Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Rick didn't leave school in a hurry. He found Carol and found out what had happened recently.

"The school was surrounded by many zombies. I've never seen so many zombies before... Fortunately, Zhang led everyone to solve the problem."

Carol had a silenced M9 pistol on her waist and she had already started learning how to shoot.

After being separated from her daughter, she wanted to have the power to protect Sofia instead of pinning her hopes on others.

Rick looked down at Carol's holster and suddenly asked:

"What is Sean doing here?"

Carol said, "The shooting coach will teach everyone how to practice shooting. Zhang said there will be enough bullets and pistols."

Rick was stunned. If Carl came over, Sean would be his shooting coach, but this was not bad, after all, Sean had experience in teaching children shooting.

(Rick and Lori in the original show also said this.)

In the school gymnasium, next to the basketball court, T and Glenn leaned against the wall, watching the young people train.

Daryl holds a dagger and shows the underage children how to kill lone zombies.

"That's it, be quick and hard, and stab it in the side of its head.

Be sure to avoid being grabbed and pulled by it.

Those little brats! Stop talking! Have you guys practiced your coordination? You can’t act alone outside! "

Daryl looked very stern when he was disciplining the child, and T and Glenn laughed out loud while watching from the side.

"Hahaha……"

Daryl turned his head and looked in their direction, and the two men immediately shut up.

Because of Zhang Qiang, Daryl, who was originally a member of Rick's team, was kidnapped. They were not familiar enough with Daryl.

"Those two guys, come here together!!"

Daryl yelled to T-boy and Glenn.

T and Glenn stood together. They originally wanted to go to the gym to play basketball, but found that the place was already occupied.

They pointed at each other and gave Daryl a look of question marks on their faces.

"It's you two, come here and get the knives!!"

There were armed team members standing guard with guns in the basketball court. After Daryl finished speaking, the armed team members also looked at T and Glenn.

Under pressure from being on someone else's turf, T and Glen had no choice but to join the kids.

"Haha, two adults..."

A group of middle school kids and young people started to make a fuss and laugh at the two.

"Shut up! Whoever keeps talking nonsense! Just fight me!"

Daryl glared around fiercely.

"..."

The group of children immediately shut up.

"Wait, he said actual combat?" Glenn looked at T and asked, "What does that mean?"

Daryl blew a whistle and ordered the armed team members next to him:

"Coulson! Bring their teacher up!!"

The armed team member with a gun nodded. He looked at Glenn and T with a sly smile, then turned around, opened the iron door of the equipment room behind him, and walked in.

"Hoo-uh-woo..."

The low growls of the zombies were heard, but the sound seemed to be muffled by something and sounded a little dull.

The tall and fat Coulson quickly walked out of the equipment room. He was holding an iron chain in his hand, and the thing behind the chain was still hidden in the equipment room.

As Coulson pulled, the chain made a clanging sound.

A swaying figure squeezed open the door of the equipment room and walked out.

The so-called "teacher" turned out to be a zombie!!

“Hoooooo!!!”

Seeing the large number of living people present, the zombies let out crazy roars.

This is an old zombie with a rotten face, thin cheekbones like a skeleton, and a few white hairs on its head.

Its body was also skinny, with not much dead flesh on its arms and calves. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a mummy.

The old zombie had a leather muzzle on his mouth and thick leather gloves on his hands. These were the equipment that Zhang Qiang specifically required when designing the course.

Coulson was leading the zombie, and the latter wanted to get close to him and grab him, but it was too slow and could only be dragged by Coulson's neck with an iron chain.

"That Korean! Glenn, right? Kill it with a knife."

Daryl pointed to Glenn at the box of knives on the sidelines.

Glenn wanted to refuse. He was a little scared and panicked. He looked around, but found that no one was willing to help him.

Daryl looked at Glenn calmly, without expectation in his eyes, and he didn't think that this "old acquaintance" could demonstrate any means.

Just as he was about to ask a group of children to come over and demonstrate to Glenn, Glenn suddenly stopped his trembling body, walked quickly to the knife box, and took out a dagger.

During this time, Glenn and Maggie have already established a romantic relationship, and he has ambitions to become braver and stronger.

Protecting your woman is what every man should do and think about.

Glenn took the initiative to walk towards the chained zombie.

Daryl saw this and smiled amusedly, he said to Coulson, "Give it to him!"

Coulson pulled the old zombie in front of him and gave it a slight push, causing it to stumble in Glenn's direction.

At the same time, he released his hands from the chain.

"Hoooooo!! Ugh!"

Without the chains, the old zombie became even crazier. It raised its skinny arms and was about to slowly grab Glenn in front of it.

"Drink!!!"

Glenn roared to give himself courage, rushed towards the old zombie, and raised the dagger in his hand, ready to stab it into the old zombie's head.

Chi! !

The sharp dagger was obviously not strong enough, and the tip of the knife cut through the zombie's scalp, shaving off two pieces of rotten flesh, leaving only a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

“Roar!!”

The zombie roared without feeling, and since Glenn failed to kill it with one strike, it had the opportunity to get closer to Glenn.

When the zombie's leather-gloved claws touched Glenn's shoulder and grabbed the flesh on Glenn's shoulder, Glenn still wanted to continue stabbing the zombie's head with a knife.

"enough."

Daryl on the sidelines shook his head repeatedly, came over and grabbed Glenn's forearm holding the knife, and twisted his big hand slightly, causing Glenn to feel pain and drop the dagger in his hand.

Coulson hurried over, picked up the chain dragging on the ground, and controlled the zombies to prevent any accidents from happening.

The zombie was grabbed by Coulson again, and Daryl announced to Glenn:

"Your shoulder has been scratched by its rotten hands. Maybe your next blow can kill it, but you will be dead soon."

Glenn was still holding his wrist; Daryl's twist had hurt him badly.

After hearing Daryl's explanation, the students present nodded thoughtfully, and Glenn also started thinking about it.

Many children were afraid of this course at first. They thought Zhang Qiang designed this course to require them to go outside and clean up the zombies.

But after realizing that the course was to teach them how to survive the clutches of zombies, the children accepted and were grateful for Zhang Qiang's arrangement.

"Fuck! You are crazy. You actually raise zombies! And let the children face it!!"

T, with a dull look in his eyes, has come back to his senses from what has just happened. He cursed angrily, trying to denounce Daryl's behavior.

Daryl clapped his hands, and another strong white man with a gun came over immediately, grabbed T's neck and "invited" him out.

"Who is that Niko?" a little white boy asked his classmates.

"I don't know, it looks a bit silly." An Asian boy replied.

"Pike, the school prohibits the use of discriminatory words."

Daryl stared at the white kids sternly, while Zhang Qiang was cracking down on racial superiority remarks.

Although Pique did not show any sense of superiority among white people, discrimination against other races is not a good sign.

"But... I heard the principal say that..."

Pique lowered his head and played with the dagger in his hand with grievance.

Daryl: “…”

Daryl was speechless and chose to continue teaching the children how to face the zombies. This time, Glenn also listened carefully to Daryl's teaching...

It was soon noon. Zhang Qiang was sitting in the office when An Zhui brought him lunch:

A plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of vegetable salad, a plate of baked apple pie, tomato macaroni and fried chicken.

Zhang Qiang’s lunch is already the best in the school. Except for the senior executives, the main sources of protein for everyone else are eggs and soybeans.

The school's breeding had not yet been fully established when it was surrounded by a tide of zombies.

The pressure of feeding hundreds of people is not great now, but the future is unknown, and Zhang Qiang must also think about improving people's lives on a regular basis.

This is the responsibility he felt after becoming [leader].

If you want others to respect you, you must not only have the ability, but also treat others as human beings.

Click…

Zhang Qiang started to eat lunch when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Alan walked in wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. She had a ponytail and a gun holster and a knife holster on her waist, looking cool and neat.

"Principal...mmmm~ It's so hot...I want to go back and take a look tomorrow."

Alan walked over to Zhang Qiang and broke off a piece of hot apple pie. Her mouth was so hot that she couldn't speak clearly.

Zhang Qiang glared at Alan and asked angrily, "Have you washed your hands?"

"No…"

"Then eat the rest of the pie!!"

"Hmm..."

Zhang Qiang was playing around with Ai Lan. This girl made him worry-free in every way. She graduated with full marks in all design courses and was a role model for her students.

With a child like this setting the tone, others are more likely to accept Zhang Qiang's ideas and style of doing things.

So far, there have been no incidents of workers causing unrest in the school, which has given Zhang Qiang time to think more about external development.

Of course, Zhang Qiang knew that there would definitely be internal conflicts in the future. Human beings are greedy creatures. Once they live a comfortable life, these people will inevitably demand more.

"Zi..."

The intercom on the table suddenly rang. Zhang Qiang frowned. He picked it up and a voice came from the other side immediately:

"I'm Dai Ya, principal. There's a disturbance in the cafeteria, and I have to look for you."

Zhang Qiang replied: "Just bring the person here, don't use violence, I'm still eating."

After a while, the intercom rang again, and Dai Ya's voice came:

"Zhang, that bitch said you must explain clearly in front of everyone. She seems to be a relative of the victim."

Dai Ya spoke the second half in a low voice.

Bang!!! Bang Bang...

Zhang Qiang slammed the fork on the table, and several plates flew up a little and then fell down.

"An explanation? She wants an explanation?"

Zhang Qiang's face was gloomy. These ignorant American rioters were trying to touch his tiger's beard!

"Notify everyone to come to the auditorium for a meeting tonight!!

Keep an eye on that woman, you want to fight me?! When it comes to cursing, quarreling, and typing, I have never been defeated by anyone!"