifted up, and a round eye was leaning behind the door, observing the gas station.

Seeing several men holding guns standing in front of the door, the person behind the door took the initiative to speak: "Thank God, someone finally came."

The door of the convenience store opened with a click, and a person appeared behind the door. Zhang Qiang squinted his eyes to look at him. He was an Asian man with slightly dark skin, and was tall and thin.

"Southeast Asians?"

Zhang Qiang asked.

He didn't care if the other person felt offended because he had a gun.

"Stupid."

The man on the other end laughed and cursed in Chinese, but then continued to speak fluent English: "No, I'm Chinese."

Zhang Qiang widened his eyes. He seriously suspected that the other party thought he didn't understand Chinese, so he responded to his previous remarks.

This guy is really bold. Isn’t he afraid that I will shoot him a few times if I am unhappy?

Come to think of it, with my long hair and goatee now, don’t I look like a Chinese?

Zhang Qiang touched his chin and thought that this hairstyle needed to be changed.

"You want me to give you a shuttle?"

Zhang Qiang looked at the Chinese man in front of him with a bad look.

Hearing Zhang Qiang speak the familiar language, the dark and thin man trembled and his expression immediately became enthusiastic:

"You are Chinese? You are Chinese!"

Zhang Qiang shook his head, his eyes lacking much of the intimacy and enthusiasm for the dark and thin man, and said calmly:

“I am a flower-growing family.”

The dark and thin man did not feel embarrassed at all and continued to speak nonchalantly:

“Hi, I was also dragged here by my family, I was only ten years old at that time.

My father opened a supermarket in Atlanta's Chinatown. I had a falling out with him a long time ago and went out to find a job on my own..."

Seeing that the skinny guy was about to continue chatting about family matters, Zhang Qiang interrupted him impatiently and introduced himself: "My name is Zhang Qiang, what's your name?"

The dark and thin man said excitedly: "Wuyang, my ancestral home is Dongshan."

Zhang Qiang looked at Wu Yang's dark and thin appearance and said in disbelief: "Your father didn't marry an African wife, did he?"

Wu Yang immediately yelled, "Bullshit! My mom is a genuine Nanyun person!!"

Zhang Qiang pretended to slap his forehead and said with a smile: "I see, you have regressed to your ancestors."

Wu Yang felt that the people of Nanyun were offended.

Zhang Qiang was somewhat happy to meet a decent fellow countryman, so he invited him:

"Would you like to come with us? We are going to live in Sinoa."

Wu Yang looked at the other people in the team, all of whom were white, and he immediately felt relieved and said:

"Okay, I can't stay here any longer anyway. Hey, do you have any water? I've only drunk one and a half bottles of mineral water in the past three days, and my urine is all yellow..."

Zhang Qiang: “…”

The two communicated in Mandarin for a long time, and everyone else in the team was confused. Then Zhang Qiang told everyone that Wu Yang had joined them as a new member.

Moore looked at Wu Yang strangely. As a white supremacist, if he hadn't been defeated by Zhang Qiang and owed Zhang Qiang a life, he would not have had any natural liking for people of other skin colors.

"Moir?"

Zhang Qiang noticed that there was something wrong with the way Moore looked at Wu Yang, so he warned him.

Moore immediately laughed awkwardly and said to Wu Yang: "Welcome to join us!"

Wu Yang didn't notice anything wrong.

(Golden Pig Brother's supporting role is now online)

There was still some food in the convenience store, and Wu Yang did not waste it. He took the initiative to help everyone gather the supplies and loaded them all onto the pickup truck.

He then walked to the back of the convenience store and rode out a street motorcycle.

"Why don't you leave here if you have a car?" Moore asked nervously.

Wuyang's motorcycle and the Dixon brothers went hand in hand, and there was room for chat.

"Where can I go? I do have a house in town, but my neighbor called and told me not to go back because the town is in chaos."

Wu Yang replied.

"Is there a small town nearby?" Moore asked with a raised eyebrow.

Wu Yang said, "Yes, just keep going straight ahead, and you will be there in about thirty kilometers."

Moore nodded, a smile on his face, and continued to ask: "Then do you know how to get to Sinoa?"

"You've asked the right person. I've been to all the surrounding towns by bike. If you pass by my home and then ride east for 80 kilometers, you'll reach Sinoa Town."

Wu Yang said confidently.

Moore immediately slowed down his motorcycle to a speed comparable to the pickup truck, and reported the information to Zhang Qiang who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“This guy is really useful.”

Zhang Qiang touched his chin and a long-lost unbridled smile appeared on his face.