In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Several off-road jeeps carrying the Heavy Edge mercenaries led the way, followed by a large convoy heading towards Courtyard 5905.

The immense life force emanating from the convoy was undoubtedly the most delicious treat for the low-level zombies in the ruined city, bar none.

As expected, less than ten minutes after the convoy set off, the distinctive roars of low-level zombies echoed from all directions.

It was unpleasant to hear, jarring, and without exception, they were all muttering about brains.

Many low-level zombies left their hiding place and joined the grayish-blue sea of ​​corpses, surging towards the convoy.

"A horde of corpses has been detected approaching; their numbers are enormous and difficult to observe!"

The guards on the first mining truck platform were the first to issue a warning, while at the same time, the Heavy Edge mercenaries who were clearing the way encountered a large group of low-level zombies.

"Old Ye!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Glaus called out the name of his most trusted comrade.

"learn!"

Without any hesitation, Feng Ye drew his long sword instantly, and the next second, he swung the blade.

A flash of golden light streaked across the sky, and several roadblock zombies that were about to pounce on the jeep were sliced ​​into evenly sized pieces of meat.

After raising his hand in a slashing motion, he immediately followed up with a sweeping motion, cutting dozens of ordinary zombies in half at the waist.

"Secret Sword: Moon in the Water!"

A crimson phantom shaped by plant spiritual energy suddenly appeared, wielding a long sword identical to the original's.

The blade was wreathed in a deadly, chilling light, as if it had shattered the entire space, turning it into flowing mirrors.

Golden and crimson streaks slashed out one after another, intertwining and crisscrossing, leaving only lingering afterimages in the naked eye.

Feng Ye, along with his illusory image, weaved through the horde of corpses attacking the convoy.

The illusory image's blade arrived first, followed by Feng Ye's blade.

With a double-edged slash, both the helmet of the barricade zombie and the flesh of the ordinary zombie were easily torn to shreds.

After a fierce exchange of swords and spears, all the enemies fell, yet the blades remained unstained by blood.

Several barrel zombies suddenly pounced out from the horde of zombies, their target being Feng Ye, who was preparing to sheath his sword.

They had a clear target and locked onto Feng Ye, thus ignoring the illusory image beside him.

Little did they know, this was tantamount to sentencing themselves to death.

"Secret Sword: Twin Moon Reflections!"

Feng Ye's eyes narrowed, and he instantly stopped wielding his long sword, channeling his plant spiritual energy into the blade.

He pushed off with his feet and used the reaction force to leap into the air.

Feng Ye's illusory image synchronized with the movements of his real body. Their gazes met in mid-air, and then they simultaneously slashed at the barrel zombies between them.

The golden and crimson blade lights converged in the air, forming a huge X-shaped slash.

The slash struck the ground like a meteor, completely shattering those audacious barrel zombies.

With a loud bang, the sturdy iron bucket helmet was swiftly and cleanly destroyed, and metal fragments flew everywhere.

As for the lower-level zombies' bodies, they were reduced to dust by the enormous impact, turning into clouds of blood mist before they could even scream.

The moment he landed, the illusory image that had exhausted the plant's spiritual energy disappeared, and Feng Ye's face paled slightly, his breathing becoming more rapid.

But he still had energy left and was temporarily unharmed. His eyes remained sharp, and in a few quick steps, he returned to the jeep he was riding in.

"Grayus, it's your turn."

Before closing his eyes and beginning to regulate his breathing, Feng Ye casually gave a reminder.

"Don't worry, let these low-level zombies see the power that Commander Chongfeng is most proud of!"

Glaus burst into laughter, swinging the massive, unsharpened iron block in his hand.

With a slash of the greatsword, a group of enemies who rushed forward were instantly knocked away.

With another swing of his greatsword, he smashed a stubborn roadblock zombie into a bloody pulp. The leader fought with increasing ferocity, carving a path through the horde of zombies.

"You bunch of scum, get out of my way!"

Glaius channeled his plant spirit power, continuously unleashing his second-day special move, "Sweeping Strike."

After acquiring this chosen skill, the user can consume their own plant spirit power to replace their next melee attack with a follow-up slash.

When the Slash hits an enemy, it will deal additional damage to other enemies around the target.

Without a doubt, Slash is a skill perfectly suited for warriors, especially for a warrior tank like Glaius, who is greatly enhanced by it.

Each swing of his greatsword was accompanied by a dull cracking sound. Glaius's attacks were wide and sweeping, crushing all enemies in his path.

Although Glaus's absolute power was not as dazzling and elegant as Feng Ye's sword light, it gave people a sense of overwhelming pressure.

Another heavy slash smashed an iron gate zombie into a pulp. Graeus seized the opportunity and unleashed his third chosen skill, "Intimidating Roar".

After acquiring this chosen skill, the user can consume their own plant spirit power to unleash a loud roar that can intimidate others.

Enemy units that are intimidated will be weakened, with their defense reduced by 75% for one minute.

The surrounding enemies were intimidated by the roar and instinctively hesitated for a moment.

Glaius channeled his plant-based spiritual energy into his greatsword, then swung it horizontally like a cannonball into the depths of the horde of corpses, creating a vacuum zone.

"Brilliant! Commander, you're awesome!"

Seeing their leader display his might, the morale of the Heavy Edge mercenaries soared, and they erupted in cheers.

The plant warriors and guards responsible for protecting the convoy were also busy, firing their guns to support the battlefield.

Taking advantage of this precious gap, the captains led their respective subordinates to join the battle.

Steel Fist led a group of heavy-armored mercenaries who used melee weapons off the Hummer and, like wolves among sheep, began to clear out the remaining survivors at the edges.

The wall plaster firmly erected a tower shield, providing continuous fire support for several heavy-armed mercenaries who were fighting with firearms.

With spearheads wielding their long spears, they led the weed spirits into a formidable spear formation, repelling the enemies who tried to approach the convoy.

He loaded three new rounds into his shotgun with the spent cartridge case, aimed at the horde of corpses, and pulled the trigger.

But if you were to ask who is the most radical and crazy among the five captains, it would have to be Nono, the team doctor who serves as the third captain.

With a light tap of her fingertip, Nono unleashed a dazzling golden light. The intense sunlight pulse was incredibly fast, instantly piercing the head of an ordinary zombie.

The tactical knife in his hand precisely sliced ​​through the throats of low-level zombies, not like killing, but like performing a delicate surgery.

However, Nono completely abandoned her defenses, allowing the enemy's claws to tear through her skin and leave terrifying, deep wounds that exposed bone.

Blood dripped down, staining her tactical uniform red. The glaring color did not deter the enemies; instead, it aroused the ferocity of the low-level zombies around her.

"Nono!"

Glaius's voice came from afar, ringing in Nono's ears.

But the latter remained oblivious, mechanically aiming at the enemy in front of him and repeatedly thrusting out the sharp tactical knife in his hand.

Black blood spurted out, splashing onto Nuonuo's face. The sticky and disgusting sensation made her drift into memories in a daze.

Those were long, thin, and sharp fingernails, and also a suffocating despair.

Her fingernails tore open her father's and mother's throats, and also left indelible marks on her own face.

The faintly aching scars revealed the other party's undisguised malice and mockery.

Torture the dead and toy with the living—this describes the wanted zombie known as the "Mind Bewitcher."

The hideous and ugly face reappeared in Nono's mind, making her movements slightly sluggish, and then she was bitten on the shoulder by an ordinary zombie.

"Hey, little medic from Chongfeng, this isn't the time for you to daydream!"

A nimble nine-section whip wrapped around Nono's waist, pulling her directly out of the encirclement of low-level zombies.

With a slightly puzzled look at Nono, whose condition was clearly off, Ulanlinqin suppressed her doubts for the time being, and with a backhand spin of the Six Harmonies Spear, swept away the enemies that approached her.

"Please don't die, little medic."

The "Refining the Sharpness and Washing the Edge" technique was unleashed, making the spearhead even sharper. Ulanlinqin whistled, picked up Nuonuo, and casually tossed her to Su Nuan in the bus.

"Sister Su Nuan, please keep an eye on her for me, thank you!"

The spiritual patterns at the corners of her eyes appeared. Ulanlinqin turned her head to look at the huge figure slowly walking towards her from afar, and felt her blood boiling.

"Giant zombie? Well then, you'll have to be treated to a proper meal. Try the Ulan family's Six-Harmony Spear!"