Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The tide of corpses surged, countless tangled heads crowded together, and rolled towards Gran Town in a dark mass.

The zombies spread out in the town, staggering into open shops, and most of them continued to wander the streets in search of prey.

They were still impressed by the previous gunshots, so the leading group of zombies were still approaching the school.

There were other sounds coming from the town, tiny human voices. Perhaps the memory of human voices was deeply rooted, and some of the zombies also dispersed towards the park.

Seen from the sky, the streets at the entrance of Gran Town have been completely occupied by the tide of zombies. The remaining part of the sea of ​​corpses is still in the wild, but the footsteps of countless zombies are still heading towards Gran Town.

Daryl appeared on the street on a motorcycle. He had already seen the zombies filling the street. The huge number and density of the zombies made Daryl tremble slightly.

"Fuck, what a big scene."

Daryl took a deep puff of his cigarette to adjust his mood. He and his motorcycle blocked the street, and in the distance there were countless zombies.

The sound of the zombies was restless, and the roars and smell of decay filled the entire street. Daryl took out a dagger, cut a hole in the palm of his hand, waved it at the zombies and shouted:

"Idiots!! Want some fresh meat?! Over here!!"

In the tide of zombies, the leading zombies twitched their shriveled noses, and the wrinkled skin on their faces folded and unfolded exaggeratedly because of this movement.

"Roar!!!"

The leading zombies are mostly individuals with a low degree of decay and relatively complete deep consciousness. When they gather together and become the leaders of the zombie group, they can often lead a large number of zombies around them to form a group to look for prey.

The smell of blood wafted into the rotting nostrils of the corpses, and the "leaders" of the zombie tide went completely crazy. They quickened their pace and moved towards Daryl, their speed approaching that of the school kids jogging.

Daryl was not in a hurry to drive away on the motorcycle. He was waiting for the zombies to get closer. Although the closer the dark tide of zombies got to him, the greater the pressure it brought to him, Daryl still suppressed his emotions and carried out his impulsive plan.

When the leading zombies were only about twenty meters away from Daryl, Daryl started the motorcycle and drove slowly on the street.

The tide of zombies quickly rolled over the place where Daryl had just stopped. Some zombies smelled the blood on the ground, bent down and greedily picked up the blood stains on the street, and some even tried to crawl down and lick them.

boom!

"Roar…"

The stupid zombie was hit by his companions around him, and his kneeling body was knocked down by other zombies, and some zombies were also tripped.

Every once in a while, some figures would disappear from the tide of zombies. They were all guys who had clumsy legs and were trampled into a pulp by their companions after falling down.

Daryl's hands were shaking slightly as he gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle. Behind him were countless man-eating monsters, but he was no longer as nervous as before.

The motorcycles moved slowly, leading the horde of zombies into Gran Town. Of course, their route would be away from the direction of the school.

As the sea of ​​corpses moves, some zombies will always get lost. Daryl does not intend to lead all the zombies away. As long as the main body of the sea of ​​corpses can be successfully let leave Gran Town, the plan will be considered a success.

In the school's teaching building, Moore stood on the rooftop and used a scope to scout the surroundings. He gradually saw hordes of zombies running rampant on the streets exposed by the buildings.

Because some buildings blocked his view, More could not fully appreciate the horror of the sea of ​​corpses. He thought it was just a large group of zombies.

Daryl's plan to lure the sea of ​​zombies was quite successful, but the zombies moved too slowly, so Daryl could only control his own speed and let the leading zombies follow him.

As time went by, the sky became darker and darker, but Daryl had just reached the exit road east of the town on his motorcycle.

The sea of ​​corpses behind him was still roaring tirelessly. Daryl's eyes were bloodshot as he smoked a cigarette while riding a motorcycle. After spending several hours with the sea of ​​corpses, his emotions were indescribable. He felt nervous and casual.

Just as the sea of ​​corpses was about to follow Daryl out of Gran Town, fierce gunfire was heard from the direction of the school...

The convoy of workers from the Planting Park was entangled by the tail of the sea of ​​zombies outside the school. A large number of zombies surrounded the convoy of vehicles. The leading driver stepped on the accelerator and tried to squeeze through the group of zombies.

"Be careful! I'm going to break out!"

The driver was a fat white man named Nick. He was a butcher in Gran Town before the disaster and also had experience in growing crops. His pickup truck was carrying an old man and three children.

The children were sitting in the back of a pickup truck. A group of tall and thin zombies stood at the edge of the truck with their chests exposed, waving their hands wildly, trying to catch the children hiding in the center of the truck.

"no no!"

The three children screamed, and the zombies around them became even crazier.

“Hooooooooaaaaaah!!!”

"Roar!!"

Pairs of rotten arms were swaying before their eyes. Not to mention the three teenagers, even adults would be extremely terrified when facing this scene.

"Fuck! The car can't move! There are too many of them!"

Nick slammed the steering wheel angrily. As the lead driver of the convoy, he was trapped to death, which also meant that the pickup trucks behind were surrounded by the swarm of zombies.

Nick pressed his body towards the passenger seat, roughly opened the cabinet, and searched for his pistol. The old man sitting in the passenger seat sighed:

"Leave a few bullets for everyone."

"Old Bu, what bullshit are you talking about!! Mor and the others will bring people to rescue us!! We just need to hold on for a while!!"

Nick checked the guns, threw the pistol into the trunk, and said to the children:

"Hold it! If any bastard climbs up here! Just shoot it in the head! Stop the fucking screaming!"

The pistol slid for a while in the rear compartment and landed right on the edge of the compartment, the part that was blocked by the zombies' claws.

After hearing Nick's scolding, the three children, although their weak bodies were still trembling, one of the black-haired girls began to bend down and try to grab the pistol.

"Help me fight them!"

The little girl was none other than Alan, who was deeply loved by Zhang Qiang. She had been studying courses in school these days and had learned how to fight zombies, shoot, and repair tools and grow vegetables.

Survival and fighting are the new learning goals set for the children by the school’s two teachers, Maya and Lucy, after being inspired by Zhang Qiang.

In the back of the pickup truck were a shovel, a water pipe, and a small tool box.

One of the two little boys started looking for tools, while the other fat white boy, who was stronger in physique, picked up a shovel and used it to hit the large number of dead claws that were reaching towards Alan's head.

“Stay away from her!!!”

This is also a familiar face. He has been spanked by Zhang Qiang several times. He is Jim's direct technical apprentice, Parker.

Parker wielded the shovel with his fat body. After all, he was a fat boy. Although he had some strength, he soon became out of breath and had no strength left.

"Eric, help her! Think of a way!"

The iron plate at the rear of the pickup truck was being grabbed and shaken frantically by the zombies. The iron plate surrounding the car had only a rusty iron bolt and a set of clamps.

Once the zombies shake out the screws on the fixing clamps, the baffle of the rear trunk will fall down. The zombies will then be able to climb into the trunk from the lower rear of the car, and the three people will be in danger!

I saw the screws on the rusty fixing clamps trembling and coming out little by little.

Eric, an Asian teenager who had been inactive, took action and found an extremely long screwdriver in the toolbox.

"All of you, go die!"

Eric wears glasses. It seems that Asian children have more pressure in their studies and become nearsighted at a young age.

He raised the screwdriver and crawled towards the tailgate of the car. There was madness on his frail and young face. He raised the screwdriver and pierced it into the gray and wrinkled head of a bald zombie with both hands.

At the same time, Alan, who was still struggling to find his pistol under the claws of a large number of zombies, became ruthless. He grabbed the thumb of a zombie and broke it off.

Without the thumb, even if the zombie closest to the pistol could touch Alan's little arm, it would not be able to catch Alan.

"Success!!"

After Alan's arms came into close contact with the palms of a group of zombies, she finally touched the pistol on the edge of the car. She quickly turned off the safety, loaded the pistol, aimed at Eric who was kneeling at the rear of the car and fired!!!

boom! !

Eric struggled to pull out the screwdriver stuck in the zombie's head. A bullet flew past him and pierced the head of the zombie that wanted to catch him.

The bodies of two zombies were still leaning against the car's partition. Parker picked up a shovel and pushed them down. The pressure on the rear of the car was reduced a little, but there were more zombies to fill the swarm, and the children were still in danger.

"Hold on, the school will send someone to rescue us."

Alan encouraged her companions while observing the surroundings of the carriage with a gun in hand. If any zombies tried to climb up over the height, she would open fire.

Boom! ! !

The convoy was still some distance away from the school. In a car at the end of the convoy, Deacon opened the sunroof of the car, leaned half of his body out, and fired a flare into the sky.

A ball of bright red fire rose rapidly in the air, and only slowly fell down after reaching a certain height.

Moore, who was observing from the rooftop of the school teaching building, finally noticed the direction of the convoy. He raised his sniper rifle and aimed at it. Unfortunately, apart from the two cars in the middle of the convoy and the group of zombies surrounding them, the specific situation was still not clear enough.

The teaching building was too low. A town’s teaching building only had four floors. Beyond a certain range, there were too many buildings blocking Moore’s vision.

"Fuck! Sarah and the others are in danger!!"

Moore knew that the flare must have been the work of the plantation convoy. The school gate was still open, and there were few zombies around. Those that were there were cleared out by the armed team with silenced pistols.

The zombies surrounded the convoy, and Sarah and her friends were so anxious that they fired flares...

Deacon has a fully automatic rifle, and so does the drunkard. Their ammunition combined amounts to at least several hundred rounds. Why are they asking for help?

How many zombies are there?!

Moore hesitated, wondering whether he should close the school gate and give up supporting Sarah and the others.

Ta-ta ...

In the convoy below the flare, Deacon half of his body was exposed on the roof, shooting at the zombies climbing up with an M4 rifle. More zombies tried to climb onto the hood of the car, forcing Deacon to keep turning and shooting.

Countless zombies occupied the streets in a black mass. There were so many that Deacon couldn't count them. He cursed inwardly, "bastards". He didn't know where these zombies came from. Why were there so many of them!

Under close-range shooting, the zombies' rotten bodies were pierced by bullets, and the blood and flesh splattered from the wounds were clearly visible.

The zombie that climbed onto the car had its head shot in by Deacon's M4. A volley of bullets smashed its head into pieces like a watermelon.

Deacon also wanted to save bullets and shoot accurately, but the zombies didn't give him any chance at all. One after another, the zombies kept falling under the car or on the hood of the car. Finally, Deacon saw that the situation was not right, so he cursed "Fuck" and retreated into the car obediently.

Fortunately, he was not very efficient in killing the zombies, otherwise the height raised by the corpses around the car would have completely trapped the car, which would have been a truly unsolvable problem.

"Dickon, we..."

Sarah sat in the back seat, looking at the zombies approaching the car window with fear. They slapped the car window glass with their faces and hands, and their rotten flesh deformed on the car window, and some even fell off! It made her feel sick.

"I've already sent out the signal. Maul and Daryl will definitely come."

Deacon turned from the driver's seat to comfort his unstable wife.

In the school, Moore assembled an armed team, which consisted of the men he trusted the most.

Moore's call to Daryl on the communication frequency band failed. His heart sank and he was ready to make his own decision.

Looking at the strong men holding fully automatic or semi-automatic weapons, Moore said gloomily:

“We usually eat the best food and do the least work, now it’s time for us to fight for our school.

The workers on the plantation are trapped by the zombies, we must rescue them!!

At least... let's try...

Fight those sons of bitches!!! Warriors!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the others shouted in unison: "For the school!!!"

"For Mor!!!"

A young white man suddenly shouted.

Moore, who was about to get on his motorcycle, stopped. He looked terrified. He turned his head to look at the young man and said seriously:

"Kid, remember, there is no Moore here, but Principal Zhang is always here."

"Set off!!!"

With a wave of his hand, Moore got on various types of motorcycles and drove out of the school gate carrying guns and weapons.

The armed team left, and the remaining camp work was handed over to Dai Ya and An Zhui. The two of them, with their workers, began to patrol the school and guard the still open gate.

In the motorcycle convoy, the young white man was at the end of the convoy. He was the latest survivor to join the convoy. Because of his physique and courage, he was selected by Moore to join the armed team.

"Miles, don't say that kind of thing in front of Moore again."

The sturdy man riding a cruising motorcycle walking side by side reminded the young white man.

"Why? Because of that Asian guy named Zhang?"

Miles's golden hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked unruly, just like a rebellious youth.

"Yes, if Zhang was there just now, Moore would definitely cut your throat with a knife."

The strong man was a slave who joined after the Woxing Gang was annihilated. Because of a period of normal eating and drinking, his nutrition was replenished and his body was not as thin as before.

"What?! How is this possible!? Brother More has always taken good care of me!"

Miles shook his head, with a disdainful smile on his face to hide his true thoughts.

"Humph, you joined late, so you don't know how loyal Mor is to Zhang. No matter if Mor is just bragging or something... I know at least one thing. Zhang, carrying an RPG and a machine gun, fought his way into a building full of zombies and rescued Mor who was trapped on the rooftop."

There was a determination flashing in the sturdy man's eyes. More than once, Moore talked about him and Zhang after drinking.

Moore always used this opportunity to tell them that as long as everyone absolutely recognized the camp's principles and Principal Zhang from the bottom of their hearts, then no matter what danger there was, he, Moore, would not abandon them, just like Zhang Qiang did not abandon him.

"It's true, it's all true."

In addition to the strong man, the other team members riding motorcycles were also full of passion. There was determination in everyone's eyes, and they ran towards the tide of zombies without saying a word.

To the east of Gran Town, due to the fierce gunfire in the town, the main body of the zombie tide began to turn around and walk back to the center of the town.

Daryl knew that things were not going well. Seeing that his plan had failed, he angrily stopped his motorcycle, walked to the group of corpses that had been the leader, waved the bloody wound on his hand, and roared angrily:

"Come on!!! Come here!!"

However, except for the zombies closest to him that continued to roar and approach him, the main body of the zombies occupying the street had turned around and completely gave up on Daryl.

The dark tide of zombies is divided again, and Daryl and the school will be surrounded and killed by the zombies.

Beep beep beep~!

Just when Daryl completely lost his mind and was about to engage in close combat with the zombies, the sound of a car horn came from behind him.

"what?"

Daryl turned around with his eyes wide open. A familiar figure half-peeked out of an approaching car, aiming a silenced rifle at the zombies, spitting out flames crazily...