Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Early in the morning, a cool autumn breeze blew into the principal's office. Zhang Qiang, who had slept for a day and a night, shivered and woke up.

The first thing Zhang Qiang did after getting up from the sofa was to light up an [Immortal] cigar. After smoking it, his health points would accumulate to 104.

At this time, the cafeteria hadn't started working yet, and there were some snacks on Zhang Qiang's desk...

In fact, there were no documents in it, just snacks.

After eating something casually, Zhang Qiang prepared to go out for a walk. He would come back to replenish his high-calorie food when the cafeteria opened.

In the school, soldiers and armed teams on night patrol were still standing behind the wall on guard.

Zhang Qiang noticed a heroic face. It was a Latin American female soldier, code-named "Sasha".

"Sasha, come with me for a while."

This didn't count as an order, Zhang Qiang just called out casually.

But in the eyes of the soldiers, this is an order that cannot be disobeyed, and the superiors are above everything else.

Sasha smoothed her short hair that was messed up by the autumn wind. Her helmet was hanging on her elbow. After hearing Zhang Qiang's voice, she immediately put on her helmet and asked other soldiers to open the door.

"Sir."

Sasha took his position next to Zhang Qiang, holding a silenced M4 rifle.

She looked very serious. Zhang Qiang was speechless for a while, then walked out of the school gate and headed for the cotton mill in the town.

The supplies there were almost moved out and there was no one in the large factory, which was just convenient for him and Sasha to do certain things.

The two walked around the town on foot, and Sasha's slender figure moved in front of Zhang Qiang. Her slim waist and perky hips, wrapped in loose combat pants, still highlighted her sexy curves.

Zhang Qiang swallowed his saliva. It would be spring in a few months, so it was normal for him to be tempted now.

Zhang Qiang stared at Sasha's buttocks and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

'What am I thinking about, peach?'

Zhang Qiang rubbed his eyes to get rid of the overly corrupt thoughts. Some things, once started, could never be stopped.

There is no shortage of female soldiers in the army. Although they are all deployed based on points, using these loyal people just to mess around is purely an immoral thing that only animals with lower bodies would do.

He asked the soldiers to accompany him on the trip today because he had something to do. He wanted to test the damage that the guns would cause to himself and explore the tactics that could be combined with his own abilities.

You must use your brain more!

A moment later, inside the Grantown Cotton Mill.

Zhang Qiang stood in the empty warehouse without any armor, and signaled Sasha to test the damage of the pistol bullets to himself first, one by one.

Although he knew that Sasha was not a bitch and would not shoot the officer in the head several times in a row, but when it came to his life, it was better to be cautious.

boom!

Sasha, holding a silenced M9, hit Zhang Qiang in the chest. The 9mm pistol bullet penetrated Zhang Qiang's plaid shirt on his chest, leaving a burnt cotton hole.

The deformed and twisted bullet fell from the skin.

When he was hit, Zhang Qiang only felt his chest shake, his vision shook slightly, and at the same time, a little scarlet appeared.

Health: 80/104.

This shot took away 24 drops of his blood. If he was wearing heavy armor, the 9mm bullet could not even penetrate the bulletproof fiber, let alone the composite bulletproof plate behind the fiber.

After testing the small-caliber pistol, Zhang Qiang took a breath to recover his blood, and the red in his vision quickly faded away and returned to normal.

He motioned for Sasha to shoot himself in the chest with the Desert Eagle.

Next to Sasha, there is a table filled with common hot weapons, all of which are 5.56mm caliber rifles and 7.62mm caliber rifles.

Of course, Zhang Qiang didn't dare to take out the 7.62mm caliber M24 sniper rifle.

That thing is so powerful that in the Call of Duty game, if the M24 hits the enemy's chest at a certain distance, it can kill them instantly.

Unless he keeps smoking [Old Immortal Cigar] and his health points accumulate to more than 200.

Before this, he would never joke about his own life.

boom! ! !

The loud sound of Desert Eagle gunfire rang out in the warehouse.

A piece of cloth on Zhang Qiang's plaid shirt burst out directly on his chest. His whole body was shaking violently, and his eyes unconsciously looked up to the sky.

Ah...heaven...no...it's hell.

There was a scarlet color in the field of vision, and it felt like a large number of throbbing blood vessels were spreading across the eyeballs.

Zhang Qiang raised his hand and asked Sarah to stop immediately. They were only 20 meters apart. He checked the panel and took a deep breath to restore his life.

The shot took away 70 of his health points, and the .50AE bullet's bullet deformed and twisted and fell to the ground.

Apart from the reduction in health points, Zhang Qiang did feel nothing unusual in his bones or body.

Zhang Qiang and Sasha tested other rifles one by one and found that the damage of rifles was not several times higher than that of pistols. The most powerful AKM rifle only caused 40 points of damage to the chest with one shot.

A pile of deformed warheads fell to the ground. After Zhang Qiang noticed them, he squatted down and picked them up one by one. He seemed to have thought of something, and an inspiration flashed through his mind!

"This...! Isn't this unlimited copper resources!!"

Zhang Qiang suddenly discovered a new way to open the mission panel!

As long as he has enough rifles and full magazines, he will get more ammunition by spending 200 points to replenish them.

Recyclable bullet casings...bullets from burning bodies...

In the future, whenever the forces under your rule need copper, they will have a supplementary source!

“The panel is awesome!”

Zhang Qiang praised sincerely in his heart.

As soon as he was in a good mood, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but want to reward himself. It shouldn't be a problem to get a female bodyguard to serve him personally!

"Sasha, you don't have to go on patrol anymore, just follow me full-time!"

Zhang Qiang patted Sasha, who was bending over to organize the guns on the table with his back to him.

He ran his hands over the guns on the table and put them back into the warehouse one by one.

Just as Zhang Qiang was about to return to school, he heard a buzzing sound from his intercom.

Wang Zhiqiang's voice came:

"Sir, are you awake? I have something to report..."

Ten kilometers south of the town.

On the wild road.

Two hunched figures wearing ghost masks, carrying equipment and wearing dozens of kilograms of heavy armor walked into the woods where zombies roamed.

The Dixon brothers, who have completely lost their agility due to the heavy weight on their shoulders, have to find out the reason why the zombies are gathering nearby.

"Fuck... Ghost is a lunatic. My waist is almost broken by the equipment. Where did he get the bulletproof heavy armor..."

Mor's hoarse voice complained.

Daryl remained silent. They used to travel light, but now they had an extra set of equipment. They could only blame Maul and Ghost for being too talkative.

It's just a motorcycle, just leave it in the town, why do you have to fight with ghosts?

The ghost gave Moore two choices:

1. If you don’t listen, go back to school.

Second, if you want the right to speak, you have to fight for it with strength.

And then…Moll’s eye sockets were still bruised, but it wasn’t visible because of the mask.

In combat, the perfect form 141 can slaughter ordinary people.

"You are only human."

More could not forget the ghost's merciless mockery of him when he was lying on the ground and counting the stars during the day.

However, Ghost still respected them and allowed them to ride motorcycles, but in their daily training in the future, they had to wear desert-colored heavy bulletproof armor to act as weights.

"It's impossible for these zombies to be walking around for no reason. There must be something attracting them..."

Daryl took off the silenced AKM rifle from his back and put a composite thermal imaging scope on it.

He raised his gun and observed the zombies passing by the trees, but did not find any heat source that was far superior to the environment.

"No Whisperers found."

Daryl pressed the intercom mounted on the chest of his bulletproof armor and reported to Ghost.

"Understood. Continue to move towards the zombie group and find out why they are gathering together."

Ghost replied.

Daryl acknowledged receipt.

A zombie heard Daryl's hoarse voice, tilted its rotten neck, and turned its head to look at him.

A corner of its face was cut by a sharp weapon, and flesh and blood rolled under the wound, revealing its black gums and dark yellow teeth.

Daryl ignored the zombie, knocked its body aside, and continued moving deeper into the woods.

The zombie staggered and roared. There seemed to be confusion in the roar. It couldn't understand the strange "fellow" in front of it. It didn't have any desire to attack.

"Hahahaha idiot!"

More had never seen anything so interesting, and he determined that the mask given by the ghost was a "witchcraft weapon."

Along the way, the Dixon brothers and teacher Ghost did not find anything unusual. Even if there were scattered zombies, they did not arouse Ghost's vigilance.

Until they moved on and discovered the zombies in the woods.

Daryl and More felt something was wrong, while Ghost observed the movement of the corpses and found that they were always circling in the same place.

So, the ghost issued a task, asking the two brothers to find out the reason why the zombies gathered.

The Dixon brothers figured they only needed to find a dead deer, or any fresh carcasses that would be attractive enough to the herd, to accomplish their simple task.

The zombies will not gather for no reason. Even if there are more potential "leader zombies", the leader zombies will not roam in one direction for no reason.

"Wait...the direction these guys are heading is..."

Moore stretched out his hand to count the zombies in the woods. He found that most of the zombies were facing the west side of the woods, as if something there had attracted their attention.

"Look in that direction. Be careful."

Moore felt something was wrong. He took the Remington 870 shotgun behind him. His hunter's instinct told him that there was danger ahead.

At Moore's reminder, Daryl also noticed the common characteristics of the zombies. He held his gun and became more vigilant.

The brothers headed toward the west side of the woods, the direction the zombies often headed.

The orientation of this group of zombies is not always the same, but after circling in place, they always instinctively look to the west.

It seemed as if something there had left a deep impression on them.

Moore and Daryl moved forward with guns, and Daryl used thermal imaging to observe the surroundings from time to time to prevent the presence of Whisperers.

They had already learned from Zhang Qiang about the information about the hostile force called the Whisperers.

In several meetings, Zhang Qiang also emphasized the importance of thermal imaging.

After walking for a while, the silence of the woods gradually disappeared, and the noisy roars of corpses were heard.

Climbing up a small slope of bushes, the Dixon brothers slowed down their pace. Daryl gently pushed aside the bushes to reveal his vision and observe...

"Hoooooooo!! Hoooooo!!!"

"Uhhhhhh!!"

A large group of zombies appeared in a black mass, with hundreds of corpse heads crowded together, waving their rotten claws wildly towards the sky.

There is something above the zombies attracting them!!!

Daryl looked up over the trees.

All I saw was a bunch of animal viscera wrapped in a net bag, hanging high on a tree branch, slowly dripping fresh blood towards the mad corpses below...