In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

"Comrade Wu Feihong, have you contacted Manor No. 5942 now?"

Just as he had gotten rid of the tedious manor affairs, the sudden urgent news forced the political commissar to pick up the phone.

Although the rainy night attack launched by Imperial forces has basically come to an end, one elite homeowner and his estate have lost contact with their allies.

The political commissar acted decisively and assigned an elite homeowner who was closest to Manor No. 5942 to lead a team to investigate the situation.

While trying to learn the reason why Manor No. 5942 lost contact, be on guard against possible imperial forces with ulterior motives.

"Sorry, Commissar, we're still trying."

In a temporary base in an abandoned city, the main force of the Spark Guerrillas, led by the elite homeowner Wu Feihong, is temporarily stationed here.

This temporary base is not too far from Manor No. 5942 and is located in the abandoned city area developed by the latter.

While operating his portable terminal, Wu Feihong maintained communication with the political commissar in Manor No. 5976:

"The reason why Manor 5942 lost contact is most likely because the Imperial forces deployed many signal jammers around the manor."

"Wait, so Rhea and his Manor 5942 are also the targets of the Empire's rainy night attack?"

After hearing what Wu Feihong said, the political commissar couldn't help but frown.

"That's the only explanation that can account for the current situation, Commissar."

“An elite homeowner...”

Just as the political commissar was thinking about countermeasures, gunshots suddenly rang out in the background from Wu Feihong's end.

"what's the situation?"

"Political Commissar, this is a zombie tidal wave made up of low-level zombies, and there are also imperial troops mixed in. The guerrilla vanguard is exchanging fire with them!"

Wu Feihong hung up the call in a hurry, leaving only a series of busy tones in the political commissar's ears.

"Oh, I'm really afraid that I will die from overwork one day."

The political commissar rubbed his head depressedly, made himself a cup of new tea, took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

It has been confirmed that the loss of contact with Manor No. 5942 was caused by the imperial forces.

According to reports from several homeowners who successfully resisted the rainy night attack, the large force dispatched by Fortress No. 59 to participate in the rainy night attack has been withdrawn.

But at this moment, there is still no relevant information on the troop movements of three army groups.

The last piece of intelligence that revealed their whereabouts showed that the three armies had the same target, a war estate in the war zone.

Considering the current situation of Manor No. 5942, the political commissar was convinced that their target was precisely this manor ruled by an elite owner.

"Three armies means three imperial commanders dispatched at the same time."

Taking a sip of tea thoughtfully, the political commissar finalized his conclusion: "They want to use the fall of an elite manor to declare the final victory of this rainy night attack to belong to the Empire."

After a moment's silence, he picked up the phone on the desk again.

Since one elite homeowner is too late to rescue, wouldn’t it be better to have a few more?

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"Rush to support Manor No. 5942? Got it, Political Commissar. I will lead the Red Ship Guerrillas to the destination immediately!"

As a member of the World Communist Party, Wen Cangmang of Manor No. 5921 received instructions from the political commissar and immediately assembled a team and prepared to set off.

"Okay, Mr. Li, I'll notify Aying to come over."

Luo Zhen, who stayed behind at Manor No. 5969, responded gently. After ending the communication, he immediately sent the message to Luo Ying, who was leading the team out for exploration.

After contacting two elite homeowners, the political commissar was still a little worried.

After thinking it over again, he picked up the phone again and called a veteran homeowner who was still at the back:

"That's it anyway, Vandrick. I'll have to trouble you to make the trip just in case."

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In a building in an abandoned city, two manor teams that went out to explore the abandoned city chose to rest here.

On one side was the exploration team from Manor No. 5969. There were so many of them that they occupied at least half of the rooms.

Luo Ying hugged her naginata tightly and knelt obediently on the cushion that Xiao Qian had specially prepared for her.

Xiao Qian, on the other hand, was feeding her owner with various desserts and drinks, while she was looking at the other team in the room inconspicuously.

Not to mention the several taciturn plant spirit warriors in white cloaks, it was the combination of the homeowner and the shovel android that attracted Xiao Qian's attention more.

Due to his huge size, the shovel-wearing rusty helmeted android had to half-kneel on the ground, standing with a halberd in his hand.

As for the young homeowner who wrapped herself in a tattered cloak, she sat quietly under the shadow of her own shovel android.

When you keep silent, you can make others feel a sense of indifference that keeps them at a distance.

After the two teams met, no conflict occurred.

At Xiao Qian's active invitation, the two sides came to this building together and planned to rest for a while.

"Oh my, I finally met a house owner in the abandoned city, but he is such an unapproachable person."

Xiao Qian sighed helplessly, thinking about how to exchange information with the other party through communication.

After all, the one who went out this time was not the sociable Luo Zhen, but the taciturn Luo Ying.

In Luo Zhen's absence, Xiao Qian must act as Luo Ying's external brain to ensure that the owner of her home does not cause her any trouble.

After opening a bottle of milk for Luo Ying who was eating heartily beside him, Xiao Qian began to ponder how to communicate with the young female owner of the house who looked very cold.

It was this momentary negligence that gave Luo Ying the opportunity to take advantage of.

It was not until a plant spirit warrior with an embarrassed look on his face cautiously pushed Xiao Qian that the latter realized that the owner of the house had disappeared from his sight.

Luo Ying appeared in front of the young girl who owned the house at some point, biting a mochi in her mouth while handing her a string of tri-color dumplings.

That sincere look seemed to be asking: "Do you want to eat?"

The owner of Manor No. 5915, Miss Moxue, whose online name is "Frost Scar Winter Star", finally blinked.

She looked Luo Ying up and down, and finally her eyes stopped on the string of tri-colored meatballs in Luo Ying's hand.

In the modern world, desserts from Wafukyo are always famous for their unique flavor and exquisite workmanship.

As a native of Kyoto, Luo Zhen is naturally good at making desserts.

Take the string of tri-color dumplings in Luo Ying's hand for example. To exaggerate a little, the charming fragrance alone is enough to make low-level zombies turn their claws against their own kind.

How could Miss Moxue, who came from the poor snowfield, have ever seen such sweet food?

She just stared at the tri-colored dumpling in front of her, then turned her gaze to the shovel-shaped android beside her, with a barely perceptible desire in her eyes.

The tall man remained silent, but nodded slightly to Moxue.

After getting permission, Mo Xue finally felt relieved and took the string of tri-color dumplings from Luo Ying's hand.

The relationship between the two teams also became much more harmonious through the friendly exchanges between the two homeowners.

Xiao Qian, who was standing by, finally breathed a sigh of relief, being glad that her homeowner did not have an unnecessary conflict with the other party.

But a piece of news from Luo Zhen broke this short-lived peace.

After receiving the message from her sister, Luo Ying immediately picked up the naginata. Xiao Qian also called on her own plant spirit warriors to stop resting and prepare to set out to Manor No. 5942 for rescue.

Just as they were about to leave, Mo Xue, who had never made a sound, suddenly spoke and called out to the people from Manor No. 5969 who were about to leave:

"Do you...need help?"