Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

After a few days, the caravan members and the wanderers were completely integrated together, but new problems arose.

In the morning, Zhang Qiang woke up awkwardly from the passenger seat of the truck. He moved his hands and feet and felt uncomfortable all over.

Sleeping on a truck seat is worse than sleeping on an old sofa in the warehouse. At least you can lie down with your whole body.

An Zhui walked over, swinging his long curly hair, with a rather unhappy look on his face.

"Qiang, we've run out of canned food. These days, Sewo has let those people use our supplies. Now we only have a bunch of snacks left, and not even much drinking water left."

As soon as An Zhui came in, he complained to Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang moved his neck. He was not surprised by this. Even when Sewo allowed the people in the camp to use supplies and An Zhui tried to stop him, he did not express his opinion.

This is the situation we want now!

No food left? Then go out and find some! I just need to kill zombies to earn points.

This is Zhang Qiang’s plan.

Zhang Qiang smiled at An Zhui and said, "Then go out and find food."

An Zhui thought Zhang Qiang's smile was a little creepy.

Zhang Qiang ignored him and found Sewo and told him what An Zhui had told him.

"There is still some food in the carriage, so let's make do with it."

Sewo did not hesitate to voice his idea. As a man who values ​​his family, it was difficult for him to suggest organizing everyone to search for supplies outside.

Zhang Qiang shook his head and said:

“Uncle Sewo, we are lacking more than just these things, drinking water and medicine.

Why don't you ask everyone about their supplies? Now that everyone is well supplied, make a count. Don't wait until everyone has finished their food and goes out hungry to look for food. That would be really dangerous."

Sevo hesitated, then thought it made sense, so he said, "Okay, I'll go ask Dell and the others about the situation."

Zhang Qiang lit a cigarette with confidence. He knew that the convoy did not have much supplies to begin with, and they had been eating and drinking lavishly in the past few days. Even if there were things in the trucks, they would not be enough to support the large number of people in the camp.

Sevo found old Dale, and the two were chatting. Sean, who was maintaining guns in the RV, also came out to inquire about the situation. The three seemed to have reached a consensus and soon began to run around to inquire about everyone's situation.

Soon, the material crisis was exposed. Old Dale and Sevo both looked worried, and they gathered everyone together with heavy hearts.

"We are running low on supplies. We have almost no drinking water, food, or medicine. I want to ask if anyone is willing to go out and look for supplies. If possible, I would be the first to lead the way!"

Old Dell was almost shouting, but the only people who responded to him were those who lowered their voices and discussed with their families.

The Dixon brothers were smoking and standing on the outskirts of the crowd, watching the fun. Moore and Zhang Qiang looked at each other, and they waved and greeted each other from a distance.

Seeing that no one responded, Sevo also stepped forward and said that he was willing to take risks for these young people and friends with families.

Zhang Qiang shook his head and was about to sign up when a discordant voice appeared.

"Isn't there still a lot of food in the truck? We can eat for a long time, why should we go out to look for food?"

A white man stood up, and behind him stood his young daughter, his short-haired wife, and one of the future protagonists, Carol.

'What's this guy's name?'

Zhang Qiang noticed the discordant voice. He saw Carol behind the man and knew his identity, but could not remember his name.

Zhang Qiang stood up and prepared to say a few words.

"Those foods are all puffed foods. Eating them every day may fill your stomach, but after a long time, your body will only become weaker and weaker!"

Zhang Qiang walked over to Sewo and continued:

“And we are short of drinking water. I know what some people are going to say, the surrounding lakes, right?

Don’t forget that this was originally a mine, and the water there is likely to be seriously contaminated with heavy metals. You don’t want the children in the camp to drink that sewage for a long time, causing them to suffer from incurable organ failure, do you? "

When the banner of children was withdrawn, some American people present could not stand it any longer.

A blonde white woman stood up, raised her hand and said, "Count me in!"

Zhang Qiang nodded to Sewo and Dale and said, "Thank you, Andrea. I am also willing to take the risk for everyone and the children in the camp."

"Well, well, what can I say? It's really a touching spirit of selflessness."

Moore clapped his hands outside and said, "I'm willing to go, too."

Daryl was about to stand up, but Moore pushed him away and said viciously:

"Don't think about anything else, kid. Hunt a deer for me and I'll come back to celebrate! Got it?!"

Daryl wanted to say something else, but when he saw Moore's cold eyes, he knew he couldn't go against his brother this time.

With the joining of several people, some brave people also raised their hands, including the fat black man T, the Mexican Moraeus, and a black woman.

Finally, Glenn also weakly raised his hand.

"That's settled then. With the two of us old guys included, um... there will be eight of us in total."

Sevo counted the number of people.

"Excuse me, Uncle Sevo and Uncle Dale, but you two had better stay in the camp."

Zhang Qiang stood in front of Sewo and did not allow him to be refused.

"What…you…?"

Sevo was about to say something, but Moore came over and put his arm around Zhang Qiang's shoulders and said:

"Don't worry, man. We will take care of each other. This kid is a ruthless person. You old guys should stay in the camp and take care of these young people. Hahahaha!"

Zhang Qiang frowned and pushed Moore away, but he stared at Sevo to show his tough attitude.

"No, if you go, I want to go too." Sevo still tried to say.

Zhang Qiang shook his head and said, "Stop talking about it, Uncle Sevo. I will be back safely. Just take care of Perkins and the others. Without you, they will definitely quarrel with others again."

"..."

Sevo was silent for a while, looked at the other members of the search team, everyone of whom was carrying a pistol, and finally nodded in agreement with Zhang Qiang's statement.

"Let's set off early and try to come back before dark." Sevo pinched Zhang Qiang's shoulder, still very worried.

"Do not worry…"

Zhang Qiang pretended to walk from behind the truck, and when he came back he was holding his M4A1 rifle. The dark modified gun body immediately surprised everyone present.

"What kind of rifle is this? It looks like an M4A1."

Sean walked over and looked at the rifle Zhang Qiang was carrying.

The m4a1 in Zhang Qiang's hand is an improved version that the United States will adopt in the future, which is different from the mold equipment of 11.

"Personal order. Picked it up."

Zhang Qiang glanced at Sean and didn't want to say more.

"What a nice guy, fuck! Can you let me play with it?"

Moore, who was ready to go with a shotgun on his back, came forward and looked at the M4A1 with a fake scope and a silenced barrel with envy.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Zhang Qiang was fed up with the excessive small talk. After the others prepared the vehicles, Zhang Qiang, Tzai, and Glenn got on Moraes' pickup truck, while Moore got on his motorcycle, and they officially set off.

A group of people drove away from the camp, and the people behind them prayed that they would return safely.

After getting on the main road, Glenn, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and the driver Morius, studied the map. They were going to go to the central shopping mall where the most supplies were available to search.

Zhang Qiang listened to their conversation in silence. Even though they had Glenn, a thief as skilled as a ground rat, it was undoubtedly wishful thinking for this group of people to drive safely to the city with the most zombies, loot the place and then withdraw.

In the original drama, the search team was even trapped in the mall for several days by the zombies. Andrea, the first person to take the risk, was even a little desperate.

In the current team, Zhang Qiang is probably the only one who is not worried about various challenges. He has been prepared for a long time. If he fails, he will die. He has saved the last bullet for himself.

After suffering for so many years, I am still lying down when I have the opportunity to strive for success.

Tzai tried to chat with Krista and Zhang Qiang. The four of them sitting in the back of the pickup truck was a bit crowded, especially for Tzai, who was fat.

(Krista is a black woman. Her name is very diluted in the original show, so I used the name of a black woman in the first season of the game)

"Zhang, do you discriminate against black people? I saw you talked to everyone in the camp, but you didn't seem to be enthusiastic about us."

Tzai said to Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang frowned, he knew that T was more reliable in the original drama, but due to his impression of black people in recent years, he could only treat him normally. As for making friends with him or winning him over, he really had no interest in that.

However, he had to deny what T-zai said even if he was pretending.

"No, man, we're just unfamiliar. That bastard Moore and I only became acquainted after a fight. Do you like this approach?"

Zhang Qiang raised his eyebrows and said.

T looked at the heavy-fire assault rifle in Zhang Qiang's arms, shook his head and waved his hands, saying, "No, no, I'm just trying to find a topic."

Krista said to Tzai, “Hey, Tzai, don’t be racist to everyone, Zhang is Asian, and the Asians I work with in the hospital are all very nice.

Zhang Qiang smiled friendly at Krista.

Andrea, as the only beautiful white American with blonde hair and blue eyes among the group, was too embarrassed to get a word in.

But she seemed to notice something. After looking at Zhang Qiang for a while, she said, "Zhang, didn't you bring your backpack?"

Zhang Qiang's heart skipped a beat. He knew something was wrong. This woman had seen through his flaw. He came here with the sole intention of gaining points.

"My sports shooting skills are probably much better than Sean's, so I position myself to protect you guys."

Zhang Qiang found a reason.

Several people looked at Zhang Qiang, somewhat unconvinced, because Sean was a serious veteran police officer.

But when they looked at Zhang Qiang's somewhat cold temperament and the rifle in his arms, they began to believe it again.

"Okay, it's up to you from now on!"

Krista said to Zhang Qiang with a smile.

Zhang Qiang took out two packs of cigarettes, Marlboro and Camel, and asked the three people, "Anyone want to smoke?"

Unexpectedly, everyone present asked for one. It seemed that in the apocalypse, few people would refuse the pastime of smoking.

The car drove for a while, and the huge city of Atlanta gradually emerged...

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