Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Zhang Qiang woke up in a daze. He climbed up from the mattress and secretly looked out the window.

In the summer, the wheat fields were shrouded in a thin layer of mist. A large number of zombies that were out of rhythm with the sea of ​​corpses were wandering everywhere, and there seemed to be dozens of them.

Zhang Qiang was not clear about the exact number of zombies in the sea of ​​corpses, but it was undeniable that there were too many zombies gathered in the sea of ​​corpses. The zombies at the tail did not keep up with the main group, and there were also zombies wandering in the wild in the distance that had lost their target. The number seemed large, but they were quite scattered.

Zhang Qiang rubbed his eyes to remove the eye boogers stuck under his eyelids. After his eyes felt better, he wiped them with some drinking water and a tissue.

Next, he will prepare to leave the cabin, but before that he needs to be in good spirits to avoid making any mistakes when facing the zombies.

Zhang Qiang is just a time traveler with a skill package. In the final analysis, he is not a player with plug-ins that can lock heads or blood. The fluctuations in his mental state will also affect his combat performance.

After having breakfast in the cabin, which consisted of some instant chicken breast and biscuits, Zhang Qiang took a big gulp of water. After a few gulps, he felt a little uncomfortable and smoked another cigarette.

"Huh! Principal Zhang is back to full health!!!"

Zhang Qiang felt better and returned to his playboy nature.

After a while, Zhang Qiang moved the sofa behind the wooden door, kicked the door open, and rushed out with a silenced AKM.

Unfortunately, due to the foggy weather and the slow attention span of the zombies in the distance, they didn't notice him, allowing him to finish his trick.

"It's boring."

Zhang Qiang raised his hand and fired a bullet that blew up the head of a zombie thirty meters away. The zombie, which was just walking aimlessly, had its head exploded with a bang, and brain tissue and rotten blood splattered everywhere.

Zhang Qiang had parked his motorcycle outside the house. He walked around to check but found no trace of the motorcycle. He immediately remembered the dense trampling power of the sea of ​​corpses, so he began to search in the wheat field under the slope.

The motorcycle with a deformed fuel tank and twisted frame was washed into the wheat field by the sea of ​​corpses. Zhang Qiang looked at the motorcycle that was obviously undriveable and remained silent.

Ta-da! ...

The zombies in the distance suddenly twisted their bodies left and right, and their flesh burst into black and red blood flowers, and were swept by the silenced AKM.

Zhang Qiang, with his bag on his back, was looking for directions on the map on the road. He stayed there for a long time, looking at the wilderness where the visibility was no more than 50 meters, and he felt his head swelling.

He seemed lost, but not completely lost.

The last time he came to the wooden house, Zhang Qiang remembered that there was a highway bridge nearby with vehicles on it, but the gasoline had been almost used up by him and Moore.

Zhang Qiang didn't want to walk to Atlanta, so he could only find a highway bridge, find a drivable car, and use the remaining gasoline from other vehicles to power his car.

After a while, Zhang Qiang, covered in dust and with gasoline dripping from the corners of his mouth, was drinking water and rinsing his mouth on the highway bridge. He found a coupe and after a while of hard work, the car finally had oil and could move.

The damage caused to this coupe in the previous car accident was not serious.

Zhang Qiang was not completely ignorant of driving skills, after all he had learned some knowledge from Jim, but it was quite rhythmic for him to stall the engine after driving for a while.

The black sedan steered around burnt car frames on the highway bridge, as well as some deformed cars that had not burned or exploded.

The coupe stopped and started, and soon drove out of the accident section and drove smoothly on the road.

Zhang Qiang laughed out loud. This was his first time driving alone, and he accelerated very quickly. The feeling of being pushed on the back by the coupe after accelerating was really fucking great.

No wonder it is said that real men in modern times love cars, while real men in ancient times loved horses.

Rumble!

The car suddenly stalled and stopped. Zhang Qiang slapped the steering wheel helplessly and simply stopped on the road to check the map.

He now needed to find a way to get off the highway, then drive along a small road to Atlanta, and then compare it with another map to find the route to the CDC in downtown Atlanta...

After fiddling with the map for a while, Zhang Qiang thought he had found the route. He started the coupe again and turned on the car music to entertain himself.

“You want some more of this bitch?

Back in the heezy.

We can do this all year long.”

(Water word count)

After a while, the black sedan stopped in a path in the dense forest. Zhang Qiang suddenly opened the window and looked around.

His expression was confused, and then turned into collapse: "Where is this place!!!"

Zhang Qiang swore that he would never dare to go out alone again. He was a useless person with nothing to offer except his fighting ability.

The greatest awakening in life is: I am a waste.

Zhang Qiang had no choice but to drive the coupe back to the highway, and he spent a long time looking for the way.

Comparing the highway route on the map, Zhang Qiang soon collapsed again. He found that he had completely lost his direction.

After facing the reality, Zhang Qiang had no choice but to keep driving along the highway, hoping to reach a place where survivors gathered and ask for directions.

Just when Zhang Qiang was lost, everything in the school camp was still developing smoothly. The children helped the adults with work in the morning and learned various skills in the afternoon.

Because it was difficult to find zombies in Gran Town, a group of people simply placed wine bottles and tin cans on the main road and practiced shooting with pistols.

Moore, Daryl, Deacon, Drunkard and other armed team members rode motorcycles and patrolled around the school.

"This town is ours now, cheers for Zhang!!!"

Moore controlled the motorcycle with one hand, raised the beer in his hand and drank it, bubbles and alcohol dripped from the corners of his mouth. On the empty road, Daryl didn't care about him and let himself go.

The people following behind him, including the newly joined members, had heard Moore brag about Zhang Qiang's legend more than once. Only Deacon and the drunkard had seen how powerful Zhang Qiang was in the Woxing camp.

However, Moore managed to subdue the newcomers, so they raised their drinks and followed Moore to praise Zhang Qiang.

Daryl gulped down a can of beer. He began to enjoy this kind of life. Currently the camp was safe and well-supplied. The food warehouses and water towers in the entire town had been looted and occupied by them.

But will everything really always go so smoothly? Daryl looked up at the sky in silence.

The azure sky seemed to be stained with some scarlet spots.

……

The coupe sped along the road, occasionally stalling to mock Zhang's driving skills. An angry Zhang Qiang punched the steering wheel for a while before restarting the car and moving forward.

In less than two hours, the car, which was traveling at 120 miles per hour, finally reached the foot of the city. Rows of old high-rise buildings appeared in Zhang Qiang's sight. This strange city was right before his eyes.

This is not Atlanta!

After identification, Zhang Qiang was shocked to realize the situation. He checked and compared it with a large paper map and confirmed that this was a small city near Atlanta: Macon.

The name of Macon sounded familiar to Zhang Qiang, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. It was possible that he had heard about this place from other homeless people when he was wandering.

Cities mean more zombies. Even though the city of Macon is not as big as Atlanta, its population is probably over 100,000.

The coupe slowed down and approached Macon. Zhang Qiang decided not to go to the city center, but to take a look at the situation around the city first.

After entering Macon City, zombies also appeared on the road. There were not many zombies on the streets of ordinary shops, which allowed Zhang Qiang to focus on observing the shops on the street.

The surrounding area is full of brick buildings no more than four stories high, with reddish-brown brick walls, white columns, and large glass windows, a very typical American architectural style.

Of course, some buildings may be decorated in a retro style, and their exteriors may still have the flavor of the Civil War period. Players who have played Red Dead Redemption 2 may know what the luxurious buildings in the city center of Saint Denis look like.

Macon, by comparison, doesn't have those chimneys emitting black smoke, and the roads are modern asphalt roads, but the buildings in the city look very retro.

This "ancient" refers to the history of the United States, which combines the architectural styles of some European countries.

This was the first time that Zhang Qiang saw the appearance of a beautiful small city. He had to say that the American people had a really good taste in life.

Zhang Qiang, holding a silenced AKM, first cleared out the zombies wandering nearby on the street. Judging from the characteristics of the zombies, most of them were white people when they were alive. They were fat and strong, and their rotten and wrinkled skin revealed a grayish-white color.

There was a tourist shop on the street with a sign saying "Welcome to Macon" in English. Zhang Qiang smashed the shop window with the butt of his gun and went in to look for a map of the city of Macon.

At least he should know where there are gas stations nearby. Driving aimlessly around is not a wise choice.

Some shelves in the store had already fallen down. Behind the cash register, a zombie with its face and upper body bitten to the point where only flesh and bones were left raised its head and roared at Zhang Qiang.

“Hoo!!! Ughhhhhh!!”

The zombie pounced madly behind the cash register, but the solid counter blocked its lower body, preventing it from getting close to Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang didn't hesitate and fired the AKM's barrel at the zombie's head.

sudden!!

A bloody hole that was translucent from front to back appeared on the zombie's head.

After killing the zombie, Zhang Qiang did not let down his guard. He did not believe that the zombie had eaten itself and had gnawed its face until only the facial bones were left. There must be a second zombie here!

Don’t let Old 6 trick you!

The shop is not big, but it has a second floor. Except for the small door behind the cash register, there are no other suspicious doors on the first floor.

Zhang Qiang searched the shelves with a gun and saw bloodstains and fallen goods on the ground.

Where would the face-eating zombie be? On the second floor? The door of the store was locked before they came. Zhang Qiang broke the glass to get in, so the face-eating zombie must not have left.

The door behind the cash register must be the passage to the second floor. The face-eating zombie should also be there.

Zhang Qiang searched the entire floor but did not find the possible zombie. Finally, he picked up a tourist map of Macon and left the store.

Sitting on the hood of the coupe and looking at the map, Zhang Qiang held a silenced pistol and occasionally shot at the zombies approaching nearby in the head. By the time he confirmed how to get to the nearest gas station, more than a dozen zombies had already fallen around him.

The black shadow appeared in the corner of his eye again. Zhang Qiang raised his head and raised his gun decisively, but a sound came from the direction of the black shadow.

"Oooooohhh!! Calm down man!!!"

A middle-aged white man with a mustache raised his hands. Next to him stood a thin black man with a surprised look on his face.

Zhang Qiang looked at the pair of survivors and said nothing for the time being.

The middle-aged white man was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with a baseball cap on his head. He looked very frightened, but it didn't seem like he was pretending.

As for the black man, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but move the gun towards him.

"Don't shoot! We're just here to get some food! Leave now!!"

The tone of voice of black people when speaking does not have any rap flavor, but instead gives people a feeling of politeness and stability.

He raised his hands towards Zhang Qiang to indicate that he was not in danger, but Zhang Qiang's eyes were looking at the pistols they each carried on their waists.

"Drop your weapons or die."

Principal Zhang is a tough guy who doesn't talk much. He doesn't want to be in a situation where a gun is drawn and a gun is fired. It's better to eliminate the danger from the other side now.

In fact, he just gave himself an excuse to kill the other two. As long as the other party refused, Zhang Qiang would make a hole in their heads the next moment.

"Okay, okay!! Please don't shoot!!"

The thin black man threw the pistol at his waist to the ground without any hesitation. He had just witnessed the Asian man's shooting skills with zombies, so he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

The middle-aged white man looked at his companion in disbelief, but when he saw that Zhang Qiang had pointed the gun at himself first, he shut his mouth, took off the pistol angrily and threw it on the ground.

Zhang Qiang continued to look at the two with a playful expression. Aren't beautiful Chinese people very brave? Why are these two so cowardly?

Because Zhang Qiang did not ask to let them go and still pointed the gun at them, the situation remained deadlocked.

The black and white combination didn't dare to move at all, for fear that Zhang Qiang would shoot the next moment, but after standing there for a while, the zombies wandering in the distance had noticed the movement here and began to approach them.

"Hey man, you can let us go now! There are already zombies here!"

The white man's tone was filled with impatience, and at this moment he suddenly became brave.

Zhang Qiang chuckled and immediately pulled the trigger, firing six shots from his silenced M9 pistol. In the distance, the heads of six slow-moving zombies exploded with blood, and their bodies fell backwards to the ground.

"Be careful!!"

The moment Zhang Qiang opened fire, the middle-aged white man was so frightened that he raised his arms to cover his head and his body began to tremble violently.

The black man actually yelled and stood in front of the white man. He thought Zhang Qiang was going to shoot them to death.

After realizing the situation, Zhang Qiang widened his eyes and asked the black man in confusion: "Are you guys gay friends?"

The black man's behavior allowed Zhang Qiang to temporarily remove the stereotype label attached to him.

"WTF?! Are you crazy?! We are just out here looking for food! Not to cause trouble! If you are a psychopathic killer, just shoot me! I've had enough of these days!"

After the middle-aged white man came to his senses, he yelled angrily at Zhang Qiang.

Click! Bang!

The noisy sound undoubtedly attracted the attention of more zombies. The glass of some shops suddenly shattered. The zombies trapped in the shops broke free from their shackles and began to look for the source of the sound outside.

Zhang Qiang was aware of the situation around him. He didn't want to have strangers behind him when fighting the zombies, so he stared at the black and white team, walked over to pick up their pistols, and pointed the gun at them and said:

"Get in the car and take me to your place."

There were too many zombies around, and thinking of how cruel these rotten undead monsters were to humans, the black man and the white man decisively accepted Zhang Qiang's threat, ran to the coupe, and sat in the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat.

Zhang Qiang got into the car and sat in the back seat. All four doors were locked by the white man in the driver's seat. Zhang Qiang raised his gun and put it against the back of the white man's head, repeating coldly:

"Take me to where you live!"