In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

The exploration team set off from courtyard 5905, splitting into three groups to begin the fourth exploration of the abandoned city.

Although more than a dozen plant warriors left the War Courtyard one after another, the forces remaining in the courtyard were still strong enough to give people peace of mind.

Even without mentioning the renowned Iron-Armed General in charge, the mere existence of this tactical squad of machine gunners is enough to give any invading enemy a taste of what a "bullet storm" truly means.

As the sun set and dusk fell, the setting sun cast a hazy golden glow on the high platform in the backyard battlefield.

"Well, there's nothing serious, Grandpa Odin. Just a few minor repairs will do."

On the high platform, Chola held Odin's dislocated prosthetic limb and spoke with great conviction.

"Then I'll trouble you to fix this metal arm for me, little Clarice."

Odin chuckled and gently ruffled Claura's bunny-ear hood with his only remaining hand.

"Leave it to me, Grandpa Odin."

Claudia nodded and then began repairing the prosthesis.

Without disturbing the focused Claura, Odin walked to the edge of the platform and looked down at the tranquil battlefield in the backyard.

Today, the two elite plant spirits responsible for daytime duty in the rear battlefield are Deshka and Mogo, both belonging to the machine gun company squad.

Those selected for the tactical squad are all the best of their kind.

Whether it was DShka, Mogo, or the other two members of the machine gun squad, they could all move freely while wearing full gear and carrying a heavy Gatling gun.

Excellent physical fitness and formidable firepower are precisely why the Machine Gun Pea Shooter is classified as an "elite".

Noticing the gaze of an old general cast down from the high platform, Deshka and Mogo involuntarily straightened their posture, standing even more upright than before.

As members of the 59th Army of the Federation, they all grew up listening to the story of General Iron Arm, and naturally had a lot of respect and admiration for him.

It's important to know that Odin is one of the few surviving military legends, and his heroic deeds are still told throughout the Federation.

Maxim, who served as the team leader, even bought a lot of related merchandise to decorate the team's dormitory.

They were incredibly excited when they learned that they could be hired to work in this courtyard and work with General Ironarm.

"Tsk, these two lads..."

Even someone as meticulous as Odin could see through the inner thoughts of Deshka and Mogo.

He smiled helplessly, a hint of kindness in his eyes.

After all, the future of the Federation and even the modern world belongs to these young seedlings.

Old people like myself will eventually be eliminated by time.

Young people need more encouragement and recognition. It would be good to chat with them and share some combat experience after their duty ends.

There was no unusual activity on the battlefield in the backyard for the time being, and Odin also planned to return to Chola's side to continue waiting for the child to repair her prosthetic limb.

But as soon as he turned around, a tall figure suddenly appeared next to Clarella and came into his view.

Odin, however, seemed unsurprised by this and greeted her, "Good evening, Ms. Rosemary."

The visitor was none other than Rosemary, the shovel-wielding android from courtyard number 5905.

Since the Titans needed to explore the Great Junkyard, he took all the smaller Titans with him before leaving to avoid taking up too much manpower.

For this reason, Claudia was left alone in the courtyard.

The busy Xiaoda had taken this into consideration, which is why she asked Rosemary, who was free at the time, to take time out to accompany and protect Claura.

Even though the maid was always seen as aloof and intimidating by the residents of the courtyard.

But when it comes to taking care of people, apart from Miu Miu, no one in courtyard 5905 is more suitable than Rosemary.

Good night, General Odin.

Rosemary nodded slightly, and after greeting her, she stood quietly beside Clara, waiting for the latter to finish what she was doing.

As night fell, the spotlights on the platform were turned on, shining down on the lawn and swimming pool below.

The plant warriors responsible for night duty also rushed over from the community, and Philian and Kaiwen replaced Deshka and Mogo, who had been on duty for a long time.

"General Odin, how have you been lately?"

Angela carried the medical kit up to the platform and asked Odin with great concern.

"Not bad, Dr. Angela. My old bones are still quite strong; I'm not at the point where I can't get out of bed."

Odin grinned and made a bodybuilding gesture with his only remaining arm.

To outsiders, the action seemed somewhat comical and cute, but Odin himself didn't seem to care much.

"Hey, General Odin, so your prosthetic leg is detachable?"

Angela then noticed that Odin only had one arm.

Curious, she walked over to Clara and examined the child's prosthetic leg that was being repaired.

"That's right, this iron arm was made for me by an old comrade-in-arms from the army back then. If you ask me, that guy's craftsmanship is really good."

Odin nodded, and seeing Angela's interested expression, he continued, "This prosthetic arm is even more useful than the one I lost. It can not only release electromagnetic shocks, but also work in conjunction with my Chosen One technique."

As if he had just thought of something, Odin's previously excited expression instantly dimmed: "It's a pity he passed away before me. After that, there was no one to fix my prosthetic leg."

"Please accept my condolences, General Odin, but... why do you say no one can repair your prosthetic limb?"

While comforting her, Angela glanced at Clara, who was having her prosthetic leg repaired beside her.

"This prosthetic limb was made by my old comrade-in-arms. He was the best mechanic in the army at the time. Other mechanics were not skilled enough and naturally dared not easily repair it, for fear of damaging my prosthetic limb. Over the years, this prosthetic limb has had many minor troubles, but it is still usable and requires frequent maintenance."

Odin shrugged and continued, "It wasn't until the courtyard where I previously served fell, and I led my team to the auto repair shop cluster, that I met little Claudia. I then discovered that this girl was so capable that she could perfectly repair the prosthetic limb that my old comrade had made for me."

He pointed at Claudia, sparing no praise: "If my old comrade knew that such a young girl could fix his work, he'd probably be so happy he'd climb out of his coffin."

As he laughed, Odin silently raised his hand and wiped away a single, cloudy tear from the corner of his eye without leaving a trace.

"Grandpa Odin, it's fixed! Please install it and see!"

After much effort, Claura finally finished the repair and excitedly raised her prosthetic leg, holding it up to Odin.

Her scarlet eyes shone brightly, clearly indicating that she was very satisfied with her work.

"As expected of Little Clarice, Scarlet Bunny's fame will now spread throughout the courtyard of No. 5905!"

Like a grandfather praising his granddaughter, Odin smiled and took the prosthetic leg, intending to reattach it.

"Let me help you, General Odin. You're moving too forcefully; you'll hurt yourself."

Seeing Odin's expression as if he wanted to snap the prosthetic leg back into his arm, Angela, who almost lost her composure, quickly stepped forward to help him install the prosthetic leg.

Rosemary took Chola's hand and bowed slightly, saying, "In that case, General Odin, I'll take Chola back to rest first."

"See you tomorrow, Grandpa Odin; see you tomorrow, Sister Angela."

Chola yawned and waved goodbye to the two plant warriors.

Angela gently said goodbye to her: "See you tomorrow, little Clara."

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Rosemary."

Odin, now with his prosthetic arm in place, moved his arm back to life and nodded to Rosemary.