The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 199 Evacuate?

The two trucks continued forward, approaching the barbed wire fence between the lawn and the main building.

There was no one in the driver's seat of the truck; there were just a few bricks fixed to the accelerator, so the power was insufficient to break through the wire mesh door.

But it also managed to break a gap in the barbed wire gate, enough for the zombie to pass through.

The zombies gradually squeezed in.

There was no longer any reason not to go out and clear out the walkers, so Caesar began to issue orders.

"Wells, your squad will go out through the tunnels and ambush the governor's men from the rear. Remember, don't hurt the recruits."

"Yes, sir." Wells saluted and led his team toward the tunnel entrance.

This tunnel existed in the prison before, but it was only recently discovered and the zombies inside have just been cleaned out.

Caesar looked at Glenn and Moore, "You two squads will be in charge of clearing out the walkers."

"By the way, Michonne, you should go too. Your presence will attract the governor's attention, and he'll definitely come after you, so be careful."

Michonne nodded heavily, her eyes showing no fear, only a raging fire.

Not only did the governor harbor immense hatred for her, but she also deeply loathed the governor.

Anyone who is suddenly captured, imprisoned for months, with little food and unable to sleep well, and tortured for so long, would be devastated.

Michonne could be said to hate the governor to the core.

Michonne wasn't reckless; she was wearing a bulletproof vest, and since the governor was going to shoot her from the shadows, she had to be careful.

Moore and the members of Glenn's team conducted an inspection.

Caesar shook hands with everyone and said, "Be careful."

The main iron gate of the prison creaked open as it was pushed open.

The black-armored warriors, guns at the ready, jogged out and immediately dispersed, maintaining their formation as they began clearing the zombies.

Both captains, Moore and Glenn, are the core and brains of their respective teams.

They stood at the front of their respective teams, approaching the barbed wire gates from both sides, like crab claws slashing at the zombies.

Without even using firearms, they easily fought the walkers with gleaming machetes and their respective preferred melee weapons.

Michonne was not in either team. She drew her katana, gripped it with one hand, and charged straight into the horde of zombies.

Amidst the twists and turns, blades flashed and heads flew.

The governor, who was observing through binoculars in the distance, bulged the veins on his forehead and his breathing became much heavier the moment he saw Michonne.

Anger turned into flames, shooting straight to the top of his head.

The governor turned to his men and said, "Let's charge in."

At a command, everyone boarded the vehicle.

The convoy consisted of a diverse range of vehicles, including not only modified off-road vehicles but also all sorts of private cars.

It's like the composition of the governor's staff.

The governor himself drove the car, shifting the gear lever with his foot almost touching the gas tank.

The SUV beneath the governor roared, its tires spinning wildly as it surged forward.

After the governor's car sped off, his loyal subordinates followed closely behind, and finally, various private cars arrived.

Private cars are not as good as off-road vehicles, and they haven't been modified, so they can only trail far behind.

The governor's SUV sped out of the woods and slammed on the gas, crashing into the prison's barbed wire gate.

Other off-road vehicles followed suit and rushed in.

Caesar's eyes flashed coldly as he leaned out the window, gun at the ready. "Fire at will."

Da da da—

The automatic rifle in Caesar's hand spewed bursts of fire, and bullets rained down on the governor's off-road vehicle.

The other soldiers who remained inside the main prison opened fire.

Moore and Glenn, who were clearing out the walkers, immediately made a decision: "Retreat, retreat back inside."

The walkers hadn't been completely cleared away, but they didn't linger in the fight. Gunshots whistled in their ears, and the governor's group's car roared toward them.

Michonne's face still held a fervent desire for battle as she was pulled into the building by the warrior.

The governor gripped the steering wheel, trying his best to dodge the whistling bullets, while Michonne's figure, which he was staring at intently, disappeared into the main body of the prison.

Amidst the hail of bullets, the SUV beneath the governor, powered by its surging engine, slammed through the gate connecting the main prison building to the lawn and came to a bang beside the gate.

The airbags deployed, the hood was blown off somewhere, and thick white smoke rose from the exposed engine.

The governor staggered out of the car, a gun hanging from his hand. His eyes were sinister as he stared at the main gate of the prison, as if he were meeting Michonne's gaze, filled with murderous intent.

Following the governor's example, the key members and his men followed suit, crashing through the barbed wire fence on the lawn and stopping next to the governor.

Two unlucky SUVs had their tires hit and overturned; it's unknown whether the people inside are alive or dead.

It was as if Andrea and the cannon fodder's car had just driven onto the lawn and hadn't gotten any closer yet.

The governor glanced at them, then turned away indifferently to face his subordinates.

With his single arm, he raised the gun, muzzle pointing skyward, and shouted, "Let's kill them all!"

Amidst the roar, his subordinates responded with shouts of their own.

The main gate of the prison was dark, and nothing could be seen inside, but the governor had already figured out their situation, so there was no need to worry.

So the governor started firing wildly into the building as he rushed in.

The subordinates followed closely behind, their faces full of excitement.

After they all rushed in, Andrea and the others arrived.

Dozens of people got out of the car one after another, all their eyes were on Andrea, waiting for her to give orders.

Andrea glanced around and could see the determination on their faces.

Clearly, they had already made their decision.

Andrea took a deep breath and said calmly, "From now on, we don't need to pretend with the governor and the others anymore."

"The time has come to show our loyalty to Yellowstone. Now, we are no longer just Woodbury; we are Yellowstone people."

"We're going to ambush the governor and his men from behind. Don't be afraid, find cover, don't worry about aiming, just fire."

"By the way, don't point your guns at your teammates either."

Andrea finished her explanation with focused attention, and all the new recruits listened attentively.

"Alright," Andrea clapped her hands. "Everyone, follow me and charge!"

"Rush!"

The recruits shouted in unison, raising their weapons and aiming them straight into the sky.

Inside the main body of the prison.

The governor and his men charged through the dark corridors, firing without hesitation whenever they saw a room.

After firing the shot, the governor pushed open the door and found that there was nothing inside; not only was there no one there, but there was also nothing there.

It was as if no one had ever lived inside, as if the entire prison had been emptied out in an instant.

This strong sense of unease made the governor increasingly uneasy.

He shouted angrily, "Spread out and find people for me!"

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