The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 177 Warmth

"Before he finds our real location, I'll give him a fake location, an outpost, and Black Pine Valley will be safe, and our main base won't be exposed."

"And we can ambush the Woodbury men here. The governor is no longer useful. We just need to use the pretext of Michonne's companion to kill the governor and we can take Woodbury."

Caesar began to think outside the box, not just limited to Woodbury.

"The outposts can be used not only at Woodbury, but also at any of the larger powers in the surrounding area. We can even use this as a starting point to attack Atlanta."

"If we take Atlanta, we can restore most of our industrial production capacity. And that's taking back a city, Rick, do you understand?"

Rick blushed and his heart pounded. He clenched his fists and imagined them retaking Atlanta and driving the walkers out of the city.

At that moment, Rick suddenly felt he had a mission: not only to survive in this apocalypse, but also to make his own contribution to humanity.

Rick suddenly looked up at Caesar and nodded emphatically.

"I understand what you mean."

Caesar smiled with relief and patted Rick on the shoulder. "It's good that you understand. Retaking Atlanta is still very difficult. Our focus should be on Woodbury now."

After Caesar's persuasive rhetoric, Rick eventually became engrossed in that grand vision of salvation.

The walkers were quickly wiped out, and all the food was loaded into the trucks, leaving only a pile of walker corpses in the prison.

Caesar patted the car door and glanced at the back of the car.

The fallen barbed wire fence was propped up, but unfortunately the iron bars supporting it were bent and couldn't keep out many zombies, but at least it looked like a decent structure.

Let's go!

Tyrsey and the others squeezed into the car, exchanging glances with a mixture of confusion and fear in their eyes.

Next comes their lottery draw, and it's either heaven or hell.

Fortunately, Caesar was a good man and didn't lie to them.

After passing through the high concrete walls of the Bison Pass, they entered a grassland filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

It was nearly dusk; the sky was orange-red, as if it were on fire.

The stream flows into the lake, its surface shimmering. Cowboys ride horses along the lakeshore, while cattle and sheep graze with their heads down.

A fleeting glance reveals a scene of serene tranquility.

Tersey and the others were completely stunned, staring blankly in that direction, never expecting to see such a harmonious and peaceful scene.

"Watch closely, feel deeply; this is the life a person should live."

The older man driving the car took off his helmet, glanced at the rearview mirror, and his face was full of smiles, mixed with pride.

Yes, this is Huangshi, which we built together, and it is the pride of every Huangshi resident.

Hearing the old man's words, the group looked out the window even more eagerly, wanting to memorize everything they saw.

Nearly half an hour later, the convoy arrived in the town along the paved road.

The town is becoming more and more beautiful, filled with the orderliness and aesthetics of man-made objects, which is absolutely in line with people's aesthetic sense.

Although the architecture itself didn't surprise Tercy and his group much, the sight of the dense crowd outside the window...

The image of them enjoying each other's company filled their minds with only one thought.

Stay here, stay here no matter what.

The convoy arrived at the parking area, where the soldiers on duty began inspecting the vehicles. The staff standing nearby waited until the inspection was completed before starting to clean, repair, and move the vehicles and supplies.

The entire process went incredibly smoothly. Once Caesar got out of the car, they got moving, and there was absolutely no sign of anything going wrong or getting stuck.

After that, Caesar lost interest in taking these newcomers to Yellowstone for a stroll.

Caesar looked at Tersey and Sasha and said encouragingly, "You are both powerful warriors, and I hope you can join the combat team and contribute your strength to Yellowstone."

"Of course, if you choose to do some safe work in Yellowstone, I won't stop you, but the beauty of this place needs strength to protect it."

"Alright, you will now undergo a psychological screening and a personal ability assessment. I hope everything goes well for you."

After Caesar finished speaking with a smile, he patted Tersey's strong arm and walked towards the core area.

The newlyweds who remained in place could only stand there; they had to undergo quarantine and other procedures before they could move around freely.

Tyrsey paused for a moment, then shouted, "I will join the combat squad! I will become a Yellowstone warrior!"

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From a distance, Caesar waved his arm without turning around.

"Congratulations, you've gained another little fanboy," Rick said with a smile, teasingly.

Caesar waved his hand modestly, "How can you say that? I'm just scouting talent for Yellowstone."

"Didn't you notice? That Tyrsey was a good prospect to be a soldier. He was muscular but not bulky, and when he fought the walkers, he swung that little hammer with great force."

"He is indeed suited to be a combatant; I think he has the ability to become a squad leader."

Rick opened his mouth in surprise.

In its early days, Yellowstone recruited high-ranking members from other ranches in Blackpine Valley and made them combatants.

Once Yellowstone was completely secured, Caesar decisively dismissed them from their posts, reclaimed their power, reduced the number of combat squads, and streamlined personnel.

Fewer personnel, but stronger combat capabilities, and based on this, recruit more personnel.

As the captain, one's combat strength, command ability, personal charisma, and survival skills in crisis situations should all be top-notch; one can be described as an all-around strongman.

Currently, only Mor, Daryl, and Glenn can be considered true captains.

There are also other squad leaders, such as military squads with helicopters. Their combat effectiveness may not be as good as other squads, but they have helicopters.

"Yeah, you're the captain now, Rick. You gotta do your best." Caesar looked at Rick with encouraging eyes.

That look in his eyes seemed to indicate a firm belief that he could become the squad leader.

Rick felt that Caesar believed in him more than he did in becoming the squad leader.

I couldn't help but feel a little touched.

"I will not let you down; that is my promise."

Rick offered his strongest guarantee, a man's promise.

After saying goodbye to Rick, Caesar returned to the stone house, enjoying the warmth and peace of family life.

Lying on the sofa, by the light of the fireplace, Caesar read a book while Amy knitted.

The clothes were too small; Amy made them for her child, but the child was late and hadn't shown up yet. Amy always complained that the child was too slow and should have come sooner.

The scene is heartwarming.