In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

"Is this the address Dr. Angela gave you? It looks quite desolate."

In a corner of the shack area, two shooters were holding double-barreled shotguns, guarding Mo Chen, looking around.

"Yes, it should be here. We didn't find the wrong place."

Mo Chen only took Owen with him this time, while Rosemary and Ai Xi stayed in the tavern to protect Angela and Li.

Looking at the dilapidated shack in front of me, it is hard to imagine that there is actually a plant spirit living here, and it is a spirit plant warrior from the Occupied War Garden.

He looked at the piece of paper with the address in his hand, and compared it with the number of the shack. It was indeed the same place.

Mo Chen hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and knocked gently on the door of the shack.

A cold, deep male voice sounded from behind the door, his voice was very hoarse and vicissitudes of life.

"Who?"

"We were introduced by Dr. Angela. Can we talk to you for a while?"

Mo Chen naturally reported Angela's name to see if the other party would buy it.

Hearing Angela's name, the person inside the door hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to open the door: "Come in."

It was very dark inside the shack, or the environment in the shack area was always like this.

The power system in the gathering place will not be provided for these lowly refugees and wanderers, and there will naturally be no lights installed on the dome here.

In addition, the shack is made of various waste materials, making the space very small, further compressing the light.

However, Mo Chen's eyes were not dim for long. A weak candlelight lit up, illuminating the small shack.

The person holding the candle was a man with yellow-green hair, who looked about thirty or forty years old. Time had left indelible traces on his body.

There was a hint of sharp edge in the black eyes.

The gray clothes on his body turned out to be a military uniform upon closer inspection, covered with patches and dried blood.

The exposed skin was covered with ferocious scars, exuding a faint murderous aura.

It can be seen that this veteran has definitely been on the battlefield and fought against the undead head-on.

Mo Chen looked around at the environment in the shack. A barely intact wooden board was placed in the corner of the shack, serving as a bed.

Under the wooden planks, there are several old benches supported.

In another corner of the shack is a stove made of earth, with a rusty iron pot placed on it.

The folding table, which looked like it had been bought from the market, was one of the rare pieces of furniture in the shack, and it was pressed tightly against the wall of the shack.

Chun Zhu pulled out three benches from under the wooden bed, pushed two of them in front of Mo Chen and Irving, and sat on the last bench.

There is a dark stone on the ground, I don't know what it is for.

The sonorous sound of a knife being drawn sounded, and he slowly pulled out a machete that shone with cold light.

Owen was startled and immediately wanted to stand up and block Mo Chen.

But Mo Chen stopped his action and pointed to the bamboo shoots on the stone on the ground where he placed the machete.

The sound of sharpening a knife sounded, and it seemed that the other party did not have any malicious intent.

While sharpening her machete, Chun Bamboo said slowly: "What's the matter with you guys looking for me?"

"Well...that's it. Let me introduce myself first."

Mo Chen gave the two-shot shooter a reassuring look, and then said:

"I, Mo Chen, am the owner of War Garden No. 59, War Zone 5905."

Knowing that the young man in front of him was from War Garden or a War Garden homeowner, Chun Bamboo sharpened his knife a little slower.

"I came to the gathering place to recruit some suitable wanderers to enhance the strength of the War Garden."

Chunsun asked: "Since we are recruiting suitable wanderers, why did you come to me? I'm just an ordinary wanderer."

Mo Chen replied very sincerely: "It was recommended by Dr. Angela. She said you are a trustworthy spiritual warrior."

"Doctor Angela..."

Chun Bamboo stopped sharpening the knife and looked at Mo Chen with her black eyes: "Just because that little girl from Sunshine Mushroom thinks I'm trustworthy? That's why you're here?"

Mo Chen nodded: "That's right."

"You and this dual-shooter's spiritual power are only at the second level, so you're not afraid that I'll stab you directly?"

Chun Bamboo weighed the sharp machete in her hand and asked again.

"I believe you are not this kind of person, Mr. Chun Bamboo. This is why I did not choose to come with a shovel."

Mo Chen remained calm in the face of danger. Even though the bright machete was right in front of him, his expression did not change and there was no fear in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't scare the other party, Chunsun also put down his machete and continued to sharpen it.

"Mr. Chun Bamboo, I promise you that if you are willing to join War Garden No. 5905, I will help you re-register to join the federal army.

At the same time, we will pay you the world points equivalent to recruiting a Spring Bamboo Planting Warrior as a token of sincerity.

In addition, you can enjoy the same benefits as other spiritual plant warriors, and No. 5905 War Garden treats everyone equally. "

Seeing the olive branch thrown to her by Mo Chen, Chun Bamboo did not accept it immediately.

"The terms you offered are very generous, but I refuse."

Chun Bamboo glanced at Mo Chen, and then said: "I'm tired of war and don't want to participate in it anymore."

He is a veteran who devoted all his youth to the war zone at his feet.

He was joyful when he swung his weapon for the first time and chopped off the enemy's head.

But after waving the weapon again and again, heads fell to the ground one after another. The original joy had long since disappeared, replaced by numbness.

There were too many killed, and a pair of hands were already covered in blood.

He was confused, really confused.

Until his former comrades left in front of him and the war garden where he served was attacked by the undead, he was still confused.

After desperately trying to protect a few civilians from escaping, they arrived at this gathering place.

He chose to escape and bury himself in this small gathering place for homeless people.

"I understand your thinking, Mr. Spring Bamboo Shoots."

Mo Chen had obviously considered this, but his next words were extremely aggressive:

"You're just a coward trying to escape the war, am I right?"

As soon as Mo Chen finished speaking, the next moment, a pair of cold and sharp eyes focused on him: "What do you mean?"

Chun Bamboo picked up the machete almost instantly, and the sharp blade was pointed at Mo Chen's neck.

When the double-shooter on the side saw this, he immediately picked up the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and aimed at the spring bamboo shoots.

But just as he was about to do so, Mo Chen shook his head at Owen, and then continued:

"I'm telling the truth, Mr. Chunsun, I recognize your bravery as a veteran and your aversion to war.

But have you really thought about it? This war is not something you can count on just because you say it doesn’t count. Of course, it’s not me either. I don’t have that much ability.

If you don't participate in the war, the war will come to you on its own. No matter how you try to escape, it will be useless.

This is War Zone 59. The situation in War Zone 59 can be described as changing.

War Base No. 59 sent out army groups one after another and captured one war garden after another.

You know, even a war garden can't resist the Empire's army, let alone this gathering place composed of refugees and wanderers?

In my opinion, it is better for a spiritual warrior to be glorious on the battlefield than to be moldy and rotting in a dark corner underground in obscurity. What do you think? "

Chun Bamboo remained silent, slowly retracted his machete, and coldly snorted: "A clumsy provocation method."

"But it works, doesn't it?"

Mo Chen's face was filled with a smile. He knew that the other party had listened to everything he said.

"You are right, dying in the light is like dying in the dark."

Chun Bamboo murmured to himself, and raised his machete. The blade was level with his own eyes. There was a new look in his eyes again.

"I don't want your sincerity either. Let me kill a few more undead and avenge my former comrades. That's enough."

Mo Chen stretched out his hand towards the other party: "Welcome to join."

"Zhao Tong, Level 5951 Spring Bamboo Shoots, former veteran of War Garden No. , now, my command is handed over to you, the owner of the house."

Chunsun named Zhao Tong carried his machete on his back, and his scarred hands were held together with Mo Chen's.