Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The zombies on the second floor were knocked down by Zhang Qiang, forming a pile of corpses with wriggling limbs.

Zhang Qiang turned around and looked at the newcomers on the rooftop, and gave steady instructions:

"Don't just watch the show. Block the stairs with your teammates carrying the bodies."

The pile of corpses under Zhang Qiang were still struggling. He took out a machete and cut off the restless rotten hands and feet of the zombies, then turned around and walked up the stairs.

His plan had not yet begun, and he didn't want to go downstairs and fight the tide of zombies directly.

Miles and the white sturdy man made way for Zhang Qiang. They pulled out the bodies they had killed before on the stairs, stacked them up one by one, and blocked the only way to go upstairs.

Nourishes...

The walkie-talkie rang, and it was the soldiers who brought the news that they were already in position outside the town and the tide of zombies began to notice their vehicles.

"Just get started! Lead them away!"

Zhang Qiang gave the order.

On the roads in all directions outside Gran Town, the sound of car music sounded at the same time, and the groups of zombies outside the zombie tide began to become manic. They were the group of zombies farthest away from their prey, and following the zombie tide would only wander aimlessly.

The sound of music stimulated the remaining consciousness of the zombies. They stretched out their rotten claws and pointed in the direction of the sound. One by one, they left the town with slow and shaky steps.

"Sir, the action was effective. Please give us the next instructions."

The soldiers brought news.

Zhang Qiang pressed the intercom and said in the communication helmet: "Continue to attract them to leave. If there is danger, you can open fire."

The first step of the plan was in place and the tide of zombies had begun to disperse.

Zhang Qiang snapped his fingers and asked the strong man to hand the chicken to him. He used a machete to chop off the heads of the two chickens, and chicken blood instantly spurted out from the broken necks.

Wang Zhiqiang and Zhang Qiang sprinkled chicken blood on their bodies, and the strong smell of blood immediately covered all the smell on their bodies.

Some people need to disguise themselves in rotten flesh to escape the tide of corpses, while others need to bathe in blood and fight their way in.

Zhang Qiang shoulders the responsibility, and his ability and ambition force him to do something.

The second step of the plan was for Zhang Qiang and Wang Zhiqiang to charge to the street, attracting the zombies on the entire street to attack and buy time for the people in the planting convoy.

Zhang Qiang asked Sarah on the intercom, "Have you prepared your disguise?"

Zhi…

"Me and Deacon and most of the people are ready, but some of the old people don't want to do that."

Sarah replied on the intercom.

A surge of anger suddenly rose in Zhang Qiang's heart, but he was not angry that some people disobeyed his orders.

He was just worried that this group of people who were unwilling to disguise themselves in flesh and blood would drag down those who mixed into the tide of zombies.

However... once the vehicle is opened and the disguisers appear, will the tide of zombies choose to attack those disguised in flesh and blood, or those who are not disguised in flesh and blood?

Zhang Qiang thought about it and felt that this might not be a bad thing.

He finally informed Moore and Sarah in the channel:

“I’m ready to enter the zombie tide to buy you some time.

Moore, the school is too far from here. It's too risky to let the pretenders go back directly. Tell your men to prepare to receive the people who went upstairs. They are covered in blood and flesh. Don't make a mistake.

I’m going to take action.”

"No problem, Zhang, we can tell who is alive. I'm not stupid."

Moore replied confidently into the intercom.

After waiting for a long time, Moore felt that his role could finally be reflected.

Zhang Qiang turned off the walkie-talkie and looked at the tide of zombies on the street. Oh no, soon they would just be the zombies remaining in Gran Town. The tide of zombies had been led away in all directions by the soldiers.

The planting convoy was on the street less than fifty meters away. Zhang Qiang stood on the rooftop of the second floor of the store and coughed. He cleared his lungs, puffed up his chest, and used his loudest voice to inform the trapped living people and zombies on the street:

"I'm coming!!! Are you ready!!!"

Wang Zhiqiang jumped down from the second floor and fell into the street filled with zombies. He lowered his knees and knelt directly on the body of a black zombie, causing the black zombie's chest to collapse.

The two silenced M9 pistols were fired wildly at the surroundings. A large group of zombies approached Wang Zhiqiang and squeezed his body in chaos.

Zhang Qiang looked seriously at the street below. Wang Zhiqiang alone was definitely not enough. He had to take himself with him so that they could hold out for a while.

He picked up the MG338, and aimed the barrel with a thick silencer at the group of zombies around Wang Zhiqiang and fired at them, clearing some space for Wang Zhiqiang.

Afterwards, Zhang Qiang himself jumped off the rooftop, and when he leaped into the air, two wielded knives suddenly appeared in his hands!

"die!!!"

Zhang Qiang, who was blessed with the [Mission Constitution] and [Strong] specialties, did not hesitate to use his old trick - Falling Flowers and Flowing Water.

Even if the blade accidentally cuts himself, he doesn't need to worry about the infection from the corpse blood and the wound.

Zhang Qiang is now wearing heavy armor, and no matter how he uses his dual swords, he can't cut through the heavy bulletproof vest.

The dazzling blades left a trail of afterimages in the crowd of zombies. A large amount of rotten flesh was taken away by the two swords. Zhang Qiang chopped the zombies into pieces one by one, just to temporarily clear the space around him.

"Zhang, we have already mixed into the zombie group. Alan and the others are still in the car. There are too many zombies around, and they can't get out!"

Sarah's low voice came from the intercom, mixed with the growls of the zombies around.

Zhang Qiang happily chopped off the head of a zombie. He didn't seem to be worried about Alan. He replied proudly:

"Don't worry about others. Go to the building occupied by Mor's men and get away from the zombies first."

Zhang Qiang and Wang Zhiqiang stood firm as they fought bloody battles among the crowd of corpses. The two men were like towering mountains, and no matter how hard the tide of corpses hit them, they could not shake their bodies.

The speed of killing the zombies was too slow after all, so Zhang Qiang took out a micro submachine gun, the AUG-XS that had not appeared for a long time.

Zhang Qiang's weapons all have silencers, so he doesn't use machine guns and rifles among the zombies. He's mainly worried that the bullets might pass through the zombies and stray bullets might injure the disguised people who have infiltrated from a distance.

Thug, tug, tug, tug, tug! ! !

The dull sound of a silenced gunshot rang out, and bloody holes instantly burst out in the heads of a dozen zombies around. The hollow-point bullets blew open the flesh and blood cavities, and the heads were torn into pieces by the bullets and fell among the zombies.

After gaining space, Zhang Qiang and Wang Zhiqiang continued to move towards the center of the street, attracting more zombies away from the convoy.

The zombies on the street were still very dense, but the people in the convoy only needed to seize the gaps and blend into the zombie horde before the zombies from the neighboring street came to fill the space, and slowly approach the building occupied by Moore and his men.

In the pickup truck, Alan, Eric, and Patrick.

The three children's bodies were covered with the foul-smelling flesh and blood of zombies. They did it very thoroughly, smearing the flesh and blood of zombies on their faces and hair.

The zombies around them no longer looked at them. They all faced the area where Zhang Qiang and Wang Zhiqiang were moving. The smell of chicken blood aroused their appetite.

But there was still not enough space around the pickup truck, and Alan and the others couldn't get out.

A pair of gloves stained with black blood suddenly touched the back edge of the car. Alan took out a pistol and pointed it at the owner of the gloves, but his eyes were stunned.

The tall figure who had delivered the zombie's body before appeared again. He was wearing a black coat stained with rotten blood, a wrinkled corpse skin hood on his face, and only a pair of cold eyes looked at Alan.

The tall pretender used his fingers to pull the latch on the rear baffle of the carriage and gently lowered the baffle.

His actions did not attract the attention of the zombies gathered around him.

"Come along..."

A pretender. No, if Zhang Qiang were here, he would definitely characterize this tall man. Isn't this the Whisperer in the original drama? How come he appeared so early? !

The tall Whisperer gestured to the three children to get off the bus. His body pushed aside several zombies around him, giving the children space to get off the bus.

Alan didn't say anything, but just stared at the tall Whisperer carefully with his gun, then he slowly moved his friends and was the first to climb out of the car.

"What? Alan? What are you doing?!"

Nick, who was not disguised as rotten meat, saw Alan's bold move from the driver's seat and shouted at Alan to stop.

A thousand divine beasts were running through Alan's young heart. She didn't expect that the fat man not only didn't help her, but also wanted to hold her back at this time.

Even though he was a little angry, Alan still held the hands of his two friends tightly, signaling them not to make a sound.

But the tall Whisperer seemed to be angry. He pushed aside the zombies beside him, came to the door of the pickup truck, and violently pulled the door open!

Bang! !

The sound of the car door being opened roughly attracted the attention of the zombies around. Nick, who was in the driver's seat, looked terrified. He couldn't believe that a zombie would open the car door! !

"No! What are you!!"

Nick screamed in terror, fear and confusion overwhelmed his reason.

The next moment, a pair of black gloves grabbed his hair and pulled him out of the driver's seat.

The tall Whisperer threw Nick into the crowd of zombies. A large number of zombies immediately pounced on the fat white man. Their rotten claws scratched his fat flesh. A bloody mark appeared, and a deep wound that could be seen to the bone appeared...

“Hoooooo!!!”

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! No! Let me go!! You bastards!!"

Nick was pressed to the ground by the zombies. A zombie bit the flesh on his face and tore it off. His skin and yellow fat were chewed in the zombie's mouth. Yellowish human oil and blood flowed from the corners of the zombie's mouth.

"No…!"

Patrick was standing at the rear of the car and almost screamed out. Alan and Eric held back their fear and nausea, covered his mouth in time, and pulled his hand towards the group of zombies coming in the opposite direction.

The tall Whisperer stood in place, looked down at Nick who had lost his voice and was being eaten by the zombies, and then looked at Alan and the others who disappeared in the horde of zombies.

These three children left a deep impression on him during this experiment.

"Now...it's your turn."

The whisperer looked at the old man in the car who was covering his mouth tightly and dared not make a sound.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The screams of the living seemed very abrupt amid the roars of the zombies, but Zhang Qiang, who was still struggling to kill the zombies, just felt a sinking feeling in his heart, without any doubts.

It was normal for some people to fail in their disguise and die in the zombie swarm. He just lost another worker.

A zombie pushed aside its companions and pounced towards Zhang Qiang. Zhang Qiang remained expressionless and just chopped at it with his knife. This time, his knife got stuck in the zombie's head.

"Huh? Why is it so hard?!"

Just as Zhang Qiang was beginning to feel puzzled, he saw a large amount of red blood flowing out from between the knife and the skull of the zombie in front of him.

Is this a person!!!?

Zhang Qiang's heart beat violently. A human skull was harder than a long-rotten zombie. Adding the blood flowing out... He must have killed a living person just now! !

"Hold."

Zhang Qiang cursed angrily, suspecting that he had hacked someone to death in the school camp.

"Too fast. Can't dodge."

The tall Whisperer was mixed in with the zombies. When he saw Zhang Qiang killing his companion, he made a judgment, then turned around and left silently.

Luringing out the zombie horde in Atlanta was just an experiment by the leader, and apparently they succeeded.

More things are not planned, and forcing them to be done will only increase the risk of personal injury.

The tall Whisperer was ready to leave Gran Town and return to his camp to report his full experience to the leader who had brought him everything.

Zhang Qiang didn't know that the Whisperer, who only appeared in the later part of the play, would meet him for the first time just three months after the disaster.

After a while, gunshots were heard from the buildings on both sides of the street. The corpses of the zombies under Zhang Qiang's feet had piled up into a small hill. He and Wang Zhiqiang stood on the pile of corpses, waiting for the zombies to crawl up and die.

"Roar…"

A zombie that had struggled to climb up the pile of corpses stretched out its claws towards Zhang Qiang's boots, only to be greeted by the sharp tip of a knife piercing its head.

Zhang Qiang sat on the pile of corpses and lit a cigarette. The zombies on other streets were still pouring towards this side, but he had done what he should do.

"Moir, how many people succeeded?"

Zhang Qiang asked on the intercom channel.

Moore and his men, through covering fire, have taken in the trapped men, and he is counting them.

“12, but Sarah said 21 came back this time.”

Moore replied dully.

The camp lost nine plantation workers, including seven adults and two high school students.

Zhang Qiang took a deep puff of the cigarette, sat on the pile of corpses and continued to stab the zombies crawling up with a knife. His equipment had been soaked with the zombies' rotting flesh and blood.

If he hadn't made such an arrogant noise on the pile of corpses, the zombies below would have ignored him and Wang Zhiqiang as their "kind".

"Just stay here for now. You won't be able to go back to school for a while."

Zhang Qiang left the intercom channel.

Next to Moore, Alan sat on the rooftop in a daze, still thinking about something.

Moore was worried that something might happen to the popular people around Zhang Qiang, so he came over and asked, "Alan, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Ellen glanced at Mor and shook her head. She was still thinking about the tall man.

Who is that person? Why did he help her? But then he opened the car door and hurt others?

Eric saw what Alan was thinking. This little Asian boy was quite smart. He walked up to Moore, tugged at the corner of Moore's clothes, and whispered:

"We found it down there..."

Eric tells Maul what happened.

"What?! A disguised living person?! He threw Nick and the others into a pile of corpses?!!"

After hearing this, Moore felt horrified. A stranger who looked like a zombie was mixed in with the zombies. Then, would there be more eyes staring at them in the zombies downstairs? !

They killed Nick, but helped Alan? Why? Was the enemy toeing the line?

Don't kill children?

Dealing with the living is much more complicated than dealing with the zombies. Moore decided to report to Zhang Qiang immediately and tell him that there are hidden enemies among the zombies! !