In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

When Fyodor led his officers into the warehouse, they were met with the following chaotic scene:

A group of rebel soldiers were shouting and yelling, venting their discontent and anger without restraint.

You punch me, I kick you; blood splatters on the ground and walls, and you can already see many plant warriors lying on the ground.

They looked nothing like soldiers; even a group of gangsters commonly seen on the streets of a metropolis would have looked far better than these rebel soldiers.

The officers looked extremely grim, and the young general was furious, his face turning ashen.

Fyodor never imagined that the troops he had personally trained would experience such a serious riot.

This was undoubtedly a blatant rip of his face as a general, followed by a brutal stomp on the ground.

A burly, tall plant spirit seemed to have lost his mind. After kicking over his comrades, he turned his attention to Fyodor, who was standing at the warehouse door.

Several officers tried to stop him, but Fyodor suddenly reached out and stopped them.

Then, the young general drew a strangely shaped weapon from his waist and aimed it at the tall, nut-like plant spirit that was charging towards him.

As is well known, the cannon is merely the main weapon provided by the Federation military to the Corn Cannon Plant Spirit.

Although the Corn Cannon Plant Spirit is so powerful that anyone can pull a cannon with one hand, no Corn Cannon Plant Spirit would use its cannon as a giant iron ball to smash people on the battlefield.

To enable the Corn Cannon Plant Spirits to protect themselves, the military specially prepared a unique secondary weapon for these outstanding generals.

Gunsword, a weapon that combines a firearm with a sword blade, is used exclusively by the Corn Cannon Plant Spirit.

They can make various requests to the military to customize a gun-sword that is unique to them.

It is not only a symbol of distinguished status, but also aesthetically pleasing and practical. It can be said that there is no secondary weapon more suitable for pairing with the Corn Cannon Plant Spirit than the Gun Sword.

However, under normal circumstances, the Corn Cannon Plant Spirit will only use the Gun Sword as a sidearm.

When they finally lower themselves to the point of taking up guns and swords to fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, the entire unit is probably already facing a life-or-death situation. At that point, there's nothing more to say about focusing on the role of guns and swords.

The design of the spear-sword in Fyodor's hand was inspired by the sabers of Ural Cossack cavalry, and it was also equipped with a full row of gunpowder boosters neatly arranged on the back of the blade.

The blade is made of black alloy produced in Long'an, while the gun is modeled after the famous Nagant revolver.

A thunderous roar instantly silenced all the rebel soldiers fighting inside the warehouse.

They stopped swinging their fists or weapons and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Fyodor remained expressionless, white smoke still billowing from the muzzle of his gun.

Before him lay only a corpse, its lower half intact.

As for where the upper body of the corpse went? It's the pile of mangled, bloody pieces on the ground.

The large-caliber Magnum bullet was fired with tremendous force, directly blasting the upper half of the tall plant spirit's body apart.

Keep in mind that this was a high-nut plant spirit known for its defensive capabilities, yet it didn't even last a second before dying at Fyodor's gun.

Is this what you wanted?

A cold yet authoritative voice echoed throughout the warehouse, and Fyodor's sharp gaze swept over the rebel soldiers present like a hawk.

“Take a good look at what you have done to your comrades.”

Every plant spirit warrior whose gaze swept over him felt terrified and lowered their heads.

Dozens of corpses were carried out and placed between Fyodor and a group of rebel soldiers, including the two-shot pea shooter Plant Spirit who had stepped forward to try to maintain order.

Their unseeing eyes filled the rebel soldiers who had participated in the melee with unbearable shame.

“Those who would kill their comrades, step forward. I will only give you one chance.”

Several rebel soldiers, as if plunged into an ice cave, shakily stepped out of the ranks and surrendered. Several officers beside Fyodor immediately stepped forward and detained them.

"I used to think that you were all the soldiers I could trust the most."

Fyodor walked slowly to the pile of bloody flesh and bones, squatted down, picked up a drop of blood with his finger, and his eyes turned painful and angry.

"But your actions have betrayed my trust in you and have made me extremely disappointed in you."

He shook the drop of blood onto the ground and gave the officers a cold order: "Execute the one who murdered his comrade with artillery fire, in order to mourn our fallen innocent comrades."

"Yes, General Fyodor."

The officers faithfully carried out Fyodor's orders and took away the few rebel soldiers who had volunteered to stand up.

"Now, tell me, what exactly happened here?"

Fyodor took a deep breath and looked at the group of rebel soldiers in front of him.

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The first Peashooter, Plant Spirit, stepped out of the crowd and approached Fyodor, explaining the whole story to his general.

"After you arrived at the warehouse area, you found that the warehouse had been emptied and there were no military supplies that we urgently needed inside?"

The young general appeared unusually calm at this moment, and no one noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.

“Yes, General Fyodor, I swear to the Lord of the Sun, there is not a single lie in what I have said.”

Fyodor recognized the subordinate before him; he was an extremely devout believer in the blazing sun.

Since this believer dared to swear on his faith, it means he must not have lied about this matter.

"So, someone beat us to it and took all the supplies from the warehouse area?"

Fyodor muttered to himself, looking around at the empty warehouse beneath his feet.

[Omnics? Swarms? Or some other alien force?]

No one answered his question; the entire room fell silent.

"Take them out of here and pack up anything else usable in this military base."

"Yes."

The officers, having received instructions, immediately directed the rebel soldiers to leave the warehouse, leaving Fyodor alone.

Only one surviving soldier, who had previously participated in escorting technical experts, suddenly remembered something and did not follow the crowd away.

"Why are you still here?"

Fyodor noticed the unusual rebel soldier and couldn't help but frown.

The rebel soldier immediately stood at attention and saluted: "General Fyodor, I have important information to report."

Fyodor raised an eyebrow and gestured to shoo away the officer who was about to approach: "Speak, what information do you have?"

“I was a soldier escorting technical experts when, during our mission, a human psionicist who seemed to be able to control omnics got ahead of us and entered the military base.”

The rebel soldiers dared not delay and quickly recounted everything they had seen and heard.

"Human psionicists? What do they look like?"

When humans appear in the ruined city, they are either modern people who roam the world or war-torn courtyard owners who love to stir up trouble.

Feodor's intuition told him that this psionicist who had appeared out of nowhere was definitely related to the missing military supplies in the warehouse.

"Male, black hair, and..."

Just as the rebel soldier was trying to recall, he suddenly felt a chill creep up his spine.

The next moment, countless pale ghosts appeared out of thin air and wrapped around his body.

The ghost suddenly contracted, snapping the rebel soldier's limbs and neck, interrupting his attempt to continue speaking.

At the same time, a dark blue wrist blade appeared behind Fyodor, its sharp edge aimed directly at the young general's back.