Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The war was in its final stages, and Zhang Qiang used an RPG to blow up two more wooden houses.

He checked the income on the panel and saw 1800 new points.

Not counting the number of people killed by Sean and the Dixon brothers, Zhang Qiang estimated that the combat effectiveness of this camp had been almost wiped out by him.

Zhang Qiang could no longer hear the enemy's gunfire. All he could hear around him was the sound of Sean firing the AKM and the sound of flames burning.

Perhaps there were still injured people fighting with the resurrected zombies and screaming, but their sounds were all covered up.

Zhang Qiang patted the truck bed, signaling Jim to reverse. Jim, who had been hiding under the driver's seat, came out sweating profusely. He asked in a daze:

"We succeeded?"

Zhang Qiang's iron head was still exposed on the top of the truck. After taking another look around, Zhang Qiang saw Sean coming back with an AKM. He knew that Daryl's business was over.

Of course, some bedbugs may have escaped.

Zhang Qiang retreated back into the car, took off his iron helmet, which was the same style as the Marvel Red Tank, and threw it aside with a bang. He picked up the intercom to notify the channel:

"Darryl, Mor, keep an eye on the parkland, don't let any bugs get away."

Daryl appeared nearby with a hunting crossbow. He had finished his work and was leisurely lighting a cigarette and waving to Jim.

"Zhang, I found a lot of women here. It seems that this group of people locked them up as sex slaves. In addition, a lot of unarmed people came to the mountains. They look very ordinary..."

Moore's voice came from the intercom.

The warehouse in the back mountain has been opened. Moore stands in front of Deacon and the drunkard, talking to Zhang Qiang.

Deacon was a little anxious now. He didn't know what kind of person the leader of Moore's side was. The battle to attack the Woxing Gang was over. He now regretted not taking his wife away with him and was dragged away by those women.

"Moir, be careful. If you suspect they have combatants, just shoot. Don't hesitate!"

Zhang Qiang's voice came from the intercom.

"There are two enemy traitors... How should I put it? I saw them kill the enemy, and now I am with them. There are also many ordinary people, and they all seem to be working for the enemy."

Moore replied.

"Hold!"

Zhang Qiang turned off the walkie-talkie, feeling a little angry. He suspected that Moore had been soft-hearted. If there were armed enemies among the people he mentioned, there would be many more uncontrollable factors in this battle.

Why kill all the other party's people without meeting them?

Zhang Qiang doesn't know yet that Moore has met Sophia.

"Sean, Daryl, Jim, let's go to Maul's side. Here's the ammunition. Get all your supplies ready. Be careful."

Zhang Qiang threw a pile of magazines and special arrows at the door of the carriage, as well as several fragmentation grenades and stun grenades.

"What's wrong? What happened to Moore?" Sean asked with raised eyebrows.

Zhang Qiang was a little annoyed:

“There are a bunch of people over there, saying there are a lot of ordinary people, and there are two enemy traitors with him.

It sounds like a mess left by the enemy, or it could be a trick, so be careful and go help him."

Daryl put out the cigarette in his hand upon hearing that and took a few more poison gas arrows. If More was in danger, he would not have any mercy on the unarmed man.

The truck rumbled onto the trail at the foot of the hill. Jim and Sean held rifles, Zhang Qiang carried an RPG, and the three of them headed up the mountain together.

As for Daryl, he went up the mountain alone to provide support for Zhang Qiang and the others.

Zhang Qiang had made a plan. If the situation turned out badly, he would just fire an RPG at crowded places. He would not use a gun anymore and would just bomb as hard as he could when he found a cover.

Anyone who wants to play dirty tricks on him will be bombed to death! !

Zhang Qiang walked on the pebbled road on the mountain, his thick boots making crunching sounds. He looked around alertly, but apart from some skinny, malnourished people squatting nearby, he didn't see any strong white men with tattoos.

"Who are you?? Don't move, or I'll shoot!"

Sean asked, pointing at a skinny white guy.

"We...? Did you destroy the Woxing Gang? I have never seen people like you before. Thank God, I don't have to be sucked dry by them anymore..."

The white guy was wearing a dirty blue T-shirt. He was not afraid when he saw the stranger. Instead, he looked very happy and excited.

Zhang Qiang winked at Sean, who nodded and immediately pointed his gun at all the people taking refuge around him and said:

"Everyone, raise your hands and go up the mountain! Anyone who dares to run down the mountain will be shot dead!"

There are many corpses with guns in the service center. If these people are let go and the guns are taken, it might be harmful to Zhang Qiang and his team.

"you……"

The white guy wanted to say something else.

Zhang Qiang directly pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired several shots at the young man's feet.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

The pistol has a suppressor, so the sound of the gunshot is small, but the stones and dirt splashed by the bullet hitting the ground are really scary.

The young man's face turned pale, and his yellow skin, which was once pale due to hunger, became pale again. He said nothing more, and took the lead, raised his hands, and walked up the mountain.

Zhang Qiang pointed his gun at the other people sitting on the ground around him. He signaled Jim to watch over these people and gather them together, and then he went to the side and used the radio to call for help.

“Daiya, take the others into the park, we finished the battle at the service center.

Go clean up the battlefield, collect all the guns, and shoot anyone you don't recognize if they appear. Stay alert!"

"Roger that!"

Dai Ya, An Zhui and Morris were on the avenue outside the park. There was also a light machine gun on the pickup truck they were driving.

According to the plan, if Zhang Qiang and his men failed, Dai Ya and the others would be responsible for providing support and covering their retreat to prevent the pursuers from catching up.

This deployment is no longer needed, so switch to other tasks.

A group of civilians from the Woxing Gang camp were gathered together by the three guns and walked towards the mountain together.

After a while, Zhang Qiang and others who remained vigilant slowly approached the warehouse, while Moore, Deacon and the drunkard were squatting in front of the warehouse door smoking.

When Moore saw Zhang Qiang and his two companions holding guns and driving a group of weaklings up the mountain, he waved his hand to signal his men that he was here.

"Hey! Zhang! Sean! Jim!"

More didn't see his brother Daryl. He knew Daryl would be fine, so he didn't ask. It's always better to be more careful.

Zhang Qiang asked the "weaklings" to squat on the ground. He looked at the group of women sitting and lying at the door of the warehouse, and the two unfamiliar white people beside Moore.

Especially the drunkard, whose bald head was covered with tattoos and looked very similar to a member of the Woxing Gang.

Zhang Qiang frowned and raised the RPG in his hand slightly.

"! Calm down!! I just look more... uh more..."

Noticing that the Asian man with the RPG on his shoulder was looking at him unfriendly, the drunk raised his hands and tried to explain his image.

Moore stared at Dickon. Fortunately, Dickon did not do anything irrational. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Dick and the drunkard:

"Throw down your weapons and join us. It's definitely better than staying on that Wo Star."

The drunkard looked at Deacon, who was somewhat unmoved. He just looked at Zhang Qiang calmly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Dickon..."

His wife Sarah worriedly pulled Dickon's arm and whispered.

"All right…"

Deacon untied his holster and scabbard from his waist and threw them on the grass. Seeing this, the drunkard had an unhappy look on his face and could only put the shotgun he was carrying on the ground.

Zhang Qiang looked at the people around him. There were heads standing everywhere. He counted about forty or fifty of them, some carrying large and small bags, and some with empty hands. He felt it necessary to give them a warning.

"Wo…Wo Star is finished."

After thinking about it, Zhang Qiang was sure that the enemy gang was called this name.

“Are there any Woxing people among you? Stand up!

Or someone can point out the people from Woxing and tell me!! I don’t want to kill people without weapons, you better cooperate!!”

After Zhang Qiang finished speaking, people began to discuss in low voices with their acquaintances around them. Some people were relieved, while others had blank expressions and looked a little worried.

Zhang Qiang saw people starting to discuss with each other. He didn't want to give them a chance to connect, so he yelled:

"Quiet!!!"

"Those who point out the Wo Star can join my camp and receive asylum!! Everyone in our camp lives together equally!! Now I'll give you a chance. The first person who stands up and reports it, I can agree to a reasonable request from him!!"

Zhang Qiang announced loudly again.

This time, someone stood up from the crowd. It was the white guy that Zhang Qiang and his friends had met at the foot of the mountain.

"They are both from Wo Star."

The white guy pointed at the drunk and Deacon, and the drunk and Deacon turned to look at him with murderous eyes.

"They don't count. If Moore says they can do it, then they can do it."

Zhang Qiang glanced at Moore coldly and said directly.

"All right……"

The white guy looked around and shook his head, "No more... We all work for Woxing, and they usually only give us very little food..."

Zhang Qiang nodded with satisfaction, holding the RPG on his shoulder in his arms. He indicated that he could relax, but Sean and Jim remained alert without his signal.

Zhang Qiang walked towards the laughing Moore, came in front of Deacon and the drunkard, and asked: "Moir said you killed the people from Woxing, where are the bodies?"

The drunkard stood up and pointed to a place where people were staying away from, saying, "There, there!"

Zhang Qiang went over to check the clothing features of the corpse and confirmed that it was from Woxing.

He nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Deacon and the drunkard with a less cruel look in his eyes, and continued to ask: "Why kill them?"

After hearing this, Deacon's wife Sarah immediately wanted to stand up and say something, but Deacon moved behind her.

"Do you know how many girls those sons of bitches have hurt here!!! They tried to make trouble for me while Deacon was away!! Fortunately he is back!!"

Sarah shouted indignantly after Dickon.

"Oh?"

Zhang Qiang looked at the group of dirty women, both black and white, all with dull eyes, and a fishy smell came with the wind passing over them.

Zhang Qiang almost vomited. Then he looked at the drunkard and Deacon, and finally let down his guard. He said:

"Well, it seems that you are indeed not from Woxing's group. So, what are your plans now?"

Deacon and the drunkard looked at each other. Moore took the opportunity to come over and put his arm around the drunkard's shoulders and said:

"Man, you should join us. Zhang is a very good leader and can definitely protect everyone."

Zhang Qiang didn't say anything. He watched Moore getting close to the two white men. He was waiting for news from the walkie-talkie. Once Dai Ya and the others had cleaned up the battlefield, Zhang Qiang would be ready to leave.

As for those ordinary people, those who want to leave can enter Zhang Qiang’s camp. Zhang Qiang will not force these laborers to stay.

As long as they are not stupid, these ordinary people without weapons should know how to choose. There are still a lot of zombies watching outside.

Zhang Qiang lit a cigarette and looked at the group of dirty women. He suddenly noticed a little brown-haired girl and his eyebrows twitched.

'It looks a bit like Sophia. But Sophia should still be hanging around Hershel's barn right now.'

Zhang Qiang didn't expect that Sophia actually survived. He didn't remember Sophia's appearance very well. After noticing the girl, he quickly shifted his attention away.

The intercom rang.

“Boss, we’ve cleaned it up, and we found some supplies. Damn, a lot of good stuff was blown up.

Where are you now and how are you doing? Do you need any help?

Dai Ya asked on the intercom.

"No need. Just go back the way you came. Let Maya and the others prepare dinner."

After Zhang Qiang finished speaking, he turned off the intercom.

Looking at the group of refugee-like people on the mountain, Zhang Qiang shouted:

"Are you willing to come with me? I can provide you with a room to live in. It's definitely big enough! You can arrange the layout of the room as you like, and I guarantee that no one will disturb you.

But you have to work for me!! I need your skills to create more resources for my community!!

Don't worry, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely live a better life than now! ! You all look like you haven't had enough food, is this all you want to do with Woxing?

Of course, if you want to leave on your own, you can do so! But let me make it clear to you, the gunshots must have attracted a lot of zombies, so if you have the guts, just leave the park on your own!! I won’t stop you.”

There was no movement in the crowd. Under Wo Xing's training, they had long been a group of hard-working sheep.

It’s not that Wo Xing’s actions haven’t been resisted by people, but all those who resisted have died.

The rest are obedient citizens.

Zhang Qiang actually also likes these obedient people who can only serve as labor.

As for the combatants, apart from training those with fierce personalities, the only options are to recruit talented players from outside the camp.