In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

(二九五四 六二三 一三)

The northwest suburb of War Zone 59 was the dirtiest and messiest slum in the old days, but now it has changed a lot.

The empire's war base in War Zone 59 is located here, and it is also the place where you can see the most high-level undead in War Zone 59.

The tall city walls are made of steel and concrete, exuding a cold and chilling sense of oppression.

Countless sharp spikes were arranged in front of the city wall, and the sharp cones shone with an icy cold light. The spikes made of high-strength alloy were enough to become a nightmare for the attackers.

But these terrifying spikes are just the first obstacle in front of the tall city wall. If you look carefully, you can also notice the flash of lightning on the wall.

On the city wall, there are many pedestals, and mounted on the pedestals are various defense robots full of technological style.

There was also a zombie soldier wearing a military helmet and military uniform, holding weapons. They each stayed at their own posts and did not dare to relax at all.

As night fell, searchlights were turned on, and the dazzling beams of light continued to sweep across every inch of the city outside the city wall.

On the heavy steel gate, the letter Z painted in purple spray paint is so conspicuous.

The empire is a world-class organization established and composed of high-level undead. From the perspective of high-level undead, they are essentially different from low-level undead.

The high and low levels here do not refer to the strength of the undead power in the body, but to distinguish the high-level undead from the low-level undead based on their physiological structure.

Low-level undead refer to the undead who have no intelligence and only instinct. Their existence can be traced back to the Great Cataclysm.

For some unknown reason, most of the humans in the old era transformed into the original undead.

Among these low-level undead, some of the unique ones successfully evolved and became the original high-level undead.

The difference between high-level undead and low-level undead is that they have intelligence and gender awareness. Except for their dark skin color, they are basically no different from humans.

They can give birth to the next generation through reproduction, or they can transform from low-level undead.

The empire recognizes all high-level undead as its legal citizens, that is, "people" as recognized by the empire.

The low-level undead are cannon fodder that can be driven at will during wars and materials for endless consumption.

The modern world is also strange. Whether they are plant spirits or undead spirits, their shapes and behaviors are very different from humans.

Some scholars speculate that the birth of plant spirits and undead spirits may be just to replace humans?

Oh, the secret seems to be too much, so let’s continue telling our story.

Although it was dark now, the war base was brightly lit.

In the ruined city shrouded in darkness, this place is particularly eye-catching.

Compared with the territorial nature of the federal war gardens, the empire's war bases more often exist as military fortresses.

Within the base, zombie soldiers training and patrolling, undead engineers repairing and inspecting equipment, and undead officers chatting in groups can be seen everywhere.

In the central area of ​​War Base No. 59, there is a wall that is taller than the outermost part of the base, dividing the central area from the outer area.

Stationed here are also the elite soldiers of the group army. They carry a variety of tactical equipment and are armed almost to the teeth.

There is a post at every five steps and a sentry at ten steps. You can even see how strong they are by looking at the poison gas bombs and ZRG rocket launchers on their bodies. At the feet of the two sentries at the entrance to the central area, there were several ferocious large dogs lying down, which was a perfect example of security.

This is the imperial headquarters of Theater 59 and the location of the commander-in-chief in charge of Theater 59.

It's just that the commander-in-chief doesn't seem to be in a good mood now.

"Trash! They're all trash! You bunch of useless trash! What the hell do you do for food?"

Outside the conference room, separated by a soundproof iron door, the two undead guards could still hear the angry and furious voice of the commander-in-chief in the conference room.

One can imagine how angry this commander-in-chief is.

"Hey, the commander-in-chief doesn't know why he is so crazy. He has been cursing for half an hour."

One of the guards sighed, his face full of exhaustion and dissatisfaction.

Half an hour, a full half hour, the sound could be heard even outside the soundproof door. It didn't matter that the commanders inside were scolded, even the guards guarding the door had to suffer.

"Shh, keep your voice down. It would be bad if you are heard. After all, that person is the commander-in-chief personally appointed by the Imperial Military Department."

Guard B next to him heard his old friend making rude remarks and immediately whispered to dissuade him.

"So what if I am personally appointed? Which commander-in-chief in each war zone is not personally appointed by the military? Have you heard? Because of the continuous defeat in the 59th theater, the higher-ups are planning to remove us from the post of commander-in-chief."

Guard A rolled his eyes and lowered his voice.

"Continuous losses? Oh, I remember this. It should be War Garden No. 5927 and War Garden No. 5976, right."

Guard B scratched his head and seemed to have some impression.

"Yes, they are War Garden No. 5927 and War Garden No. 5976. These two war gardens in War Zone 59 are also old rivals of our base.

The owner of the house on No. 27 is from Vodgograd, and together with his plant spirits, they are a group of reckless men who fight for their lives, causing many of our troops to return without success.

The owner of No. 76 is a native of Long'an, an out-and-out master of defensive warfare. With the large amount of supplies stored in the war garden, he delayed the main force of the base for three months. "

Guard A described it vividly, while Guard B nodded in cooperation:

"Fortunately, I was not sent to fight on the front line. If I were unlucky enough to be assigned to these two battlefields, I would definitely not be able to return home."

"Are you still thinking about going home? We haven't had a holiday for a long time, but as you said, we haven't been home for a long time."

When Guard A heard what Guard B said, he couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know who the commander will be, taking over the responsibilities of the commander-in-chief."

"Are you finished?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two undead guards.

"It's over... it's over... it's over!"

Guard A subconsciously answered the question, turned around and saw an expressionless face.

The tall body of the iron barrel zombie stood there, as if casting a shadow on the guard armor.

The visitor was none other than Dark Iron, who had easily captured War Garden No. 5926. Judging from his appearance, it was obvious that he had received the news during the march and hurried back to the war base to participate in the meeting.

"An... An... Commander An Iron, I'm very sorry! We shouldn't have deserted while on duty."

An Tie's gaze stayed on Guard A's face for a long time, causing Guard A to break out in a cold sweat.

The Iron Barrel Zombie's calmness immediately shocked Guard B on the side, and he quickly stepped forward to admit his mistake.

"It won't happen again."

The Iron Bucket Zombie opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end these were the only four words that came out.

The two guards immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes...yes..."

"You, go in and announce that I, Dark Iron, have arrived."

An Tie pointed at Guard B. He did not dare to neglect and immediately knocked on the door and entered the conference room.

After all, this Dark Iron Commander is the only one among the many undead commanders in the base who has achieved a major victory in recent times.

The commander-in-chief also attaches great importance to it, and even specially summoned him back for this meeting.

"Some things, even if you know them, must be kept in your stomach. After all, you are just an ordinary soldier."

Glancing at the guard armor, An Tie spoke out as he passed by him.

"You... what you taught is..."

Guard A nodded fearfully and stepped aside.

The Iron Bucket Zombie stopped looking at him. When Guard B came out and nodded to him, An Tie slightly straightened the iron bucket above his head and walked towards the conference room.

It seems that the commander-in-chief is indeed unpopular in the base. Now even these little soldiers dare to discuss this matter in private.

As for choosing a suitable team, Antie has not made any plans until now.

I can only hope that everything goes smoothly.