Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Sasha held a rifle and shot the masked bandits fleeing in the woods.

The soldiers surrounded the battlefield from the flank, and all the bandits lost the advantage of cover. Under the firepower of five fully automatic rifles, they were like lambs to be slaughtered.

Zhang Qiang, wearing a bullet-proof shield, slid at high speed, rushed behind a fleeing bandit, and used Uzi to shoot his body into a sieve.

Sasha used thermal imaging to scan the surrounding bushes. Seeing no heat source, she began to clean up the bodies on the ground.

"Hoo..."

The bandits who had turned into zombies slowly crawled up from the ground. Daryl and Moore took out their silenced pistols and blew up their heads one by one.

The battle did not last long. After Zhang Qiang arrived, the bandits were killed and collapsed in a few minutes.

Zhang Qiang's pants were covered in mud, and there was a small hole on the chest of his heavy armor, where a crossbow arrow pierced through the explosion-proof shield, and a small piece of the ceramic plate inside was also broken.

Apart from this, there were no other losses in the battle.

"Shit! Kill them all? Why not leave any alive?"

Daryl walked towards Zhang Qiang and asked.

Zhang Qiang told Daryl the information given by Jolin.

Upon learning that there was a group of survivors nearby, Daryl quietly lit a cigarette, squinted at Zhang Qiang, and asked:

"How about we kill them first?"

"Don't worry, the farm issue hasn't been resolved yet. Aren't the St. John family going to treat you to a meal? Come along to the theater, just remember not to eat meat."

Zhang Qiang said.

Daryl frowned, thinking about the meaning of the riddle man Zhang Qiang's words.

"What should we do with these bodies? Just leave them here?"

Maul stepped on a newly transformed zombie, bent down and stabbed its head with a dagger.

"What else? You want to collect their bodies?"

Zhang Qiang looked at Moore in confusion.

Chi! ! !

In the forest, there was a sharp sound of something cutting through the air.

With a strong sense of alertness, Zhang Qiang's heart began to beat rapidly, and all the moving objects in front of him slowed down.

A crossbow arrow slowly shot towards him from the side of his head.

"Grass!!"

Zhang Qiang lowered his head suddenly.

when! !

The crossbow arrow grazed the scalp of the bulletproof helmet and nailed into a nearby tree.

Zhang Qiang quickly turned his head and looked in the direction where the crossbow arrow came from. A fleeing black shadow flashed in the forest.

"Shit! It's him again!!"

Somehow, Zhang Qiang felt that the person who attacked him this time was the same person as before.

The running postures of the two men were very similar, both had long arms and legs, and they ran with big strides in the forest.

"I'll go after that grandson first!!"

Zhang Qiang threw his advanced tactical terminal to Sasha, turned on his walkie-talkie and GPS positioning.

Then, holding the shield in his hand, he quickly chased after the figure.

Sasha looked at the tactical terminal in his hand, and the red dot positions of Daryl and Zhang Qiang were displayed on the screen.

Daryl also came over to take a look and found that it was high-tech.

"He's tracking the enemy, we need to go help."

Daryl said.

Sasha certainly wouldn't let her commander run alone in the wild. She followed Zhang Qiang's figure who had not yet disappeared and ran.

After a while, Zhang Qiang and the black shadow disappeared into the depths of the forest. Sasha then checked the tactical terminal to find Zhang Qiang's location.

After a while, Sasha found Zhang Qiang standing in the woods.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

Sasha asked Zhang Qiang who was standing there in a daze.

The explosion-proof shield fell to the ground and Zhang Qiang picked it up. He was still thinking about the battle just now.

He saw the true face of the enemy.

He was an old man nearly two meters tall, dressed in tattered clothes, with disheveled gray hair covered in dirt, and wrinkles on his face like ravines.

After Zhang Qiang caught up with him, he fired wildly with the Uzi. The bullets hit him, but there was no blood splattering. Instead, there was a metallic sound.

The old man may be wearing a steel plate under his clothes.

What puzzled Zhang Qiang was that the old man's eyes were cloudy and he looked like he had cataracts, but his movements and strength in escaping were extremely agile.

Zhang Qiang tried to provoke him with words, but all he got was a vague roar from the other party.

Just like... the walking dead.

Zhang Qiang walked under a big tree. The Uzi's sweeping fire was like a rain of bullets. It was impossible for the opponent to have steel plates protecting his entire body, so he was still shot in the limbs.

On the brown land with only a few weeds, a few drops of bright red blood remained on the roots of the tree.

This red blood is completely different from the dark red blood of corpses. And zombies will not run away when faced with noise and attacks.

What is this weird old man?

Zhang Qiang felt deeply confused.

The old man was carrying a hunting crossbow, which showed that he knew how to use tools.

"What a pity. If I had used MCX just now, I should have been able to keep him here."

Zhang Qiang put the shield in his hand back into the warehouse.

The 5.56 NATO bullet can penetrate three or four millimeter steel plates at a long distance. Zhang Qiang didn't believe that this old man wearing a large 5mm steel plate could still move around in the woods like a monkey.

In fact, the 9mm Parabellum bullet used by the Uzi submachine gun is fully capable of penetrating 5mm steel plates at a short distance.

Just now, Zhang Qiang and the old man were not far away from each other, which means... the old man was running quickly in the forest with a large steel plate with a thickness of at least 7 or 8 mm on his body.

This kind of physical ability is far beyond the scope of ordinary people.

"Go back, the enemy is an old Biden. He is about two meters tall, wearing a steel plate under his clothes, and is agile. Shoot him directly when you see him, no need to request to open fire."

Zhang Qiang informed others of the enemy's information.

The two damaged shields on his back disappeared and were thrown into the panel warehouse.

Daryl saw the blood on the ground, he squatted down, touched it, and smelled it.

Moore teased, "This is new at first glance. Are you pretending to be a dog, brother?"

Daryl glared at Moore and asked Zhang Qiang, "I want to chase him."

Zhang Qiang nodded, then shook his head again.

He was about to agree to Daryl's application, but then he remembered the old man's agile movements and strange face.

His intuition told him that Daryl and Moore could not deal with the old man. Even if this enemy was shot and injured, only a legendary special forces soldier could deal with him.

"No, he is very familiar with the terrain and must be on guard against us tracking him.

Tomorrow, Yolin will lead us to the headquarters of savelots, and we will kill them with firepower."

Zhang Qiang found an excuse to let Daryl give up the urge to chase the enemy.

"…All right."

Daryl carried the hunting crossbow back behind him, looked at Zhang Qiang again, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"Why is Zhang starting to hesitate when doing things..."

The group returned to the farm. There was still some time before dinner time, so Lee, Rick and the others wandered around the farm and checked out the buildings.

The clouds in the sky gradually pile up due to the air currents at high altitudes.

The sky gets dark early in autumn, and becomes even darker under the cover of clouds.

Soon, it was time for dinner, which was exactly what Zhang Qiang was looking forward to.

Mark, who was originally used as food, had no limbs or flesh cut off. Zhang Qiang was very curious about what would happen to the farm next.

Brandon St. John, the current owner of the farm and the mother of the St. John family.

Brandon was preparing dinner, and a large amount of buttery baked goods, vegetable salads, and bacon and sausages were already placed on the table.

Lori was finding her own sense of participation, helping Brandon serve the food.

St. John's restaurant is not big, and Zhang Qiang sent soldiers outside the house to patrol.

Zhang Qiang and others crowded around the dining table, waiting for Brandon to bring the final dish so they could start eating together.

Clementine and Dak, the two children, were already drooling at the sight of the sumptuous food on the table.

The adults in the motel were still able to maintain their composure.

Even though they had not been able to fill their stomachs for many days.

The other members of the search team were waiting patiently. Although the meals in school were worse than those on the dining table, they were not the kind of people who only cared about food.

"Here it comes! My secret grilled pork chop!!"

Brandon's excited voice came from the restaurant door.

Brandon, a short and fat man with red hair, wore thick gloves and brought a large plate of ribs with the aroma of gravy.

Zhang Qiang stared at the steak on the plate and suddenly felt his stomach churning and nausea.

Fortunately, he resisted the urge to vomit.

Everyone sat down, and Brandon began her speech. She talked about how her husband, Terry, founded the St. John family's food processing industry, and the glory of the St. John family in Macon...

Zhang Qiang looked around and found nothing wrong.

Everyone who should be here is here. Jolin has a grudge against the farm, so she probably didn't choose to come in.

Lily, who was with Yolin at the end, also sat at the table.

Zhang Qiang waited for Brandon to finish speaking, then winked at Rick, who then asked:

"Brandon, what do you think about joining [the school]? We have a large number of armed soldiers who can be sent to protect this place."

Rick stood up with a trustworthy smile on his face.

Several people from the motel began to whisper.

Brandon was stunned. She didn't expect Rick to bring this up.

Andrew and Danny had told her in advance about the origins of their guests, so she used up the few remaining supplies and cooked normal food tonight.

There were some people she didn't dare to take the risk of provoking.

"Hahaha, why not... As long as you can eliminate the bandits and protect the hard work of me and my husband..."

Brandon hesitated, a relieved smile on his face.

'Perhaps this is just as well.'

Sitting at the dining table, the fully armed Asian man kept staring at her, making Brandon feel that all his secrets had been seen through.

Compromise is also a way to survive.

Zhang Qiang had a strange look on his face. He had just received a prompt from the panel that three survivors had joined the school, adding another 600 points.

The situation suddenly became weird. The St. John family of the Cannibal Farm actually really wanted to join the [school]?!

Rick looked at Zhang Qiang with a smile, as if to say that his lobbying efforts today were not in vain and that his work ability was excellent.

Zhang Qiang stared at the large piece of steak on the plate and thought of Yolin who had disappeared. He looked at Danny with sunken eyes and a gloomy face and thought something was wrong.

Danny is the most ruthless person in the cannibal farm.

In the original plot, it was Danny who shot and killed Yolin who wanted to tell Lee the truth.

Boom~! !

Outside the restaurant window, a flash of white light flashed across the dark sky, followed by a loud thunder.

A light drizzle began to fall, and soon the sound of raindrops hitting the windows grew louder and louder until the rain came down in heavy sheets.

In the restaurant, the children reached out for the fragrant buttery cakes.

Without Brandon, the host, to cut the whole steak, everyone politely did not touch the meat on the table first.

Including those dark red bacon and sausages.

"Then let's get started! Just in time to celebrate a new beginning at St. John's Farm."