The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 187 Discovery

Andrea nodded. "So, to what age range?"

"Hmm." The governor pondered for a moment and said, "Fifteen to sixty-five."

The governor nodded in agreement with his own idea.

Those aged fifteen and above are already considered half-grown boys, so training them to fire a gun or something shouldn't be a problem.

Although those under sixty-five are old, they can still hold a gun.

Andrea paused for a moment, then hesitated to reply to the governor.

She suddenly remembered a single mother whose son had asthma and was exactly sixteen years old, making it impossible for him to escape conscription.

"What's wrong?" Not receiving a reply from Andrea, the governor turned his head in confusion.

"It's nothing." Andrea shook her head; she had already done enough to get things done.

If she continues to make demands, the governor will surely think she is pushing her luck.

Andrea looked at the list of a considerable number of people who were within the conscription age range but had chronic illnesses, and pondered to herself.

"Hmm. By the way, what about those who are sick?" The governor seemed to have guessed what Andrea was thinking and brought it up.

Andrea's eyes brightened, and she looked at the governor with hope in her eyes, only to hear him say, "Those with chronic illnesses don't need to bother, since they'll die anyway if they're full of diseases."

"Dying on the battlefield is actually quite worthwhile, don't you think?"

"----yes!"

Even after leaving the governor's room, Andrea was still a little shaken.

The next day, the conscription notice was revised and reposted on the bulletin board.

Most of the people who made the demands were satisfied, but the rest were somewhat at a loss.

Of course, the governor would not change the conscription requirements again.

The current quantity is satisfactory to the governor.

Along with the official conscription notice, the governor's hyena-like henchmen, armed with guns, began to visit residents' doors one by one.

They kicked open the door of the resident's house and led a group inside to wreak havoc, searching everywhere for things. Amid the screams of the homeowner, they turned the entire house into a complete mess.

If you find guns and ammunition, accept them; if not, forget about it.

Then he walked up to the homeowners, chuckled, took out the conscription list, and asked them to sign it.

Such scenes were playing out in every household.

The homeowner couldn't possibly refuse to recruit soldiers in front of armed hyenas.

Watch out, a shot might come.

The governor's brutal methods caused immense suffering to the residents.

Somehow, the governor has become like this, and Andrea has gained many supporters among the residents because of her changes to the conscription scope.

As a result, Andrea's men surpassed the governor's in number.

However, the governor's men all carried guns, while Andrea's men all used their mouths.

Rebellion is out of the question; I'd better just live a good, unassuming life.

After conscription, intensive training began.

The governor didn't expect these cannon fodder to be particularly skilled in combat; he just wanted them to learn how to fire a gun and to be able to charge forward without retreating when battle broke out.

The governor's key men, dressed in military caps and trousers and wearing whistles, looked exactly like American soldiers.

The whistle was like a whip, lashing the backs of every new recruit, its piercing buzz driving them to a frenzy.

The training included running and push-ups to improve basic physical fitness, learning how to operate and maintain firearms, and even some military regulations.

The short training period is not enough for them to learn much, but at least they should be able to learn to recognize some hand gestures so that they don't mistake a "stop" command for a "charge".

This kind of training lasts for a week, and it can be described as a crash course for cannon fodder.

Wearing a bulletproof vest, Andrea looked at the crowd training outside and felt a pang of sadness.

This is the price of not finding a good camp or joining a good faction.

In short, they could even be considered lucky.

Andrea had encountered many other factions before, most of which were perverted.

There are devices made from bones of people of all ages, bags made from bones, and books wrapped in skin.

A large amount of enhancement agents were found in the city, and the entire camp was overcharged. Everyone died suddenly due to the excessive amount.

There are countless examples.

"Where's Milton?" The governor glanced out the window and strode outside.

Andrea cleared her mind and followed the governor's footsteps. "Milton should still be in the lab."

The two strode downstairs and got into an SUV.

The car turned around and sped off toward Milton's laboratory.

Pushing open the door, they saw Milton fiddling with the corpse of a walker.

"Milton, you're late." The governor stepped forward, grabbed Milton, and dragged him out.

Andrea raised her hand and made a waving goodbye gesture.

Milton sighed and got into the car.

After the two got into the car, the governor rolled down the window, looked at Andrea, and loudly ordered, "Keep an eye on the camp and don't let anyone escape."

"I've already spoken to the remaining armed men; they will obey your orders completely."

Andrea smiled and nodded. "I'll take good care of the house."

The SUV then sped away.

Three vehicles left Woodbury; the other two were armed and carried a large quantity of guns and ammunition.

The prison had long been repaired, and the governor had completely lost the support of the people.

After discussing the time with Daryl, Caesar, along with Moore and men dressed as American soldiers, appeared in Woodbury's territory.

It was quickly discovered by the governor's men.

When the governor's men discovered this, they assumed the governor was unaware of their discovery and secretly ran back to inform him.

The governor, who was worried about not being able to find the other party, decisively led his men and rushed over.

The SUV disappeared into the dust, and Andrea's eyes remained indifferent, as if she were looking at a gravedigger.

"Did they go to find Caesar?" Carol appeared out of nowhere and asked softly.

"yes."

In a clearing in the woods not far from Woodbury, a canopy is set up, camping chairs and tables are laid out, and some fresh fruit, meat and vegetables are laid out.

Set up a fire nearby, put an iron plate on top, and use the iron plate to grill the meat.

The intense heat reached the meat, melting the fat and creating a sizzling sound accompanied by a rich aroma.

Just smelling it is enough to make you swoon.

Not to mention the people of Woodbury who had been eating canned and processed foods for a long time; they hid behind the bushes, their eyes fixed on the meat, their mouths practically watering.

Moll glanced casually at the patch of grass, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and deliberately said loudly, "Hey, this meat is really fresh, it must have been running around on the grassland yesterday."

Caesar, of course, understood what Mor meant and continued, "Yes, they were killed yesterday. They even used this good meat to trade for guns. This meat is really good."

"I've been eating canned meat all the time, and it doesn't taste like meat anymore. This is much better."