In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Although the imperial troops had arrived outside Manor 5905, they did not launch an attack immediately.

It seems that the Iron Vanguard leading the team is also waiting for the opportunity.

Neither Manor 5905, on the defensive, nor the Imperial forces, on the offensive, responded immediately.

Both sides were in a stalemate, waiting for the other side's next move.

Before the battle even started, the plant spirit warriors were already busy with their work.

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The nine plant spirit warriors of the long-range group are maintaining their guns.

The task of building a firepower network is particularly arduous and no mistakes can be made.

Every bullet they fire must be accurate and kill an enemy.

In this long rainy night, they must hold on until dawn.

Nata used her plant spiritual power to create a series of pointed bullets specifically for sniping, and pressed them hard into her sniper rifle.

She would only choose key targets for sniping, and leave the rest of the enemies to her comrades to deal with.

The three Nai sisters put on chemical protective suits, gas masks, and adjusted their guns.

In the metal tanks behind them, the bubbles in the venom rose and fell, seemingly calm, but actually hiding murderous intent.

Owen and Lorne unscrewed the caps of the lubricant bottles and smeared the golden grease on their gun barrels.

Klein carefully polished his dagger until the blade became sharp enough to pierce the neck of a low-level zombie with one blow.

When everything was ready, he sheathed the dagger and reloaded the magazine of the assault rifle beside him.

Ji Bing gently stroked the Snow Buried Frost Feather. There was not even a trace of emotion on her frosty little face.

It was not until the sword at her waist made a sound of conflict that she finally raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

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The seven plant spirit warriors in the melee group are warming up before the battle.

They are about to rush to the front of the battlefield and use their flesh and blood to buy time for their comrades behind them.

Under General Odin's repeated instructions to ensure safety, the seven plant spirit warriors also made their own preparations for the war.

Kang Hong and the Sergeevich brothers got together, took out the sandpaper they carried with them, and helped each other polish the shields.

Only a solid shield can protect the life of a warrior. This sentence is very practical no matter in which world.

Johnson performed a dozen bodybuilding moves and then grabbed the fully charged rocket hammer.

He chatted with Zhao Tong, who had sharpened his knife, hoping to get through this anxious waiting time as soon as possible.

Si Bo Ke carefully checked his bag and stuffed the folded spike traps into it.

Just in case, he also brought a lot of first aid bandages, which might be of unexpected use.

Euphemia stroked her flat belly and pulled her sunhat down.

The rainy day has reduced her appetite, so she must eat more low-level zombies to whet her appetite.

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"Just use these bombs to send all the enemies into the sky."

Himiko has entered the "peak burning" state, with flames dancing wildly in the wind and rain.

She carried a two-handed sword that emitted a blazing light, and led the plant spirit warriors of the Ash Group to the battle preparation platform.

Yin Ke and Yin Li were carrying a storage box containing explosives, one in front and one behind.

Ford, carrying a bag full of mines, followed closely behind the Yin sisters.

For tonight, they have spent most of their wealth.

Kaiwen was intentionally or unintentionally throwing a few small gadgets that Mo Chen had never seen before in his hands.

Looking at her calm and composed appearance, you can tell that the enemy will definitely not have an easy time this time.

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For the final support group, the preparations they had to make were much easier than those of the other groups of plant spirit warriors.

Ye He tightened the last screw on the top of the engine and then pushed the patrol boat off the dock.

As soon as the ship entered the water, she picked up the oil drum and filled the patrol boat with gasoline.

"May the Lord of the Burning Sun bless you!"

Dale tightly grasped the cross necklace on his chest and prayed devoutly to his faith.

"Praise the Night-Light God!"

Christine muttered to herself, gently shaking the lantern in her hand.

Wendy in mid-air plucked the strings of her zither, summoning a gust of wind that temporarily dispelled the fatigue of the plant spirit warriors.

"Let this storm come even harder."

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The backyard battlefield is only separated from the abandoned city by a wall, but on the other side it can be described as "hell on earth".

Looking around, a blue-gray sea of ​​corpses completely occupied the streets, leaving hardly any space.

Densely packed low-level zombies crowded together, constantly making creepy roars.

They have no intelligence and understand nothing. They can only rely on their instinct to call for the same word - "brain".

The voice was deep and hoarse, like the screams and wails of evil spirits from hell, which was truly terrifying.

The size of the zombie horde is extremely large, and is even growing every moment.

Even the low-level zombies in several nearby blocks were swept up by this wave of zombies and gathered outside Manor No. 5905.

The momentum was so great that the plant spirit warriors of Manor No. 5905 had to be on their guard and be prepared to face these enemies.

"It seems that the tactics of this Iron Vanguard are the same as those of the previous Imperial Captains. They all want to use an astonishing number of low-level zombies to test the strength of the War Manor's defense."

On the battle preparation platform, Mo Chen was thinking while observing the horde of zombies on the street.

"Sure enough, there are quite a few low-level zombies carrying protective gear. These should be the equipment given to them by the Iron Vanguard."

The scene that Mo Chen saw now was not much different from the images he had previously monitored through the Bumblebee robot.

Ordinary zombies, roadblock zombies, barrel zombies, iron gate zombies...

The first two types of low-level zombies are relatively common in the abandoned city, but if the latter two types appear on a large scale, it must be the work of imperial intervention.

After all, the efficiency of the abandoned city in "refreshing" armor for low-level zombies is far slower than directly giving them equipment.

Not to mention the Iron Gate Zombies, which are a type of soldier that needs to undergo professional military training before they can exert their advantages.

"Are these the only unimportant minions now? Wait, they're here as expected!"

Just when Mo Chen was worried that there were only low-level zombies outside the manor, the imperial troops he had been thinking about finally arrived.

In the midst of the wind and rain, the purple sky super brain flag looked particularly dazzling.

Under the flag, vehicles and phalanxes moved side by side, clearing out a piece of open space in the streets crowded with a large number of low-level zombies.

Led by ten elite soldiers, ninety imperial soldiers quickly arranged themselves into formation in just ten seconds.

Such strict military discipline also indirectly reflects the extraordinary and strong nature of these imperial soldiers.

It can be said that they are the most outstanding imperial soldiers Mo Chen has ever seen.

The square formation suddenly split apart, and a tall figure walked out.

The burly steel vanguard, step by step, stepped onto the high wall of the backyard battlefield.

Although he was just an imperial captain, the oppressive feeling he brought was no less than those imperial commanders that Mo Chen had only seen in the records.

The Iron Vanguard stood quietly, his eyes meeting Mo Chen who was preparing for battle on the platform through the scarlet eyepiece on his head armor.

Mo Chen was quite familiar with the brutal and bloodthirsty eyes of the imperial soldiers.

But there was an extra hint of coldness and ruthlessness in the Iron Vanguard's eyes.

As cold as steel, as ruthless as steel.

"The personal soldiers trained by the empire's leader, An Tie..."

Even though he was an opponent, Mo Chen couldn't help but sigh:

"If there is a chance, I really want to meet this imperial commander codenamed 'Dark Iron'."