In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Moments earlier, outside the other side of the high wall of the military base.

On a street in an abandoned city, many rebel soldiers from the Free Army were stationed and had cleared a temporary position.

In the center of the position, several corn pitchers, Zygos, were nervously carrying out routine maintenance work around a field cannon.

This is a towed field cannon with four wheels and a caliber of 152 millimeters.

Its extremely long range and immense power make it a favorite among the corn cannon plant spirits from the Urals.

Without a doubt, when this massive cannon appears, it will dominate the entire battlefield and become a nightmare hanging over the enemy.

A few rays of sunlight pierced through the dilapidated buildings along the street, casting dappled patterns on the gleaming cannon of this deadly weapon, reflecting a cold, metallic sheen.

From the cannon barrel to the gun mount, from the frame to the wheels, the Corn Pitcher Plant Spirits meticulously inspected every part of it, not daring to overlook any potential hidden dangers.

Just then, a tall and upright figure slowly walked over from a distance.

Every rebel soldier who encountered this figure would drop what they were doing and stare at the newcomer.

Beneath the chestnut beret was a head of dazzling golden, tousled hair.

The row of exquisite medals that swayed on his chest contrasted sharply with his overly young and handsome face.

A military overcoat was casually draped over his strong and powerful body.

Those deep crimson eyes, like an endless abyss, were filled with arrogance and decisiveness.

His steps were incredibly steady, and he soon arrived at the cannon that was being repaired.

Upon noticing the commotion, the corn-spear plant spirits turned around in unison, then quickly stood up and lined up in a row.

The rebel major, who was in charge, took a deep breath and gave the young man in front of him a perfectly standard military salute.

"Greetings, General Fyodor."

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Fyodor Alexander Vladimir, a former major general of the 117th Army of the Federation, comes from a noble family in the Ural Mountains and is currently one of the powerful high-ranking officers in the Free Armed Forces who still commands a large number of troops.

At the young age of twenty-six, he was already a Corn Cannon Plant Spirit with ninth-order Plant Spirit power.

He graduated with outstanding grades from the Runge Military Academy in Vodkagrad (one of the five major military academies in the Federation) and participated in the Second Garden War.

After World War II, Fedor was promoted for his outstanding military achievements and became one of the youngest federal generals in the Ural region. He was then assigned to the 117th Federal Army.

However, no one expected that in just a few short years, this dazzling rising star general would become a major enemy that caused the Federation a great deal of trouble.

The mutiny that led to the demise of the former Federal 117th Army was orchestrated by Fyodor.

This iron-blooded general, forged in the fires of war, disregarded benevolence and forgiveness; he believed only in one supreme truth—might determines order, and gunfire writes the history of power.

The Federation was corrupt and incompetent, and the Empire was arrogant and conceited; in Fyodor's eyes, both were vermin.

Since this chaotic era was created by their combined efforts, why not ignite a raging fire, end the old ways, and then move towards the new world that should be ruled by the strong?

Fyodor Alexander Vladimir, however, believed himself qualified to be the one to rule the world.

For this reason, Fyodor was willing to pay any price, even if it meant abandoning all his past glory and status.

Two years ago, during the coup, Fyodor personally executed his adjutant, who had fought alongside him in World War II and saved his life.

This was because the latter chose to remain silent after hearing about the decision to stage a coup and attempted to inform the Union.

He never hesitates, and he will never tolerate betrayal.

After the Freedom Army announced its defection from the Union, Fyodor, a staunch advocate of war, publicly tore up their draft proposal for negotiations with the Union at the high-level meeting table.

Then, he tossed the shredded paper into the air, letting it fall like snowflakes, obscuring the incredulous expressions of the other high-ranking officials.

"It's either move forward or die; there is no third way."

When the Free Army broke through the federal blockade and arrived at Area 59, it was Fyodor who spearheaded the plan to attack the military base.

Despite opposition, he mobilized troops and even personally participated in the battle, all in an effort to seize the military base.

Now is the perfect time for him to make his move.

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How long will this maintenance take?

Fyodor calmly gazed at the rebel major, his eyes devoid of any superfluous emotion.

"Almost done, please wait another five minutes."

The rebel major lowered his head, no longer daring to look his general in the eye.

"five minutes."

Fyodor took a cigar out of his pocket and lit it.

Amidst the gentle smoke of his cigar, he patiently waited for the corn pitcher plant spirits to finish their inspection.

Time continued to pass, and the tension in the air grew heavier, but Fyodor's gaze remained fixed on his cannon.

Only at times like these would his gaze soften.

Finally, the five-minute countdown ended. The rebel major, not even having time to wipe the sweat from his brow, respectfully reported, "General, the inspection is complete. Your cannon is ready for battle at any time."

"very good."

The simple two words brought a huge sigh of relief to the corn pitchers, including Zhi Ling.

Fyodor nodded slightly, removed the cigar from his lips, and took a deep breath of the cool autumn air.

"General, the front lines are requesting artillery support. The enemy consists of omnics that have occupied the military base, as well as swarms of insects that appeared out of nowhere!"

A rebel soldier rushed up from behind and told his general about the situation on the battlefield.

"I see."

Fyodor waved his hand, then opened his palm toward the cannon.

He released golden plant energy, which transformed into an invisible fire rope that connected to the cannon.

In the blink of an eye, Fyodor felt a faint connection between himself and the cannon.

Although modern cannons do not require a matchlock to fire, the corn cannon plant spirit, shaped by plant spirit power, can freely control its cannon and decide how to fire using the matchlock.

"position?"

"Directly in front..."

"Never mind, we don't need to this time."

He raised his hand and channeled his plant spiritual power to shape a cannonball. With a casual wave of his hand, Fyodor's cannonball disappeared and quickly reappeared in the cannon.

The next day, the skill "Hundredfold Increase in Strength" was used, targeting the cannonball that was currently inside the cannon.

After acquiring this chosen skill, the user can consume their own plant spirit power to temporarily increase the size of a designated target (which must be an inanimate object) after a specified time.

For every 1% of the plant spirit power consumed, the volume of the designated object doubles, increasing in this way up to a maximum of one hundred times.

Feodor felt his plant spirit power instantly depleted. He casually took the spirit power replenishment handed to him by his subordinate and drank it all in one gulp. Then he designated another cannonball and used his fourth chosen technique, "Hundredfold Split".

After acquiring this chosen skill, the user can consume their own plant spirit power to cause a designated target (which must be an inanimate object) to split after a specified time.

For every 1% of the plant spirit power consumed, the number of splits of the designated target doubles, increasing in this way, with a maximum of one hundred times.

Two Chosen Techniques and four bottles of eighth-tier special spiritual energy replenishment allowed Fyodor to launch an incredibly terrifying, wide-area, and comprehensive firepower attack.

With a roar from the cannon, the omnics and insectoids in the military base were plunged into a catastrophe they could not stop.