The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 222 Thin

"I know a lot about the forces in this area. The leader of the Salvation Army is Negan, a very clever ruler who enslaves his men with killing and fear."

"And he and his men knocked on the doors of every power in the area, demanding that they pay tribute to the Salvation Army."

"If someone fails to pay their quota or tries to be clever, he will punish them by smashing their head. If they do it again, he will slaughter the entire force."

Upon hearing these descriptions, Daryl's breathing became heavier.

"This is where Yellowstone is, Daryl. You have to understand, the reason this area of ​​Atlanta is so peaceful is because of us Yellowstone. Our force has taught the people around us manners and humility."

"But these regions are gladiatorial arenas where only the fittest survive. They only engage in brutal life-or-death battles, or the smarter rulers know how to utilize other forces instead of killing them all."

"You and Michonne are our scouts, our eyes. Go and see these places carefully. The Salvation Army is the lifeblood of Yellowstone's growth."

Caesar spoke earnestly.

Daryl nodded emphatically. "I understand."

When Caesar looked at Michonne, Michonne nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, your position is called Recruiter. You are responsible for recruiting capable people to join Huangshi. If you see someone you like on the road, bring them back. What Huangshi needs most is talent."

After Caesar finished his introduction, he continued, "Any other questions?"

"And you, Michonne?"

Michonne shook her head. "I'm fine, it's just—"

"Just what?" Caesar looked at Michonne in confusion.

"Uh—" A hint of nervousness appeared on Michonne's dark face. "I said before that I came to work for Yellowstone to repay Yellowstone for saving my life, but now I've changed my mind. I want to really join Yellowstone."

Hearing this, Caesar smiled gently. "Michonne, you're already one of us."

"Thank you, boss." Michonne smiled, a rare occurrence for her.

Caesar raised his glass and looked at Michonne. "We welcome Michonne to Yellowstone."

Daryl raised his glass. "Welcome."

Michonne also picked up her glass, and the three glasses clinked together in the air.

After seeing the two off from the office, Caesar looked at Amy standing to the side, walked behind her, hugged her, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Amy noticed her lover's change in mood and gently placed her hand in Caesar's.

Caesar cast his gaze toward the end of the corridor and said in a low voice, "We are about to begin a war of conquest."

Unlike Woodbury, the Salvation Army is a group of pure evil people. It is said that if you kill nine out of ten, you will definitely miss some, and if you kill ten out of ten, you may accidentally kill some.

There were no good people inside, only a few who might not have deserved to die.

Caesar was not a merciful man. When he clashed with the Salvation Army, he would not stop wielding his blade; he would keep killing until all the Salvation Army soldiers were dead.

From the highest levels to the lowest, everyone must die.

Caesar calmed himself down a bit, straightened up, dusted himself off, and went back to his office to handle his own affairs.

Amy, standing still, rubbed her bottom resentfully.

Don't you have a butt? Why are you patting me, and with so much force?

After a few quiet days in Huangshi, the restless atmosphere caused by the high-level officials finally subsided.

The residents threw themselves into their work, leaving everything else behind.

The higher-ups pretended to be worried, but as they kept pretending, their emotions calmed down automatically, and they gradually adapted to the situation.

Despite our anxieties, we forge ahead with courage.

As a result, they were full of energy and led the residents under their command to work hard.

Thanks to their efforts, Yellowstone is undergoing tremendous changes.

That morning, Caesar did not go to the council chamber to attend to his own affairs.

Instead, they went to an open space outside the town.

When Caesar arrived, a large number of residents had already gathered there, and Glenn and others were also present.

Good morning, Caesar, Amy.

Caesar arrived with Amy, and the two greeted the others.

The crowd parted to make way for the two of them.

Inside was a deep pit, constructed of thick bricks and cement, forming a huge square. A tall ventilation pipe was mounted on top, and the entire square was sealed, connecting to numerous pipe joints.

These interfaces were all sealed.

Suddenly, a bright-eyed, disheveled man darted out from the side, and Morales and T quickly stepped forward to capture him.

The man was very thin and weak, and was no match for the two burly men. He was pinned to the ground in one move.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! You two, let me go! It hurts so much! Morales, let me go!"

Upon hearing his name, Morales paused for a moment, loosened his grip slightly, frowned, and widened his eyes to carefully discern the appearance of the person beneath him.

I thought about it, but I still couldn't think of a corresponding person.

Morales looked up and met T's gaze. The confusion in T's eyes was so clear. He sighed. It seemed T...

Even the boy didn't recognize him.

"Morales, T-boy, let Milton go right now. He's so thin, he can't take any more of your abuse."

Caesar strode forward, gently pushed Morales and T aside, and personally helped Milton, who was lying on the ground, up.

Caesar frowned as soon as he touched Milton's body; he was too thin.

Since Milton was recruited, he had been instructing the logistics personnel to personally deliver meals to Milton and take good care of him.

What's going on?

How could someone be so hungry?

Caesar couldn't help but wonder if there were some corrupt officials in the logistics department who were even withholding food from the top talent he had personally selected. Was Dr. Jenner doing the same thing?

Thinking of this, Caesar said with a look of shame, "Milton, I'm sorry. I should have managed my men better, otherwise you wouldn't have starved to this extent."

Upon hearing Caesar's words, Milton, who had just straightened up, paused for a moment, casually ruffled his hair, and looked at Caesar with a puzzled expression.

"I'm not hungry."

"Uh—" Caesar didn't speak, but simply looked Milton up and down.

When Milton first came to Yellowstone, his face was chubby and he had a big belly; he wasn't too fat, but he was definitely not thin either.

But now, you can tell from her clothes that they're extremely loose, and she doesn't have much flesh left on her cheeks.

"Oh, you mean this?" Milton quickly waved his hand. "I'm busy with the town's power system, as well as the septic tanks and constructed wetland treatment system."

"I haven't had time to eat, and I've gotten so thin without even realizing it. The logistics staff are worried that I'll starve to death, so they come over every day to make sure I finish my meals before they let me work."