Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The autumn weather is clear and crisp, with clouds rolling across the sky.

Caravans of workers heading to the farm come and go every week, keeping the lively working atmosphere on the farm going.

Today is the day for the handover between two groups of workers. After the new team of workers arrived, Zhang Qiang took Alan and three other children, and the workers returning to school, away from the farm.

He has been at Hershel Farm for a week and nothing has happened. In the next week, Wang Zhiqiang will lead the soldiers on the farm.

Both of them have the [mission physique] and are humans close to being extraordinary. Zhang Qiang attaches so much importance to the farm, which is considered to be the most kind thing he can do.

As the old group of workers' convoy left, a short figure hiding deep in the woods, high up in a tree, carefully put down his telescope and climbed down from the tree.

The man secretly monitoring the farm was a short, pointed-faced white man with red hair.

His name is Rogers. He is one of the few cunning ones among the Whisperers. He is usually responsible for herding the zombies in Pelican Hill.

Since Hera hurriedly returned to the camp last week, Hera has chosen to go undercover again.

Rogers boldly seized the opportunity. He wanted to become the new leader of the Whisperers after this incident.

Seeing that he looked smart, Hera gave him two weeks to sneak into the farm.

Hera never wanted to go to that damn place called the farm again unless there were thousands of zombies protecting her.

The weird feeling that Alan and the children left her last time always lingered in her heart. Her intuition told Hera that there was a great terror on the farm.

(Principal Zhang: “Yes, it is me.)

Rogers did not disappoint Hera's expectations. He spent a few days spying on the personnel composition of the farm. It would have been fine if he hadn't observed it, but he was shocked when he took a closer look.

There was actually a group of fully armed soldiers patrolling the farm, killing any zombies they saw. This forced Rogers to not dare to wear the corpse skin mask and blend in with the scattered zombies.

He switched to conventional tactics, hiding in the woods and spying through binoculars.

Thanks to his good climbing talent since childhood, he can climb a tree more than ten meters high. Wearing a homemade ghillie suit, he can stay on the tree for seven or eight hours without eating or drinking and without moving.

The special forces patrolling the outskirts of the woods didn't even notice him! !

There were always scattered zombies in the woods attracting attention, and Zhang Qiang's task for the soldiers was to clear out any visible zombies.

The limited mission made the soldiers unaware of Rogers' presence deep in the woods.

Of course, this is also because Rogers' ability to hide is too strong. His alcoholic father is a veteran who taught him some survival skills since he was a child.

In addition, Rogers had always been sneaking around in society, and it took him 20 to 30 years to hone his skills to perfection.

In the tree, Rogers stood still with the telescope, watching the farm and the main house of the Green family.

Noticing that a frequently appearing Asian youth left and another fully armed Asian soldier arrived with a new convoy, after the two sides handed over the teams, Rogers decided to leave the vicinity of the farm and report to Hera the intelligence he had obtained.

In a fishing house by the lake, in the wilderness far south of the farm.

Sigma was playing poker with a team of his men. Although Hera often emphasized giving up everything as a human being, no matter how loyal a Whisperer was, he would not give up even a little entertainment in life just to stay alive.

If living is like a walking corpse, then what is the difference between that and being dead? Unless one is completely brainwashed and becomes Hera's most loyal supporter and lackey, other Whisperers will more or less find some happiness in being human.

Sigmar is not like other Whisperer leaders. He experienced life and death with Hera and crawled out from a pile of corpses. He only has respect and conviction for Hera, but it does not reach the level of fanatical belief.

Therefore, he often plays some activities that are only available in human civilization with his men, such as playing poker, fishing, and playing billiards...

Sigma felt that Hera's vision was somewhat limited, or that there was something wrong with her ideas. How could a living person completely abandon civilized life and technological tools?

Didn’t Hera herself let everyone use wireless walkie-talkies?

Snapped!

"bomb!!"

"Oh! No!"

"Boss, you are so unlucky..."

Sigma threw down the last card in his hand and slammed it heavily on the table. Several of his men with messy hair covered their faces and cried out in disappointment. This was already the thirteenth time they had lost.

Sigma controlled his emotions very well during the game. No matter whether he got good or bad cards, they could not see any changes in Sigma.

Maybe he has some facial paralysis.

Nourishes...

The intercom on the table rang, and Rogers' voice came from it:

"Sigma... I have something to report to Hera..."

In the afternoon, Rogers was taken back to Pelican Hill by Sigma.

Hera was waiting for Rogers and Sigma in the conference room. They said they had important information to discuss with her.

Hera asked them to talk briefly on the intercom, and after learning that it was about the connection between the strongest armed force in the surrounding area, the [school] and the [farm], Hera immediately asked the two to return to the resort camp.

Late at night... until all the leaders in the meeting room began to yawn, Hera finalized the plan.

Winter is the season of death when everything withers. Even though [School] and [Farm] have a close relationship, Hera will try to chew this tough bone.

She herself believed in the law of the jungle, and if she didn't act sooner rather than later, it would be a big hidden danger once [the school] discovered them.

How can you let others sleep soundly on your bed? [School] and [Resort] are neighbors, and there will be friction sooner or later.

……

Another two days passed.

It was a new morning and Zhang Qiang rode his motorcycle back to school to catch up on his sleep. He was familiar with the road to Atlanta and had just returned from killing the zombies in the city.

At the school gate, an armed team was stopping two shabby-dressed strangers for inspection.

The two men, one tall and one short, were both white men. The one of them was extremely tall, bald, and had a brown beard, which caught the attention of Zhang Qiang, who was riding back on a bicycle.

This man was really tall, probably more than two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. One could tell at a glance that he contained violent power.

Seeing Zhang Qiang coming back on his bike, the armed team led by Miles made way for Zhang Qiang to enter:

"Hello, Principal!!!"

Miles and his teammates looked at Zhang Qiang with admiration.

Zhang Qiang was somewhat curious, pointed at the two strangers they were examining, and asked:

"Are you a new survivor? What do you mean, do you want to help or join the school?"

The school never helps strangers who don’t want to join, and if they want to join the school, they have to accept the curriculum (brainwashing), accept the school’s philosophy and rules, and work for the school.

Miles came over, stood next to Zhang Qiang, and whispered:

"They want to join the school, but that big guy looks scary, An Zhui doesn't dare to review it alone, so he asked us to help..."

Zhang Qiang couldn't help laughing.

An Zhui is still the same cowardly and cunning An Zhui.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. I'm going to go back and catch up on some sleep."

After Zhang Qiang finished speaking, he rode his newly found motorcycle to the office building.

The armed team members at the door surrounded the two new strangers and began to check them.

"Name, occupation before the disaster, experience after the disaster..."

"Sigma Tavor, was a barbecue restaurant chef before the disaster..."

"Rogers Roel, was a logistics worker before the disaster..."

Zhang Qiang returned to the office, asked Dai Ya to bring him food, and then began to catch up on his sleep happily.

It was not until the afternoon that he woke up, stretching his body. The first thing Zhang Qiang did after waking up was to check the panel. He wanted to know whether the points of the newly joined survivors had been credited.

Panel Credits:.

Zhang Qiang frowned. The score numbers were still the same as when he left Atlanta. It seemed that the two survivors did not join the [school]. Did they leave?

He didn't care and decided to go to the gym to warm up first and then go to the bathhouse to take a bath.

On the road, people greeted Zhang Qiang as usual. Zhang Qiang saw a few familiar faces and could call them by their names.

When they arrived at the gym, Daryl was training the kids to deal with the zombies, but today there were two new survivors too, and Daryl was observing their abilities.

After Sigma Rogers successfully went undercover into the school, he was asked to practice with a group of children.

Surrounded by a group of teenagers waiting to laugh at him, Sigma was surprised by the school curriculum but he also tried his best to show his abilities.

He used to be a chef and owner of a barbecue restaurant. He also processed raw beef himself in private and had good knife skills.

Chi! Chi!!

Sigmar's force was strong and he swung the dagger in the air at a high speed.

Daryl nodded with satisfaction when he saw Sigma's skillful knife handling. He didn't care about the newcomer's skills. Anyway, he didn't think anyone could cause trouble in the school.

"Can you accept actual combat?"

Daryl has a more peaceful attitude towards the strong, which is due respect.

Sigma was a little confused, he asked: "What do you mean by actual combat?"

Daryl clapped his hands, and Coulson, who was also in charge of the gym today, went to the equipment room and pulled out a zombie, just like before.

“HOOO ...

Different from the simple combat training in the past, Coulson led out a white zombie that was nearly two meters tall. The zombie's belly was bloated, and the fat stored during his lifetime had not been consumed yet.

The tall and fat zombies were wearing muzzles and gloves, and Daryl wouldn't be so tasteless. While increasing the difficulty, he also put Sigma at risk of being scratched by the zombies.

"Kill it."

Daryl looked at Sigma and said.

Sigma was somewhat stunned. Everything about the school seemed absurd to him. It was even stranger than the Whisperers. The children around him were still looking at him with a half-smile, as if they were used to this kind of thing.

Sigma nodded and chose to deal with it.

Seeing this, Coulson looked at Daryl, and Daryl agreed to start the actual combat.

Bang...

The chain fell to the ground, and the fat zombie immediately staggered towards Sigma.

The fat on its body shook with its stiff steps, and some white maggots fell to the ground from its belly button that was exposed through its rotten clothes.

This was the strongest zombie that Coulson had chosen from the equipment room at Daryl's behest, but compared to Sigma's tall body, this zombie looked underage...

Sigma looked at the fat zombie calmly, then looked at the dagger in his hand. He lowered his body and placed the dagger on the ground, then approached the zombie with his bare hands.

“HOOO ...

The fat zombie became even crazier. With a huge lump of fresh flesh and blood before its eyes, it waved its arms covered with rotten wrinkles, trying to grab Sigma's body.

Sigma said nothing, but just grabbed the fat zombie's arms with both hands. The zombie was resisted by the huge force and could not move forward towards him.

"Humph."

Veins bulged in his arms. Sigma grabbed the zombie's forearm and bent it hard, dislocating the zombie's elbow joint.

The fat zombie, who could only move his fingers but not bend his arms, continued to pounce on Sigma with his twisted arms upright, but he had lost the ability to bend his arms, so the only threat he could pose to Sigma was through biting his mouth.

Unfortunately, Sigma had had enough fun. He grabbed the zombie's neck with one hand, and the zombie's broken arm couldn't touch his body at all.

Stuck! ! !

A palm as big as a palm leaf fan pinched the zombie's neck and twisted it to one side with force. The fat zombie's cervical vertebrae were simply and roughly broken, and he completely lost the ability to move.

boom! ! !

The paralyzed zombie that fell to the ground was still opening and closing its smelly mouth frantically.

Daryl looked at Sigma with great admiration, thinking that this was the candidate for the armed team.

"Just get it over with and clean up the floor yourself."

Zhang Qiang, who had been watching from the door for a long time, came over with a calm face. He observed all of Sigma's actions in dealing with the zombies.

There was no panic at all, and he was terrifyingly calm, as if he was facing a lamb.

However, he came to the wrong place.

Zhang Qiang was standing at the door before, and was puzzled for a while as to why this tall newcomer came to the gym to practice.

Didn't he and the other newcomer not join the school? Otherwise, why didn't his points increase?

After checking the panel tasks again, Zhang Qiang finally understood everything.

This person chose to join the school, otherwise he would not be qualified to study in the gymnasium!

But the faction this person belongs to... is definitely not [school]!!

Mission [Rescue] (Changed Version): For each new survivor accepted by the faction under your rule, you will be rewarded with 200 points. No upper limit!

Are there any hostile forces nearby?

Zhang Qiang combined Sigma's performance with his previous experience and judged that Sigma was most likely a Whisperer! !

When Sigma saw Zhang Qiang, he obediently picked up the dagger on the ground and stabbed it into the paralyzed zombie's head.

He knew Zhang Qiang's identity that morning. This Asian was the top leader of the school.

Zhang Qiang gave up his exercise and said to Daryl, "Come find me later."

Rogers, who was standing next to him, had been quietly sizing up Zhang Qiang. Although his gaze was furtive and secretive, Zhang Qiang, who was no longer the same as before, was still able to keenly sense the other party's observation.

Zhang Qiang left the gym, and Daryl went to the office to find Zhang Qiang after the class.

"What's wrong? Do you think there's something wrong with the new guy? Do you want me to…"

Daryl closed the door and spoke directly to Zhang Qiang.

"You can also sense that he is not an ordinary person."

Zhang Qiang was smoking a cigarette and threw one to Daryl. The two sat on the sofa and discussed a new plan.

"Tomorrow, new people will arrive. You will take charge of An Zhui's work and take charge of receiving them... Don't worry about what happens next..."

Zhang Qiang transformed into a riddle man, flicking the ashes with a smile on his face. The feeling of being in control of the situation... is really good...