In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

The deck of the patrol boat was covered with a thick layer of spent shell casings, piled up so densely that they almost reached the ankles.

DShka and Mogo reluctantly put down their Gatling guns only after the barrels had turned red-hot from continuous firing.

Their arms were trembling slightly. Enduring the powerful recoil of the Gatling gun for so long would be difficult for even the strong and robust Plant Spirits who were machine gun pea shooters to remain unaffected.

In the pool in front of the patrol boat, there were many severed limbs and pieces of flesh floating around with the waves.

The horde of corpses that entered the pool was completely wiped out by the intense firepower of two Gatling guns, leaving only the blood-stained black water surface, glistening with a nauseating sheen.

The battlefield in the backyard temporarily returned to calm. The smoke from the battle slowly dissipated in the night breeze, and for a time no new enemies emerged from the mist, leaving only a deathly silence.

"Is the invasion over?"

Ivy raised her little head and asked Philian in confusion.

"Maybe not, Vera, stay vigilant."

Philian shook her head, but simply picked up the spray gun, remaining on high alert.

"Damn it, where did all those low-level zombies go?"

Euphemia waved her vines, and the mandibles on her back grew increasingly uneasy.

Not having devoured enough low-level zombies to replenish her energy made her somewhat irritable, and her full breasts heaved uncontrollably.

"Please calm down, Euphemia. Don't let yourself get flustered and let your emotions control you."

Christine gently shook the lantern in her hand, softly comforting Euphemia beside her.

Illuminated by the bright light emanating from the lantern, Euphemia finally calmed down a bit.

The group of plant warriors waited patiently for a while longer, but still not a single enemy crossed the wall and entered the battlefield in the backyard.

Gradually, an atmosphere of tension and anxiety permeated the defensive lines, which was particularly evident in the young plant spirit warriors.

On the contrary, the veterans remained calm and steadfast at their posts, awaiting instructions from Odin.

"Take a break for now, but don't relax too much."

The courtyard was still shrouded in mist, and as far as the eye could see, everything was a vast expanse of white.

Even with streetlights and searchlights providing illumination, the field of vision was limited to the walls of the backyard battlefield.

Without the group of bee-eye mechs used to monitor the situation in the abandoned city, Courtyard 5905 was particularly vulnerable.

Not knowing the number or type of the enemy, and being unable to grasp this crucial intelligence, may make the upcoming battles even more difficult.

Taking advantage of this precious respite, the plant warriors quickly checked their weapons, loaded new ammunition, or practiced their skills before battle.

On the patrol boat, Ye He pulled a case of chilled canned mint water from under her seat and pushed it to the center of the deck.

The two machine gunners, drenched in sweat, quickly thanked him and each took out a can of mint water to drink.

Ye He picked out two more bottles of mint water and tossed them to Deshka and Mogo, who were also on the ship. Then, she twisted the tab off the bottle of mint water in her hand.

She tilted her head back and drank the peppermint water in the jar in one gulp.

Deshka stretched his slightly sore arms and grinned at Mogo: "Our firepower is really strong, those low-level zombies don't dare to come."

Mogo ignored his teammates' words and kept staring at the wall at the end of the pool, which was faintly visible in the mist.

He gripped the can tightly, leaving several deep dents on the metal shell: "The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light. Don't let your guard down."

Ivy gripped the pistol tightly in her small hand, saying nothing, simply nestled quietly beside her sister.

Through two layers of thick fabric, Philian gently rubbed her younger sister's head and turned to look at Gregory not far away.

The usually taciturn latter placed the tower shield on the lawn and then made no further moves.

All that could be heard from the heavy armor was the occasional heavy breathing.

Odin stepped down from the platform and asked Angela, "Were any plant warriors injured in the battle just now?"

"No, if we could maintain zero casualties in every operation in the courtyard, it would make things much easier for us medical personnel."

Angela shook her head and sighed with great satisfaction.

Before Odin and Angela could exchange more than a few words, the roars of low-level zombies came from afar again.

A new wave of enemies has entered the battlefield in the backyard, their numbers so great that they seem to be looming over the city like dark clouds.

The plant warriors immediately stopped resting and launched a counterattack under the command of Odin, who had hurriedly returned to the high ground.

Just as the plant warriors were struggling to deal with the sudden attack of the zombie horde, the threat from the sky revealed its ferocious fangs.

As the familiar sound of propellers turning reached her ears, Kaiwen, who was wandering around the battlefield in the backyard, suddenly looked up at the sky.

On the drone, the ugly face of the Imperial engineer immediately came into her view.

"General Odin! It's a drone!"

Before Kaiwen's loud warning could reach Odin's ears, the drone began its dive.

The automatic machine guns beneath the fuselage were already warming up, and the target locked onto was the patrol boat in the pool.

"Attention everyone, watch out for drones!"

Odin only had time to roar before he saw the drone hurtle towards the pool.

The automatic machine guns opened fire, and the patrol boats in the pool became the first targets of the drones.

The drone aimed its guns downwards and fired a volley of bullets, sending sprays of water into the air before striking the unprotected patrol boat.

"what!"

Before a machine gunner could react, a bullet pierced his chest, and bright red blood flowed from the wound. His body fell heavily onto the deck.

Another machine gunner was also hit; a bullet struck his arm, which he had raised in a panic, and the wound immediately became bloody.

"Ugh..."

Ye He, who was piloting the ship, suddenly let out a painful whimper and covered her right ear tightly with her hand.

Hot blood flowed from her fingertips, drop by drop, onto the deck.

But she gritted her teeth and endured the intense pain, immediately turning the steering wheel and slamming on the accelerator. The patrol boat, which had been hit by gunfire, changed direction in the water and rushed towards the dock.

Deshka and Mogo, who were also on the ship, were not idle either. They quickly took the shields placed on both sides of the patrol boat and used them as shields to block the three wounded plant warriors.

The drone's mouth suddenly opened, and a beam of blazing laser shot out, piercing through the hard barrier and penetrating Deshka's shoulder.

However, he only let out a muffled groan, keeping his arms straight and not moving the barrier.

While the attention of the plant warriors was drawn away by the drones, almost no one noticed that a squad of Imperial soldiers had successfully infiltrated the backyard battlefield, blending into the horde of zombies.

Without the slightest hesitation, they raised their automatic assault rifles, aimed at the plant warriors not far away, and pulled the triggers.

The cold bullets flew past, and the first to be shot were none other than Christine and Philian, who were considered more vulnerable by the Imperial soldiers.

Kristin was alright; she had Euphemia protecting her.

Sensing the murderous intent emanating from the horde of corpses, Euphemia immediately manipulated the vines to protect herself, blocking the bullets aimed at Christine.

Kefeilian's situation was far from optimistic; the bullet easily tore through her hazmat suit and accurately hit her vulnerable abdomen.

Felix groaned as a sharp pain shot through her body. She staggered back a few steps before collapsing to her knees.

Even though she was seriously injured, Philian did not forget to protect Ivy beside her.

She pulled her younger sister to her side, shielding her behind her, and then used her own body to block several bullets.

As Ivy cried out in terror, Philian's consciousness grew increasingly blurred.

She stared intently at the horde of corpses in the distance, but her grip on the spray gun gradually loosened.