In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 560 We Are Still Alive

"finished?"

Johnson gripped the fully charged kinetic hammer tightly in his hand and asked nervously.

"I don't know."

Gregory shook his head, picked up the tower shield that had been standing on the lawn, and remained highly vigilant.

Outside the Nut Defense Line, even the slightest disturbance could send several Plant Spirit Warriors into a panic, almost jumping on the spot.

"Should I go take a look?"

Waiting like this isn't a solution, Dell offered his suggestion.

"Alright, be careful."

Johnson nodded, and at the same time made a gesture to Odin, who was preparing on the high platform, as if requesting instructions on behalf of him.

Odin, who also had some concerns, nodded and agreed to let Dale go and see what was going on.

As a tombstone moss plant spirit capable of concealing its presence, Dale can return immediately in case of any unforeseen circumstances, without being detected at first.

Dell concealed his presence, picked up the demolition tool, carefully climbed over the Nuts defenses, and headed towards the wall.

He walked into the hazy mist, and soon only a blurry silhouette remained.

Climbing the wall, Dale squinted and gazed into the distance.

Although the abandoned city is still shrouded in mist, it is noticeably quieter than before.

Even the low-level zombies that usually roamed around the War Courtyard were nowhere to be seen on the streets.

It's likely that when the enemy invaded the courtyard, they dragged them into the battle along with them.

The low-level zombies that entered the area were all eliminated, so it's understandable that they can't be seen around the courtyard.

Dale waited patiently on the wall for a while, and only after confirming several times that no low-level zombies had entered the backyard battlefield did he feel relieved enough to walk down the wall.

Seeing that Dale had given a signal from afar that everything was normal, the plant warriors lowered their guard.

Among them, the ones most eager to leave were Helen and the three machine gunners, Plant Spirits, from the machine gun company squad.

Blood relatives and comrades-in-arms with deep affection are still receiving treatment at the medical center, so their nerves, which have been on edge, cannot relax.

Odin didn't ask them to stay and clean up the battlefield, only leaving them with the instruction to go back and rest early.

Filled with anxiety about the future, he hurried toward the community tree.

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"Philyn? Philyn!"

Helen rushed into the medical center, unable to contain her anxiety, and immediately called out her second sister's name.

“Ms. Helen, please do not make loud noises in the medical center.”

Upon hearing her voice, a nurse who was on duty at the lobby reception desk quickly got up, walked briskly to Helen's side, and whispered words of comfort.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I was too...too excited. Philian, Ivy, do you know where they are?"

Helen raised her hand, forcefully wiping her tear-streaked face, and nervously asked the nurse in front of her.

She was so excited that she started to stutter a lot when she spoke.

While the timid Helen was still on duty in the front yard battlefield, news of her sister's injury suddenly arrived, and she almost fainted.

Fortunately, Helen received stress resistance training specifically for the Timid Mushroom Plant Spirit in the recruit training camp when she first joined the army; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to participate in the battle.

Only after the operation in the courtyard ended did Helen rush to the medical center, wanting to know what Felix's current condition was.

"Please come with me. Ms. Philian's surgery is still in progress, and Ms. Ivy is waiting outside the operating room."

“Okay… okay.”

Following the nurses to the operating room door, Helen immediately spotted Ivy sitting on a bench, patiently waiting for the surgery to end.

Because the temperature has been low recently, the nurses at the medical center even draped a blanket over the child, afraid that she would catch a cold.

"V...Vie!"

Seeing that Ivy was safe and sound, Helen rushed towards her and hugged her younger sister tightly.

"Sister Helen, you've come."

The arrival of her loved ones finally relieved Ivy of the heavy burden in her heart. Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice was choked with sobs.

The two plant warriors embraced tightly, as if only in this way could they dispel the worries and fears deep in their hearts.

Ivy could feel Helen, who was holding her, trembling slightly.

She could understand the emotions her timid third sister would feel upon learning that her second sister was seriously injured.

Like a little adult, Ivy didn't say anything, but gently patted Helen's back like a mother would.

With her younger sister's continued reassurance, Helen finally calmed down.

She swallowed hard, still somewhat nervously asking Ivy, "Vivian, how is Sister Lian doing now?"

"Sister Feilian is still in the operating room. Don't worry, Sister Helen, with Ms. Chaolu here, the surgery will definitely go smoothly."

Although Ivy was still very young, she was clearly much more determined than Helen.

"Okay...okay, I understand."

Helen nodded vigorously and sat on the bench with her younger sister, silently waiting for Philian's surgery to end.

Meanwhile, in a ward at the medical center, three elite plant spirits from the machine gun squad gathered around the bedside of one of their teammates.

"Dashka, does it still hurt?"

Looking at Deshka, who had changed into a hospital gown and was leaning against the headboard, Kalashnikov asked the first question.

"Hey, it's nothing serious, just a hole in my shoulder, nothing to worry about."

The carefree DShka grinned, even preparing to raise his injured arm to show off his muscles to his teammates.

"If you're injured, behave yourself and don't try to be a hero."

Maxim silently flicked DShka on the head, and the latter, feeling the pain, finally became much more obedient and stopped moving around.

"Yes, sir, Captain. Oh, by the way, what about those two machine gunners?"

Suddenly remembering something, DShka quickly asked his teammates.

"Fortunately, they were brought in in time and are out of danger. I never expected that the medical facilities in this courtyard would be so advanced, with that medical luminary personally overseeing the operation."

Mogo, who had been leaning against the window with his arms crossed, immediately spoke up when he heard Deshka's question, answering his teammate's doubts.

Kalashnikov nodded in agreement: "That's right. That's Lady Morning Dew, and the famous General Iron Arm. This courtyard is truly a place where hidden talents reside. No wonder Colonel Rosell let us stay here."

That girl... her name is Elazra, right? She's ridiculously strong.

Recalling the mission that a certain officer had given to his squad, Maxim, as the team leader, couldn't help but feel immense pressure.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and temporarily put the task out of his mind.

Looking at the three team members who were still chatting around him, Maxim couldn't help but cough lightly a few times to draw everyone's attention to himself.

“Dashka, and Mogo, you... well... well done.”

Maxim was referring to the incident where Dishka and Mogo bravely stepped forward to shield the two wounded machine gunners from the attack.

Standing on the high platform, Maxim had a panoramic view of the entire battlefield in the backyard, and naturally saw the heroic performance of the two team members.

Deshka chuckled as always: "Hehe, it's worth it to trade my arm for the lives of those two machine gunners."

"It's my duty, Captain."

Mogo remained calm, accepting Maxim's praise with a clear conscience.

"It's not a compliment, but never mind, just take it as a compliment."

Maxim wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed and said, "It's good that you came back alive."

Kalashnikov echoed this sentiment: "Yes, we are still alive."

A strange sadness spread, but it also made their camaraderie even stronger.