In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

There is a huge monument erected in the community of 5976 War Gardens.

It was made of snow-white marble, with a series of words engraved in gilded regular script:

"Heroes live forever."

This monument is like a giant, standing in the center of the 5976 War Garden community.

Any plant spirit passing by the monument will involuntarily slow down, for fear of disturbing the heroic spirits sleeping here.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the snow-white monument. Not far away, a bright red flag fluttered in the wind.

The political commissar rarely took off his military coat and put on a simple uniform. The red scarf on the sleeve of his right arm was still very bright.

It's like being dyed red by the blood of heroic spirits, and the color will never fade away.

The tall gray-haired young man with a handsome face stood quietly behind the political commissar without making a sound.

The serious expression seemed unsmiling, but in fact, there was a trace of lingering sadness in those red eyes.

Corn Cannon Rockatus, who has returned to War Garden No. 5976, is also here, with a snow-white paper flower pinned to the chest of his military uniform.

He walked forward gently, came to the foot of the tall monument, gently put down the white ceramic jar, and slowly retreated behind the political commissar.

The spiritual warriors of War Garden No. 5976 have spontaneously gathered at the monument, rushing to bid farewell to their comrades for the last time.

Similarly, many spirit-planting civilians also gathered here. Their faces were either sad or distressed, but no one wanted to leave here.

The silver-haired and green-eyed Lady Wisdom Tree slowly stepped forward and placed a bouquet of dew-stained daisies beside the ceramic jar.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and seemed to want to say something, but it seemed to be stuck in her throat.

The political commissar took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand, palm flat, palm facing inward, level with his eyebrows.

He gave a solemn salute to the sacrificed Eggplant Pigeon.

The tool androids and the spirit-planting warriors also saluted their fallen comrades, while the spirit-planting civilians lowered their heads silently, unable to bear to look at the scene in front of them.

A moment of peace, a lasting silence.

The political commissar slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, where there seemed to be a snow-white homing pigeon flapping its wings and flying towards the blue sky.

He took a deep breath, followed by a long silence.

The crowd gradually dispersed. They still had work to complete and could not stop.

Those who sacrificed have left, and those who survive cannot stand still.

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"Political Commissar, it's time for the meeting."

The guard's just-in-time reminder brought the political commissar back to his senses.

He nodded, took the tablet handed by the guard, and entered a conference room.

In the conference room, two familiar house owners had already entered in advance. When they saw the calm-looking political commissar, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not wallow in sadness, which is a great quality in a leader.

"Commissioner, you are here."

"Long time no see, sir."

A rough voice and a slightly green voice intertwined, one after another, ringing in the ears of the political commissar.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Alexey, Bobosha. You can relax a little here. Those participating in the meeting today are all members of the organization."

Looking at the two homeowners in front of him, the political commissar replied to them in a gentle voice.

"Counting the time, it's time for them to come in."

After a while, two more house owners entered the conference room.

The owner of the house who came first was a handsome young man with a plump face and sharp edges.

A pair of black pupils are piercing, like the rising sun, full of vitality.

The subsequent owner wore a straw hat, had an old look, and thick calluses could be seen everywhere on his fingers.

His face was ordinary, his clothes were simple, but his eyes were very sharp.

The former is Akafunune, the owner of War Garden No. 5921, and the latter is Sparks of Fire, the owner of War Garden No. 5949. They are both capable men in the organization.

"It's a great honor to meet you all."

The leader, Akabu, stepped forward and shook hands with the three homeowners who arrived first.

"Long time no see, I miss you very much."

Starfire greeted Vodka Ulla and the political commissar, and then set his sights on Long Live the Alliance.

"This new face...is he the new junior?"

Long Live the Alliance stood up excitedly: "Yes, I am from the Vodgograd region. Nice to meet you, senior."

"Young comrade, do your best, I'm optimistic about you."

Liaoyuan Xinghuo smiled amiably, stretched out his hand that was not holding the cigarette and patted the other party's shoulder.

"Ah."

The young Alliance Long Live nodded excitedly, it was a great honor to be recognized by the old comrades.

Vodka Ulla looked around: "Is everyone here?"

"There's still one person left, maybe there's something wrong, oh, he's here."

As soon as the political commissar finished speaking, the last house owner entered the conference room.

"Sorry, some things have been delayed for a while, please forgive me."

The scholar with short hair and a long gown entered the conference room and greeted several house owners.

Although his face looked a little haggard, he looked extremely energetic.

The visitor is the owner of War Garden No. 5936, with the user name "Studying medicine can't save the federal people."

"Now that we are all here, I declare that the meeting will now begin."

Everyone had arrived, and the political commissar didn't waste any time and got straight to the point.

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“What were the economic results of the War Gardens?”

"It's going very smoothly, everything is going on in an orderly manner."

"War Garden No. 5927 chooses to fully develop heavy industry, which may require the cooperation of other comrades."

"No problem. The current focus of my War Garden No. 5949 is the combination of agriculture and light industry. I can help at any time."

"How is the education of the spiritual warriors progressing?"

"We must severely crack down on warlordism and focus on educating those soldiers who have performed poorly in the federal army."

"I agree, the political awareness of the team also needs to be improved."

"Some spiritual warriors are illiterate, and this problem also needs to be solved."

"Education and basic education must also be improved. If the federal government cannot do it, let us, the Communist Party of China, do it!"

"Second, education is equally important and must not be left behind."

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There was an endless discussion in the conference room, and the four old comrades actively participated in the discussion.

The political commissar is responsible for asking questions and summarizing, and the new comrade Long Live the Alliance is also working hard to learn and accumulate experience.

"By the way, what about the placement of the children rescued from the gathering place?"

"Don't worry, the political commissar, we will provide physical medical treatment and psychological counseling as soon as possible so that these babies can stay smoothly, but..."

"Just what? If you have any problems, just raise them, and all comrades will work together to find a solution."

The political commissar asked pleasantly, and several people on the side nodded vigorously.

The leader Akafune scratched his head and said: "The material consumption is a bit large, and the manpower is also a bit short..."

"Let us solve the material problem."

"I will send a medical team to support."

"Leave the escort to me."

"If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. I am also a comrade of the organization."

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Just like this, weak fires were planted in one war zone after another, waiting for the opportunity.

Until the future, a huge red storm will sweep across the entire modern world, bringing a new dawn.