Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The thermal imaging of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft can only see the heat source of people at night, so the specific personnel composition of Woodbury has to wait until daytime to be observed using high-definition cameras.

Zhang Qiang fell asleep on the sofa in the principal's office in the middle of the night and could not fall asleep again. There is a price to pay if you want to be a big boss. You have to worry about the development of the entire force and the daily necessities.

Zhang Qiang feels that he is a true public servant as he devotes all his energy to the development of the school.

In the second half of the night, Zhang Qiang lay on the sofa, smoking a cigar, staring with his eyes wide open, thinking about a question: should he delegate more power to others and promote more strategically wise senior executives?

Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Zhang Qiang has an army that is 100% loyal, so he doesn't have to worry about anyone usurping his position.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang suddenly realized that he didn't have to formulate and implement all the strategies. He only needed to review and approve the plans of the top management and decide whether to support them.

Now the school is in great need of a commander with a big picture perspective. Zhang Qiang thought about it and decided to summon another legendary special forces soldier.

Kate Laswell, director of the special operations department of the CIA of the United States, possesses strong strategic analysis capabilities.

In the COD16 game, Lasswell did not appear much. It was not until the remastered Modern Warfare 2 (COD19) that Lasswell appeared many times to support 141 in completing the counter-terrorism mission.

Zhang Qiang was not interested in Lasswell's combat capabilities. He only cared about whether Lasswell could make an incisive assessment of the school's current situation and plan for external operations.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Qiang put out his cigar and fell asleep on the sofa.

A few hours later, daylight came and Zhang Qiang woke up again. He had deployed Laswell in Gran Town and notified An Zhui to meet her at the school gate.

Zhang Qiang was sitting in his office operating a drone. On the screen of the advanced tactical terminal, the scene of Woodbury appeared again.

In the TV series The Walking Dead, the actual area of ​​Woodbury is only one block of the town.

The total number of personnel under the Governor, combatants and civilians, only amounted to a few dozen.

But now the images sent back by high-definition cameras show that there were activities of people in two blocks in Woodbury, and there were probably dozens of fighters walking with guns on their backs.

This does not include those who failed to show up in the building.

The edges of the two blocks of Woodbury were blocked by simple iron walls and tall vehicles. People in the community built fortifications, making Woodbury a rare safe zone after the disaster.

Zhang Qiang kept controlling the drone camera and zooming in on the people walking on the street, but unfortunately he did not see anyone who looked like the governor.

The Governor is a mentally ill person. Zhang Qiang has never thought that he could live in peace with such a person. As long as it is confirmed that Woodbury is now led by the Governor, Zhang Qiang will immediately start a war and occupy Woodbury after he finishes everything at the school.

Bang...bang...

There was a knock on the door outside the principal's office.

"Come in."

Zhang Qiang lowered his head, his attention still on the tactical terminal, but he knew that An Zhui had brought people here.

The door of the principal's office opened, and An Zhui came in with the blonde Kate Laswell. This pure and beautiful Chinese with a strong background, the former head of the CIA department, is now loyal to Zhang Qiang.

All in all, the panel is awesome.

Lasswell didn't care that Zhang Qiang ignored them. She quickened her pace and shook off An Zhui. She walked to the desk and stood straight with her hands behind her back. She said to Zhang Qiang in the posture of a US soldier:

"Kate Laswell reports to you, Commander."

Lasswell was nearly forty years old, and his face showed the traces of time.

Zhang Qiang was not very fond of the CIA before he traveled through time. The CIA is an internationally notorious laundry detergent gang.

If he hadn't needed help, and if Lasswell hadn't behaved fairly uprightly in the game, Zhang Qiang wouldn't have thought of summoning her out.

"Laswell, welcome."

Zhang Qiang stood up and shook hands with Lasswell hastily. Seeing this, An Zhui left the principal's office first. Since Principal Zhang knew the newcomer, he didn't need to report anything else.

Afterwards, Zhang Qiang briefly informed Lasswell of her mission. She was responsible for the strategic planning of the school's external expansion. He would inform other senior officials in charge of the armed forces about the meeting at 7 o'clock tonight and ask them to fully cooperate with her.

Laswell is an older lesbian, and there is definitely no driving part about her.

After receiving Zhang Qiang's first instruction, Lasswell went straight into action and began to ask Zhang Qiang about the situation of the school and the deployment of armed forces in the surrounding area.

Zhang Qiang communicated with Lasswell for a long time, and finally gave her a walkie-talkie with unlimited range, so that she could talk to him directly at any time and get authorization to mobilize soldiers.

Zhang Qiang felt a little uncomfortable when he handed the walkie-talkie to Lasswell. He felt that he was sending the soldiers' lives into the hands of other people.

There will always be casualties in a battle, and Zhang Qiang's current approach is both to avoid and to face them.

He has already prepared for the soldiers to suffer casualties, and with Laswell in power, she will share Zhang Qiang's guilt for the dead soldiers in the future, especially since most of the soldiers in the school are now members of the Scorpion Force...

The atmosphere in the principal's office was a bit heavy. Zhang Qiang called An Zhui again to take Lasswell away to arrange housing. He stood alone behind the window of the principal's office, silently watching the people walking around in the school.

There are also many deployed soldiers disguised as civilians...

While Zhang Qiang was doing self-PUA as a Madonna-level superior, the first batch of deployed soldiers summoned by Zhang Qiang were still far away in Macon City performing security work.

Green bee, yellow sparrow, hornet, three soldiers from the scorpion unit were patrolling the woods outside the farm with guns.

Green Hornet held the rifle in one hand and put the other hand in the pocket of his bulletproof vest, chatting with the two teammates beside him.

"Da Huang, Lao Ma, when do you think the commander will be able to take down Atlanta and plant our flag there?"

The wasps and hornets were smoking, the area around the farm was cleared very cleanly, and there was no need to be overly nervous about daily patrols.

"I don't know. I feel like the commander is using our old tricks."

Huang Feng exhaled a puff of smoke with ease. The Marlboro cigarettes distributed by the school were not as strong as the White General cigarettes he smoked in his hometown of Dongshan.

"What's the same old thing?"

Green Hornet asked in confusion.

The tall wasp responded in a muffled voice: "It's about the towns surrounding the city. We are few in number now, so we still have to take everything slowly..."

The three of them communicated in their mother tongue, and talked freely about the territorial issues after the disaster on the once beautiful land.

"Alas, the current combat missions are not difficult. When can we be sent to the front line to fight? Even if we die, it won't be a waste of our trip here."

The wasp was a little melancholy. He missed his hometown, but it was impossible to go back at the moment because their mission was not yet completed.

"For such a large country, it would be great if we can finish the battle within ten years. Well...it also depends on whether the commander is ruthless enough. We are not afraid of death. We have died once, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

The green bee talked about life and death indifferently, which helped the yellow bee and the hornet to get rid of the heavy topic of "hometown" they had just discussed.

Soon, several people opened up and talked about becoming martyrs again and having their own tablets at home...