Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The noise from the chainsaw continued, covering up the faint roars of the zombies in the woods.

Fortunately, Alan was patrolling in the woods, otherwise it would be difficult for the logging team to discover that the zombies were approaching.

Alan held a silenced pistol in his left hand and a small sword in his right hand. He did not rush forward to clean up the zombies that were slowly approaching.

She observed the number of zombies and looked at the terrain of the forest. Then she waved her hand and led the newly graduated junior students behind her to move forward.

chug!!

Alan shot at the zombies that were farther away with his left hand, and chopped down the targets that were closer with his right hand. Black blood kept spilling in the woods, and one zombie after another was killed by Alan's simple and rough movements.

Alan shook off the black blood on the knives and suddenly felt creepy, as if a huge threat was approaching her in the woods.

"Stop moving forward! Fire freely! No need to save bullets!"

Alan put the katana back into the scabbard at his waist and immediately ordered everyone to change the combat mode.

The sixth sense is a very mysterious thing, but the instructor at the school once said that as a soldier you must trust your intuition.

There is often great terror between life and death.

On the battlefield, sometimes a seemingly ordinary place can make you feel creepy at first glance, as you never know where danger is lurking.

Alan looked at the hairs standing up on his arms and became more and more certain that there was danger in the woods, but it had not yet appeared.

Many graduates raised their rifles and began to fire bursts at the zombies that were swaying and approaching. The upright, rotten figures were like harvested wheat, and they fell to the ground in large numbers in just a few seconds.

The bushes and weeds, as well as the undulating slopes of the woods, blocked the bodies of the zombies. They seemed to have disappeared, but in fact they were there.

It was difficult to find the bodies of the zombies that had just been killed in the woods, and this scene made Alan more confident in his feelings.

The forest is very misleading to the vision. The bodies of the zombies are clearly on the ground, but it is difficult for people to see them.

The graduates raised their guns and killed all the zombies they saw, then put down their guns and began to look around. They did not find any more standing corpses nearby.

Suddenly, in the bushes less than 20 meters in front of the group, the waist-high weeds shook, and it seemed that something was moving in them, constantly approaching the direction where the group was standing.

Without saying a word, Alan raised his pistol and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the shaking part of the grass.

Chu Chu Chu!

“Hoha!!”

A sharp roar of corpses sounded from the grass, and a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the grass. A short assassin zombie with long arms finally revealed his figure.

Several bullets broke through the skin on its body and embedded themselves in its skinny flesh, but this did not affect its movements at all. It pounced like a cheetah and rushed straight towards the nearest living person.

One of the graduates quickly raised his gun and shot because the assassin zombie was targeting him.

Bang bang bang! !

Rifle bullets hit the assassin zombie repeatedly, blasting its skin and flesh apart, and smelly blood and flesh flew everywhere.

But this did not just slow down the assassin zombie's speed. If the graduates did not attack its vital points, with its super mobility and the mutated claws on its arms, they would eventually be killed by it at close range.

The graduates nearby reacted and immediately opened fire to support their compatriots.

For a moment, the gunfire in the forest was more intense than before, but the bullets either flew through the air or hit the limbs and torso of the assassin zombies, and had no fatal effect at all.

The assassin zombie, who had been hit by bullets multiple times, had holes in his body, exposing his internal organs and bones, and even his speed had slowed down by a lot.

The last few meters to graduation seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Suddenly, the assassin zombie's muscles instinctively tensed up. The moment it stopped in the rain of bullets, it looked to the right as if it had sensed something.

The sense of crisis unique to a predator also appeared in it at this moment.

boom! !

A distinctive gunshot was heard, and the assassin zombie's head suddenly tilted back, and a .38 pistol bullet hit its head accurately.

At the moment when the skull and blood exploded, other graduates also seized the opportunity to take aim. Bullets from multiple directions hit the assassin zombie's head one after another. The kinetic bullets tore its head into a blood clot.

Alan put down the revolver in his hand, and his expression was as cold as frost.

The shooting skills of this group of younger generations were not as good as she had imagined, which was a huge disadvantage when facing mutated zombies.

"Huh - thank you everyone." The graduate who was targeted by the assassin zombie suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground and gasped.

The mutated zombies in Georgia were even rarer than the walking dead. This graduate faced this kind of monster for the first time in actual combat. They had only appeared in classroom slides, and the sudden pressure was so great that it disrupted his breathing.

Alan walked up to him with a cold face, stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

“I can only rate your performance as passing. There are no deserters among you, but your abilities are far from satisfactory.

So many guns, so many pairs of eyes, but when the mutant zombie appeared, no one shot it immediately."

Alan looked around, her eyes sweeping through the eyes of the younger generations. The boys and girls lowered their heads and did not dare to look at her.

“Of course, I know that when you graduate, there may no longer be such mutant monsters in Zuozhou, so you have less practical experience with it.

But this kind of excuse and this kind of mentality will only harm you outside. You must remember that this is not Zuozhou, this is a dangerous area, don't lose your life because of carelessness. "

Alan really wanted to tell them that if he had not sensed the danger in advance, this assassin zombie would have already sneaked up among the zombies and killed the team at close range, and at least half of the people would have been killed or injured.

But it was not in Alan's character to say such self-boasting words. Besides, Alan did not think that the younger generations could understand her.

Some abilities can only be honed in actual combat. These juniors have just left school and still lack more rigorous training.

Since they don't have this ability, even if Alan said that, they wouldn't understand and would just treat it as bragging.

"What happened?"

Behind the group of graduates, Sean, holding a gun, walked into the depths of the woods.

Everything that just happened took less than a minute. In fact, the efficiency, ability and courage of the graduates were already outstanding enough. But Alan used himself as a benchmark against them...

"There was an assassin zombie mixed in with the zombie group, and it has been dealt with." Alan responded to Sean.

When Sean heard the word assassin zombie, his face changed instantly. This thing broke into the school and killed many people in the militia, and Moore also lost an arm because of it.

"No one was hurt, right?" Sean asked worriedly.

Many graduates shook their heads, and Alan also said: "No, their cooperation is still okay."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good... I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Alright, alright, go back and chop your wood."

Alan waved her hands impatiently. If Sean hadn't borrowed her and others, she would have taken the opportunity to explore Washington.