Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Moore was lying on the rooftop of a small building. The passage leading up to the building was blocked by heavy objects under his command. Even if the zombies noticed them, they could not get up.

Zhang Qiang's suggestion of playing badly made Moore decisively follow suit. Now they can't do anything.

In the school camp, the school gate was closed, and all the areas protected by barbed wire walls on all sides of the school were parked with cars to prevent the tide of the sea of ​​corpses from being too strong and crushing the barbed wire walls.

There was no one to be seen on campus. Everyone hid inside the building. The school's top management was observing from the rooftop of the teaching building, and occasionally contacted Moore through the intercom to inquire about the situation.

An Zhui looked at the black and gray sea of ​​corpses surrounding the school with horror on his face. His wife Kendall held him in her arms and stroked his head to comfort him.

"What should we do now? Zhang has no idea."

Sean walked up to the rooftop, his tall and strong body with his arms folded, looking down at the zombies on the street.

"Zizi...Sean, your intercom is on."

Zhang Qiang's voice sounded from Sean's waist.

Sean's expression instantly turned awkward and he was caught in the act by his superior.

Dai Ya, who was standing next to him, grabbed Sean's intercom and talked to Zhang Qiang:

"Boss, what should we do? Moore and Sarah are trapped outside! I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on for long."

Zhang Qiang's unquestionable voice rang out from the intercom:

"I have to hold on even if I can't. I'm taking action.

Sarah? Are you on the channel? I need you to inform everyone on the planting team that you need to do this…”

In the middle of the sea of ​​corpses, the car was covered with zombies. Sarah and her husband Deacon had been quiet in the car for a while. The zombies outside seemed to have ignored them and stopped hitting the car.

In the car, the bodies of those shot by Deacon earlier formed camouflage, and the attention of the sea of ​​corpses was attracted by the sound of Zhang Qiang's firing in Zhendong. The zombies without memory quickly forgot that there were living people in the car.

Hearing Zhang Qiang's call, Sarah and Deacon listened carefully until Zhang Qiang told them his plan. Both of them looked shocked and worried.

“Will this work…?”

Sarah asked quietly.

“If you’re asking about my part, you don’t have to worry.

I'm just worried that you won't be able to disguise yourself well and get discovered by them, do you understand?

Find a way to tell the adults in Alan's car to follow my plan! ! "

Zhang Qiang emphasized it again.

To the north of the school, on a street that had not yet been completely occupied by the zombie tide, Zhang Qiang was holding two clucking pheasants in his hands and instructing other soldiers on their tasks.

He planned to have nine soldiers drive away the vehicles on the roadside, turn up the volume of the sound system to maximum, and lure the zombies away from all directions of the town.

He and Wang Zhiqiang will lurk in the buildings near the planting convoy, and when the density of the zombie tide decreases, they will take the initiative to go out and lure out the zombies that are besieging the convoy.

Zhang Qiang has already informed Sarah of the method of disguise, and it depends on whether she can tell her subordinates.

Zhang Qiang will not give up on anyone who works for him. He will use his strength to save them, but he is not a god and cannot successfully save everyone. He can only personally create opportunities for people.

Nourishes...

The intercom rang, and Sarah suddenly reported to Zhang Qiang: "Zhang... The zombies broke into a pickup truck, and five workers were killed..."

Zhang Qiang clenched his fists, then quickly relaxed. He said calmly:

"Pass the information on, do your current work well, and staying alive is the most important thing."

After turning off the intercom, Zhang Qiang shouted to the soldiers who were still stealing cars:

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Hurry up! Hurry up!!"

A moment later, one car after another started and drove towards the streets outside the town.

Zhang Qiang was holding two pheasants, which were held upside down by their feet. They would flap their wings and peck at Zhang Qiang's arms from time to time.

Zhang Qiang impatiently slapped the two chicken brothers one by one, knocking the noisy one unconscious.

They are not needed yet.

"Scorpion, follow me."

Zhang Qiang asked Wang Zhiqiang to follow him, and the two entered a building on the street, jumped between the roofs, passed the group of zombies below, and continued to rush towards the direction of the convoy.

The shops on the street are separated by alleys, but that is not a problem for Zhang Qiang and Wang Zhiqiang. The only difficulty in crossing the swarm of zombies lies between the streets. Zhang Qiang and his men must then go downstairs and kill their way through.

In the middle of the sea of ​​corpses, a convoy of vehicles was planted.

Deacon looked around and saw that the zombies had lost interest in the car and were wandering around. He opened the skylight on the car's roof and dragged a corpse lying on the roof into the car.

The rotten and smelly corpse of the zombie fell on the front seat, and its head was stuck on Sarah's thigh, scaring her so much that she almost screamed.

"Come on, do as Zhang said, cut it open and rub it all over your body."

Deacon stared at his wife with burning eyes, this was their only chance to survive, even if his wife couldn't accept it, he had to force her.

"Come on... this is the only solution."

Sarah sighed, took out the knife from her boot, and together with her husband, they cut open the corpse's belly and reached into the sticky intestines and intestines...

At the head of the convoy, the pickup truck Alan was in was still being beaten and shaken by the zombies, and three children were squatting in the back truck, at a loss.

Fat Nick sat numbly in the driver's seat. The old man in the passenger seat tried to persuade him to do something, but Nick had given up thinking.

No one in the car had a walkie-talkie, so they didn't know the solution Zhang Qiang gave.

A zombie's arm suddenly climbed up from the edge of the carriage. Patrick was so scared that he wanted to scream. Alan immediately covered his mouth and gave Eric a look.

Eric received the signal and climbed forward with a screwdriver, aiming at the zombie whose half body was already crawling up strangely, and stabbed with all his strength.

Click…

The screwdriver sank into the zombie's head, and a mixture of brain matter and blood flowed out of the wound, but the zombie, which should have been dead, was still squirming and its body continued to move into the carriage.

"wrong."

Alan pulled Eric back to him.

This zombie was already dead before getting on the bus! There was a force pushing the corpse onto the bus!

Bang!

The zombie's body flipped completely over the carriage and fell heavily into the car. Nick and the old man in the driver's seat were startled and looked back, but they only saw Alan and the others standing there in a daze.

The body lay quietly in the carriage.

Alan swallowed and saw a tall figure among the zombies. The guy was a head taller than the zombies surrounding the pickup truck, and his broad body made him look like a giant.

"Join them."

A low voice came from the giant's mouth. Alan noticed his appearance. His face was ragged and rotten, and only his eyes looked clear and bright.

This is not a zombie! This is a person!!

Alan was deeply shocked and confused...

The tall figure retreated backwards, pushing away the zombies around him. The short zombies could not stop his steps. The zombies passing by him sniffed instinctively, but only smelled the scent of their own kind.

The giant in the coat left and disappeared in the black tide of corpses...

Alan looked at the corpse in the car thoughtfully. The giant's low voice was reminding them of something, but she couldn't grasp the key.

"Patrick, help me push this body off.

Eric, the Asian teenager, said to the fat white guy.

"Oh, okay, okay..."

Patrick crawled towards the body trembling, and tried to help Eric push the body up.

The two men tried to push the body out of the car...

“Don’t do that!”

Alan spoke up to stop him.

"Why? What are you going to do?"

Eric was puzzled. There were zombies everywhere, and the carriage was the only space they could move around in.

"This body was pushed up by a stranger. It was already dead. He told me to join them..."

Alan told his friends everything he saw and heard.

Patrick said in disbelief: "How is this possible? Are you hallucinating?"

"Join them? A living person?"

Eric touched his glasses on the bridge of his nose and fell into deep thought. In fact, he also noticed that this was a corpse, which was pushed into the car by external force.

The corpse showed no reaction until the screwdriver pierced its head.

What Alan said was obviously true.

"Why is he able to blend in with the zombies?" Eric asked himself.

Alan heard Eric's doubts and said, "I don't know. I saw that he looked very similar to a zombie, but his eyes were normal like ours."

"Looks like a zombie?"

"Yes, it is rotten."

Eric caught the bright spot from Alan's words, a rotten face, normal eyes, how could this be possible, this went against their cognition.

Unless, one of these two characteristics is false.

The tall person that Alan mentioned must first be a person! Then Eric was sure!

"I see! It's a disguise! His face is fake!"

Eric said confidently. Then, he looked at the corpse in the car, and he probably guessed the meaning of the corpse.

"Keep your voice down, do you want to drive them crazy?!"

Alan stretched out his fist and gently hit Eric on the head.

Eric covered his head and suggested in a low voice, "We should peel off its skin and put it on our body."

"Do you have the skills? Just chop it up and apply it on your body."

Alan spoke bluntly and suggested disposing of the body.

The little fat boy Patrick was almost crying, but he could still barely kill the zombies.

As for chopping up the body, smearing the body, peeling the skin off and putting it on the face, these are too much! !

The pickup truck was still shaking under the impact of the tide of zombies. The three children didn't even dare to stand up, for fear of being grabbed by the zombies' outstretched arms or falling because of the shaking of the pickup truck.

The fat white man Nick's attention is no longer on the children. He is in despair and unable to take care of himself, and he has no energy to help these unrelated children.

Besides, Alan and his men have formed a certain balance with the zombie swarm, and no one can do anything to anyone for the time being.

In the carriage, Alan knelt in front of the corpse with an extremely cold look in her eyes. She took out the knife she carried with her and stabbed it into the belly of the corpse, cutting it open with force...

In Sarah's car, Deacon, with a piece of blackened rotten intestine hanging around his neck, was smearing zombie blood and rotten flesh on his wife's body. He looked at Sarah with a wicked smile and kept comforting her.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm just a little sick. Look, I'm fine..."

It would have been better if we didn't mention the mouth. When Sarah saw the human body hanging on Deacon, she immediately leaned over to the back seat and vomited. The smell of rotten food and stomach acid immediately filled the car.

Deacon used the walkie-talkie to notify the rest of the convoy, because the drunkard was in the same car with others and the two brothers were still in contact.

After learning of Deacon's actions, the drunk in the black pickup truck opened the windshield and shouted to the vehicles behind him:

"Listen up!!! Find the corpses of the zombies, chop them up and smear them on your body!! When the time is right!! Everyone, blend into the zombie group and get out!!"

Surrounded by a tide of zombies, it would be extremely risky for a drunkard to shout so loudly, so he only gave the useful information and left the rest to the trapped people to decide for themselves.