The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

This involves personal interests; whoever defeats the boss first will become the squad leader.

There was only one spot left for the squad leader, and they couldn't refuse it.

Caesar said, "If you can't decide who goes first, all three of you go at once."

"All three of you coming at me together?" The three were stunned.

One of them asked, "If we win, who wins?"

Caesar, hands on his hips, said, "If you win, I'll give you two extra squad leaders, so all three of you can become squad leaders."

"Really?" asked the skinny cowboy.

"Of course it's true."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three cowboys exchanged glances and charged at Caesar from three different directions.

With attacks coming from three directions simultaneously, the situation suddenly turned unfavorable.

Caesar's lips curled into a smile. "This is finally getting interesting."

Caesar glanced at the three men, then strode to the right, assuming a stance to engage the man on his right.

Naturally, the three changed their stance, with the man on the right stopping and getting into a fighting position with Caesar.

The two people in the middle and on the left also changed accordingly.

Caesar turned his footing, his forward momentum abruptly halting, and in the blink of an eye, he charged towards the person on his left.

Caesar moved with incredible speed, closing in on the man on his left in the blink of an eye.

The remaining two realized they had fallen into a trap and gritted their teeth as they gave chase.

On the left is the rather thin cowboy, who stares directly at Caesar and lunges at him, trying to hug him.

Caesar was immediately embraced, seemingly restrained.

The man immediately shouted, "Quick, I've trapped him!"

As soon as he shouted, the feeling of weightlessness made him realize that something was wrong.

Caesar embraced the skinny cowboy and slammed him to the ground, but with less force. The skinny cowboy let out a scream as the strength in his limbs loosened considerably.

Just as Caesar was about to get up, he found that the skinny cowboy still wouldn't let go and was stubbornly holding onto Caesar.

Before Caesar could make a move, the other two pounced on him and started punching and kicking him.

Caesar casually lashed out with his elbow, striking one of the men squarely. The man, despite his impressive physical abilities, was forced back two steps and knelt on the ground.

Turning his head, Caesar faced the other person directly.

The man glanced at his companion's miserable state, his lips twitched, and before he could beg for mercy, Caesar punched him to the ground.

The skinny cowboy who was holding Caesar was also punched squarely in the forehead and passed out.

"Take the three of them to the hospital."

Calmly rising to his feet, Caesar cracked his neck and asked, "Is anyone else here?"

A few minutes later, several people were lying on the ground.

Those who stepped forward to challenge him were defeated by Caesar in just a couple of rounds.

On the contrary, the three people who came up in the second round were the closest to victory.

After these men lay down, no more cowboys dared to challenge them. They realized that instead of challenging their boss, they should practice their cowboy skills, as they had a better chance of becoming squad leaders through practice.

Just as Caesar finished, Rip climbed over the wooden fence.

"What's wrong?" Caesar asked, puzzled.

When Caesar felt Ripna's burning, battle-ready gaze, he laughed: "You want to get beaten up too?"

"Who gets beaten up is another story," Rip retorted.

While watching the other cowboy challenges, Rip cheered them on along with the cowboys around him, getting really excited.

But none of the cowboys lasted more than a few moves, which made Rip very excited.

I decided to try it myself.

Even if you win, there will be no reward.

"Ha, do you think I'm the kind of person who cares so much about rewards?" Rip approached Caesar and threw a punch without saying a word.

Rip's heavy punch came straight at Caesar's face.

Caesar bent over, gathering his strength to throw a punch.

With a thud, it struck Rip in the abdomen.

Rip's eyes bulged, he bent over and took two steps back before lying on the ground.

"Rip, you still need to practice."

Caesar didn't look back at Rip, but turned to walk out of the horse training ground.

Then came Rip's slightly trembling voice: "Hey, it's not over yet, let's do it again."

Suddenly, a sparse clapping sound rang out.

There were also voices cheering for Ripp.

Caesar turned around and praised, "The fact that you can still stand up shows that you are far stronger than them."

This guy, he's really annoying.

Rip clutched his stomach, his steps faltering, but he remained standing.

After shifting his body, Rip stepped forward and threw another punch.

In Caesar's eyes, Rip's movements were slow and lacked strength.

Caesar easily dodged a few blows and retaliated with a heavy punch. Although he avoided vital areas, he still managed to leave Rip lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

The arena gradually quieted down, and the cowboys never expected that a man as strong as Rip would be so easily defeated by Caesar.

As Caesar strode out of the horse training ground, cheers of encouragement rose from the surrounding crowd.

"Boss! Boss!"

Amidst the self-praise, Caesar left the cowboy cabin.

……

After a squad leader selection, the cowboys' loyalty to Caesar was significantly enhanced.

The selected squad leaders were all grateful to Caesar for his kindness, while the other cowboys held Caesar in high esteem.

Powerful, capable, and yet so kind to cowboys.

The benefit of this is that they are more obedient to orders than before and are more willing to improve their abilities.

When Rip came out of the hospital, he saw his cowboys looking so energetic that he even wondered if he had come to the wrong place and wandered into someone else's combat squad.

However, this did make Rip very happy. Given time, Rip believed that the cowboys would definitely become a sharp sword in Caesar's hands, even if they were no less powerful than the combat squad.

Caesar naturally saw the potential in this, which is why he provided the cowboys with various benefits and good treatment.

After dealing with the cowboy squad, Caesar returned to the council chamber.

I sat in the council chamber for several hours, dealing with all the accumulated matters.

Although Caesar had a headache looking at the stack of documents in front of him, he still patiently read through them.

In fact, after reading through these documents...

Caesar had learned everything about Yellowstone, such as how construction in the town had gradually stopped and only a few small buildings were lacking furniture.

The solution was simple: Caesar decided to arrange a collection mission, sending the combat squads and the transport department personnel outside to move the goods.

The materials I found at the construction site last time have all been used up. The gate to Buffalo Pass has long been completed, but the asphalt road inside has only been paved up to the section from the town to the gate.

The roads leading in other directions were still dirt roads.

Hershel's planting department also cultivates fields not near the town.

The town is in the center of Black Pine Valley, while the plantations are on the right side, closer to the mountains, and the journey there is quite bumpy.

Herschel built several small buildings there and led people to plant crops. It's springtime now, the planting season has arrived, and he's extremely busy.