I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

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The night is dark.

Tonight, Huang Aotian's company doesn't have to keep watch.

After the battle ended, he dragged his exhausted body back to his dormitory.

This was one of his rare moments of relaxation.

Although it was just a cramped tin shack, it was his rare haven.

Pushing open the door, the dormitory was filled with a humid and stuffy atmosphere.

The other three people in the room were sitting on the edge of the bed, chatting.

These three were Huang Aotian's roommates whom he met after arriving at the front lines, and they were also players who had arrived in this world earlier than him.

As fellow humans from another world, Huang Aotian quickly became one of them.

"Aotian, why are you only just getting back?"

A tall, thin young man grinned and asked.

"There are a lot of zombies reading newspapers in our guard area, so we haven't had a chance to hand over the duties until now."

Huang Aotian took off his soaking wet coat and casually replied.

"Try the cherries, I guarantee you'll love them."

A fat man pointed to a small bowl on the table, "Each company commander's dormitory got a portion of these bursting cherries. One bite and you'll be in heaven."

Huang Aotian glanced at the cherries in the bowl and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The fruits were bright red, a size larger than ordinary cherries, and more like plums.

"Won't it explode in my stomach if I eat it?"

Huang Aotian was skeptical, but he reached out and picked up a piece.

The fruit felt slightly cool to the touch. With a gentle press, I could feel a subtle pulse on my fingertips, as if the cherry was rebelling.

"Eat up, eat up. If the three of us eat, you won't be able to say a word."

Huang Aotian looked at the bright red, bursting cherry in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it in his mouth.

The flesh is soft and juicy.

As soon as you bite into the thin peel, a burst of scorching heat bursts out from between your teeth.

The next instant, the cherry seemed to explode in my mouth.

An indescribable, intense sensation swept through my mouth, and the fine juices instantly expanded, crashing against my tongue and palate like a raging torrent.

Huang Aotian's cheeks suddenly puffed up, round and plump, like a squirrel with its cheeks stuffed full of pine cones.

His juices gushed out, he pressed his lips together, a muffled gurgling sound came from his throat, and his face turned bright red.

His mouth felt like it was locked onto by a barrage of bombs, with countless cherry bombs exploding inside at the same time.

Sour, sweet, and spicy – ​​three extreme flavors explode simultaneously.

"Woo..."

He covered his mouth, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but his cheeks were too full, so he could only swallow a mouthful of mixed juice.

The intense aftertaste surged down my throat, like swallowing a burning flame, or drinking the strongest liquor, making me dizzy.

The fat man laughed so hard that tears almost came out when he saw Huang Aotian's disheveled and comical appearance.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Huang Aotian swallowed the last bit of juice with difficulty, wiped his mouth, took a deep breath, and didn't care about his image.

"Cool."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out, picked up another one, and swallowed it in one gulp.

While eating cherries, the group started chatting again.

"Speaking of which, have you heard about the recent attacks on some company units?"

The tall, thin young man suddenly lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.

With his mouth stuffed full, Huang Aotian asked indistinctly, "Zombie attack? What's there to say?"

The fat man chuckled and leaned against the wall: "This time they're not zombies, they're humans."

"Humanity?"

Huang Aotian sat up slightly, swallowed a cherry, and asked, "Why are humans attacking the army? Has someone finally rebelled?"

"Shh!"

The guy sitting by the door quickly closed the half-closed door and gestured for Huang Aotian to be quiet.

"Don't talk nonsense! Have you forgotten what happened to those guys?"

The fat man licked his lips and then said to Huang Aotian, "It wasn't done by the Ascended Ones. I heard it was done by a local organization called the 'Corpse Cult'."

"The Corpse Cult?"

Huang Aotian repeated it, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, "What is this thing?"

"A crazy organization."

The tall, thin young man began to explain.

He came into this world ten years ago, making him the one who has been here the longest among them.

"This 'zombie cult' has been lurking among humans, spreading the nonsense of 'being proud to be a zombie,' and even saying that all humans should be transformed into zombies."

"crazy."

Huang Aotian scoffed, his tone laced with disdain, "But if they've become zombies, how can they still infiltrate among humans?"

"I heard they were partially zombified."

The fat man lowered his voice, his expression strange, "It means that some parts of the body turn into zombies, while the rest of the body still retains a human appearance."

"Moreover, it's highly likely that they attacked the army."

"The other person said in a low voice."

“The rear troops were attacked a few days ago. The Corpse Cult members managed to sneak into the military camp without anyone noticing and killed several company commanders.”

"Infiltrated the military camp? How did they manage that?"

"There are no official reports; these are all rumors I've heard."

"Hey, do you guys think we might get attacked too...?"

"That's unlikely, this is the place with the strongest firepower."

Just as the group was chatting, a piercing alarm suddenly ripped through the night sky.

"alarm!"

The fat man jumped to his feet, his voice filled with panic, "Something's happened!"

The group quickly grabbed their equipment, dressed, and organized their plant cards.

Huang Aotian rushed out of the room, his gaze instantly sharpening.

"What's going on?" he grabbed an ordinary soldier running past and asked in a cold voice.

"rear."

The tall, thin young man said breathlessly, "There's an enemy attack from behind!"

Huang Aotian's pupils contracted. The enemy attack from behind couldn't possibly be zombies; it was most likely the 'Corpse Cult' they had just mentioned.

The other three were also completely dumbfounded when they heard this.

"No way... I just said it offhand, how did it come true?"

The alarms at the rear continued to sound, but at the same time, urgent battle reports came from the front.

"The zombie offensive has intensified!"

A messenger rushed over, looking flustered. "Go to the front lines immediately to provide support!"

Huang Aotian gritted his teeth, glanced at the raging fire behind him, and then looked at the messenger.

"Let's go! To the front lines."

He quickly gathered his company members, grabbed their equipment, and rushed towards the front line.

The smoke of battle and the bloodshed behind the lines weighed heavily on everyone's nerves.

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