In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 673 The Artillery Position Ripped to the Ground

"Very good, that's it, crush them with overwhelming firepower."

Seeing the remarkable effect of the second wave of bombing, Fyodor couldn't help but grin.

Not counting the first shell, just one wave of bombardment caused the Imperial battalion, which was clearly the main force, to lose a large number of troops.

If another wave of the same bombardment were to come, they would probably be reduced to ashes.

Fyodor squinted his eyes excitedly, his mind already conjuring up the beautiful image of the enemy screaming in agony amidst the artillery fire.

"Lieutenant, relay my order: prepare for the next salvo. I want to wipe that entire block off the map of Abandoned City 59!"

Soon, the sixteen corn cannons in the artillery position were reloaded.

Fyodor was the first to pull the fuse of his cannon, firing a giant shell.

A swarm of corn-cannons roared in response, launching sixteen corn-cob shells into the sky in unison.

However, just as the giant shell split apart and the other shells were about to fall.

The sky was dyed with a dazzling gold.

But it was not light, nor was it an illusion; it was materialized zombie spirit power, countless golden sword shadows.

If the bombing by the Free Armed Forces was a torrential downpour, then this sea of ​​swords was a towering flood.

Whether it was shrapnel or artillery shells, they were all shredded to dust by countless slender yet solid sword shadows.

Damn it!

Fyodor clenched his fists tightly, watching helplessly as the bombardment was sliced ​​apart and disintegrated by the sword shadows.

The former Federation general was furious and completely oblivious to the Z mech that had suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Keep bombing! If once isn't enough, then do it again. I want to see how many waves they can withstand!"

Fyodor's hysterical roar rang in Tridmi's ears; it was the first time the latter had ever seen his general so out of control.

But the next moment, Fyodor seemed to realize something.

He suddenly looked up, channeling his plant-based spiritual energy into his eyes, his gaze piercing through the layers of smoke as he looked up into the sky.

A pink and white, colorful Imperial mech, exuding the innocence and childlike fun of a little girl, was quietly hovering directly above the artillery position.

Beneath that deceptively sweet paint job lies a chilling, suffocating killing intent.

Like a cannonball coated in sugar, dangerous and deadly.

[That's... a Z-Mech? How did it get here?]

Wait, this color scheme... it's not a mass-produced machine, but the exclusive vehicle for those elite pilots!

Fyodor's pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Having participated in the Second Garden War, Fyodor naturally had a very clear understanding of the Empire's Elite Squadron.

They pilot their own custom-designed mechs, dominating the battlefield.

One of the offensive mechs, codenamed "Fairy Tale," even achieved the remarkable feat of single-handedly destroying a full-strength Federation combined armored brigade without taking any damage.

As for why it was unharmed? The reason is simple: Fairy Tale didn't give the enemy a chance to get close at all. It directly consumed 80% of its own energy reserves and carried out a ten-minute "firepower bombardment" on that combined armored brigade.

According to the Federation's post-war analysis and assessment of this battle, Fairy Tale was equipped with an extremely terrifying armed firepower system.

It was not equipped with a conventional ammunition compartment, but instead carried a high-power miniature fusion reactor.

This system converts the mech's own energy into different types of weaponry based on the real-time combat situation, providing it to the pilot.

At this moment, no one understands better than Fyodor why the fairy tale has appeared here.

The enemy's objective was to destroy this makeshift artillery position, which consisted of themselves and sixteen corn cannons.

Compared to the infamous Z-type mech Fairy Tale, Fedor's proud "absolute firepower" is a joke.

In the fairy tale's view, his artillery positions were as fragile and vulnerable as sandcastles built by children.

"Depend on!"

Fyodor only had time to utter a curse before using his dimensional equipment to retract his cannon and then reaching out to pull Tridmila, who was still unaware of what was happening, behind him.

The golden plant spirit power was released by the former federal general, forming a solid protective barrier that enveloped the two of them.

As for his subordinates who were still in or near the artillery positions, he didn't have time to warn them.

The next second, a barrage of tactical cluster missiles left the Fairy Tale launch bay and rained down on the artillery positions below.

With the powerful auxiliary computing capabilities of the fairy tale, each missile precisely locked onto a target.

It could be a corn cannon, a rebel soldier from the Free Army, or that arrogant corn cannon plant spirit from just moments ago.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A corn cannon located in the center of the position was hit first and instantly turned into a burning fireball.

Amidst billowing smoke, sixteen corn cannons, each weighing over ten tons, were successively blown away and destroyed.

Thousands of explosions occurred in a single second.

The position was instantly engulfed by the dazzling flames, and the shockwave spread outward in a ring, tearing apart the rubble, soil, and even the unsuspecting rebel soldiers.

The defenses that Fedor had fought so hard to maintain were crumbling under the saturation of firepower, with ripples spreading across their surface as if they could shatter at any moment.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, and the metallic, sweet taste of blood spread through his mouth.

Fyodor gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood back. He could feel that every missile that fell and exploded was frantically consuming the plant spirit power in his body.

The other side was very "careful" towards him, and deliberately increased the number of missiles targeting him.

Nearly one-tenth of the missiles changed their trajectory after locking onto their original targets, trailing deadly flames as they relentlessly swooped down toward Fyodor.

That wasn't a simple bombing; it was a precise hunt with a humiliating intent.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Fyodor's eyes were bloodshot, making him appear somewhat deranged.

As the de facto ruler of the Free Armed Forces and a notorious major general who defected to the Union, he would never sit idly by and choose to bow down to the enemy.

Golden plant energy energies were added to the spear and sword that were suddenly drawn, and Fyodor let out a low growl from deep in his throat, like that of a wild beast.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, pulled the trigger, and used the propulsion generated by the bullet's explosion to unleash a sharp blade of energy that seemed to explode on its own.

The blade energy collided with an incoming missile, unleashing a violent roar.

More missiles were detonated by the blade energy, and the powerful impact shattered Fyodor's defenses, sending him and Tridmi flying.

"Cough cough..."

As he scrambled to his feet, leaning on his gun and sword, and spat out a mouthful of gruesome blood, Fyodor was truly in a sorry state.

His beret was gone, his military overcoat was torn into strips, and charred fragments of his combat uniform hung on his body.

He had hundreds of wounds all over his body, of varying sizes, and blood dripped down, staining the pitted ground red.