Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

A large number of zombies appeared behind the vehicle.

Except for Patricia who hid in the car, anyone else who wanted to get close to the vehicle could only rush through the horde of zombies that ignored the vehicle and came towards them.

Hershel was being pulled hard by Alan's arm. The old man looked down at Alan before he came to his senses.

"Dad!! He...they..."

Maggie held Beth, who was crying bitterly, and felt at a loss.

Hershel looked at the approaching "familiar faces", swallowed, and couldn't help but raise his shotgun.

"That's right! Hershel, their bodies are possessed by demons, we need to send them to rest in peace!"

Otis knew Hershel's character, so he could only say things that Hershel would understand.

boom! !

Hershel opened fire, blowing a zombie's head off.

"call……"

Hershel took a deep breath and raised his gun again, his shooting movement much slower than before.

"Damn it! Why are they everywhere?!"

Glenn cursed.

Behind the house, several zombies approached. They first discovered Rogers, whose hands and feet were tied, and knelt down and stretched out their rotten hands to him.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Rogers' screams echoed through the night sky.

The zombies are not picky about where their mouths are, their faces, noses, chests, legs, or even...

More and more zombies smelled the blood, surrounded him and bit his flesh all over.

Looking at Rogers, who was half dead and twitching among the cannibal zombies, Glenn shuddered.

Turning around, he saw scattered corpses still appearing in the darkness.

Glenn called Maggie and asked her to take her family to Dale's RV, and Dale would definitely open the door for them.

"Roar…!!"

A zombie suddenly walked behind Glenn, grabbed Glenn's shoulders with its rotten hands, and opened its mouth wide to bite the fragrant human flesh in front of it.

"Fuck!! No no no!! Stay away from me!!"

Glenn looked panicked and turned around clumsily, grabbing the zombie's wrists and pulling together with the zombie.

"Hoo! Ugh!"

But the zombie only wanted to bite Glenn. Its rotten face continued to move closer, opening and closing its mouth wildly in front of Glenn, and the sound of teeth colliding continued to ring out.

sudden!!

Alan raised his pistol and shot the zombie that was entangled with Glenn. The bullet entered from the side of the zombie's head and went out from the top of its head.

The zombie fell into Glenn's arms. The weight of the corpse pushed Glenn back a step and he almost fell.

boom--!

The roar of a car engine was heard, and two flashing lights pierced the darkness.

Dale rushed over in his RV, braked suddenly, and stopped sideways on the lawn.

"Come up!! Let's go to school!!"

Rick opened the car door and shouted to the people outside.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone immediately set off, distanced themselves from the zombies around them, and rushed towards the RV.

"Wait! Patricia's still in the car!"

Otis looked at the vehicle surrounded by zombies. He was unarmed and very anxious.

Hershel shouted to Otis:

"She's safe in there!! Let her drive out!! Otis you idiot!!"

Boom…

The lights of the pickup truck Patricia was in came on and the engine started.

A group of zombies chased the retreating crowd, stretching out their rotten arms unwillingly and roaring loudly.

On Hershel's evacuation route, he happened to pass by Sigma, who had his hands and feet tied and his eyes were deathly pale.

The old man turned around and glanced at the zombies approaching behind him. He gritted his teeth and said to Otis beside him:

"Otis! Come and help!!"

"Are you crazy Hershel? He burned your house down!!"

Otis shouted in anger and confusion.

"Then I can't just watch him get eaten alive!!!"

Hershel also stared at Otis with his round old eyes.

Otis was so angry that his beard was shaking, but he knew he couldn't beat the old man, so he ran over to help Hershel and started to tear off the straps on Sigma's feet.

"Damn it!! Why is it so hard!!"

"Roar!!!"

A zombie walked up behind Otis and pounced at him with its big, smelly mouth open.

"Be careful!!"

Alan raised his pistol and fired.

sudden!!

The bullet penetrated the head and took the zombie's life.

Among all the people present, the one who was most efficient in killing zombies tonight was actually this little girl.

Alan's voice brought some light to Sigma's eyes, but he still lay on the ground, waiting to die.

"Is this Sigma?"

Behind the group of zombies, the Whisperer wearing a corpse-skin hood, looked through the swaying bodies blocking his way and recognized his companions lying on the lawn.

He quickened his movements, driving the zombies closer to the people.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Otis didn't have a knife, so he and Hershel used all their strength, their faces turned red and their fingers were bleeding from the bandages, but they finally tore open the restraints on Sigma's ankles.

Rick got out of the car and let the others get in. He stood at the door of the car and fired to cover Hershel and Otis.

His revolver had just been loaded.

Pong! !

The python revolver shot the head of another zombie that was approaching Otis.

At this time, Hershel slapped Sigma's face on the ground, trying to wake up the big man who was determined to die.

"Don't be stupid!! If you die, there will be nothing!! Child!!"

"Fuck! Leave him alone!!"

The anxious voices of Hershel and Otis blended together.

Alan just continued to shoot and kill the zombies at the side to help Hershel delay time.

If Alan hadn't told her that Sigma had saved her, Hershel would have given up on saving this hopeless man!

'Seize the opportunity!'

A zombie that approached Otis was shot dead by Alan.

The Whisperer, who had been standing behind the zombie, supported the corpse in front of him as it was about to fall.

He pushed the body towards Alan, who was aiming a pistol at him! !

"what!!!"

Alan screamed. She didn't expect that after she shot the zombie, the zombie shot in the head still had the energy to pounce on her! !

The shadow of the corpse covered Alan's young body, and the huge weight fell on Alan, instantly pinning the little girl to the ground.

But even so, Alan still held the pistol tightly and did not let go.

Seeing Alan being knocked down by the dead zombies, Hershel and Otis were so scared that they immediately got up from the ground and ran to stop the Whisperers from attacking Alan!

They thought it was also a zombie!!

The Whisperer wearing a corpse-skin hood was finally exposed. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and swung it at Hershel and Otis.

The blade cut Hershel's arm and left a bloody scar on Otis's stomach.

"Fuck! This is a person!!"

Otis screamed in pain.

"How dare you!!!"

A violent roar suddenly came from the ground.

Bang!!!!

The plastic bandages that bound his wrists burst open under Sigma's furious force! !

Sigma's wrists were covered with blood. He suddenly stood up, pushed away Otis and Hershel who were blocking his way, and rushed towards the Whisperer.

The bastard who dared to put his "daughter" in danger must be killed by him!

"Sigma! You?"

The Whisperer was confused. Looking at Sigma's posture, it seemed that he was coming for him? !

The next moment, the Whisperer's thoughts completely disappeared.

A gust of wind blew, and Sigma appeared in front of the Whisperer. He instantly pressed his big hand on his forehead. His arm, as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, pressed the Whisperer to the ground with just a little force.

No matter how soft the grass was, the Whisperer's face, wrapped in Sigma's huge force, fell down, and his nose collapsed immediately, and tears, snot, and blood flowed into a ball!!!

The Whisperer who attacked Alan was lying on the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

Sigma ignored Hershel's alert posture with a gun in hand, walked towards Alan, grabbed the body that was pressing on the girl, and threw it aside with one hand.

boom!

The zombie's body rolled several times on the grass, and the grass roots and soil were plowed away.

"Go! Go!"

Sigma squatted down and helped Alan up, his eyes full of doting. Facing Alan's puzzled expression, he said nothing.

The surrounding zombies have all caught up with Hershel and the others.

The smell of blood on the old man and Otis stimulated the zombies' frenzy, causing these guys who usually took a walk to swing their legs and try to jog.

It's time to redeem this damn world.

Sigmar turned and walked towards the group of zombies, and the rotten faces stared at him.

He swung his punch violently, knocking the zombie closest to him flying sideways, with a corner of the zombie's head collapsed.

Grabbing the neck of another zombie with both hands, Sigma shouted "Ah!" and exerted terrifying force to pull out half of the zombie's spine.

The zombies around saw the huge prey approaching them and immediately surrounded it, reaching out to tear off the armed team uniform on Sigma.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!!”

Sigma roared.

His tall body was surrounded by a dozen zombies. With his bare hands, he could only push away the zombies that were attacking him.

There were more zombies surrounding him.

"Let's... go."

Hershel looked at everything Sigma did in a daze, and finally made up his mind. He and Otis took Alan and ran towards the RV.

"Ahhh!!!"

Sigma's angry roar came from the zombies...

After Hershel and the others got on, the RV finally started, drove onto the path on the lawn, and left to the north of the farm.

On the river bank, the main force of the Whisperer zombies continued to move forward. The Whisperers hiding inside were found one by one by the snipers, named and shot in the head.

Large white spots exploded in the thermal imaging scope. It was the hot blood of human beings.

More and more white heat sources appeared in the eyes of soldiers on various lines of defense.

Under the search of the thermal imaging scope, those enemies who wanted to hide in the zombie swarm were all targeted and killed first.

In the group of corpses, a large number of zombies were no longer led by the Whisperers. Instead, they were attracted by the Whisperers' bloody corpses. They divided into waves, surrounded the human flesh on the ground and began to eat it.

In the woods by the river, the Whisperer, who was hiding high up in the branches, saw the bad situation and immediately used the intercom to inform Hera:

"Hera! Something seems wrong! They found our people and shot them!! Many sheep started standing still and eating the bodies of our people!"

After receiving the news, Hera, who was hiding in the dark, held the walkie-talkie angrily. She was about to question how this was possible, but she heard the sound of something exploding from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"I found you, bastard."

Sniper Green Bee discovered the Whisperer hiding in the tree.

The SVD fired a 7.62mm bullet that pierced the Whisperer liaison's head.

The bullet continued to fly and hit the tree trunk behind the Whisperer's head, causing a piece of broken wood to explode!

"Hello? Reply me?! Answer!! What happened!?!"

The body of the Whisperer liaison was hanging on the tree. The walkie-talkie he was carrying fell from his hand and hit the ground, and Hera's voice was still coming from it.

Hera was almost going crazy. She tried to call Sigma, but Sigma didn't respond.

The entire Whisperer channel fell silent, and all the leaders lost contact.

"Impossible...! I can't fail!"

Hera denied her defeat and wanted to go to the farm to check the situation herself, but her legs, which had begun to become weak, forced her to step back.

One step, one step away from the farm where gunfire was heard.

In the river section of the farm, the fallen corpses of zombies have blocked the river. The seven-man Scorpion Squad has stopped firing. Apart from scattered zombies in the woods, thermal imaging can no longer detect any human heat sources.

Wang Zhiqiang put down the Type 191 assault rifle in his hand and called Price:

"Price, I've finished cleaning up here. How long will it take you?"

On the side, the Scorpion Squad continued to fire and clear the zombies. Amid the gunfire, Price held the M4A1 in one hand, resting the butt against his chest, and continued to fire at the zombies.

"Almost there, there's another rat in disguise. Um... here to die."

A zombie pretending to be dead on the ground suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Price with a dagger in hand.

Price held the walkie-talkie in his left hand and fired at the attacking Whisperer minions with the rifle in his right hand. A burst of bullets caused a large bloody flower to explode in his chest.

The Scorpion sniper who had come to support earlier used thermal imaging to scan the woods and shouted:

"Clear all!!"

Faced with the dimensionality reduction attack of the modern special forces team, this group of primitive people using daggers can only swallow their anger helplessly.

At this time, Soap also sent news that there were no Whisperers left on the defense line where he was fighting.

Leave the commandos to continue clearing the zombies on the front line in the woods.

Some members of the Scorpion Force, led by Wang Zhiqiang, returned to the center of the farm to check on the situation of the Green family.

The team members ran all the way, and the weight of their equipment and the energy consumed in the battle just now had little effect on their condition.

The house was still burning. Under the light of the fire, Wang Zhiqiang turned off the tactical flashlight. His heart suddenly sank because he saw the corpses of zombies appearing on the lawn.

There weren't many of them, and except for the tire marks on the lawn, the bodies were scattered around.

Wang Zhiqiang checked the tire marks and saw that they were heading north. He knew that Hershel and the others might have evacuated.

"Wasp Team! Drive to catch up with our partners! Protect them!"

Wang Zhiqiang gave the order.

A team of Scorpion soldiers in black uniforms immediately took action.

At this time, Soap returned, covered in blood. He fought very happily on the western front, which relieved him of the boredom brought by recent labor.

Soap noticed the body on the ground and some low growls were still being heard.

Behind a pile of fallen zombies, there were dozens of heads with half of their spines pulled out, scattered on the ground in blood...