"The owner of the house has instructed us to continue pushing the front line forward. Reinforcements are on the way!"

On the streets of the abandoned city, the World Communist fighters from the Spark Guerrillas had been exchanging fire with the enemy for some time.

This part of the enemy is mainly composed of a huge number of zombies, and there are not even many low-level zombies carrying high-durability armor.

Even if there were regular troops mixed in, they were only dozens of imperial soldiers who were sent to guard the area around Manor No. 5942, and their strength was not that strong.

Compared with the world before Mo Chen traveled through, the "guerrillas" in the modern world are not "poor" at all.

Thanks to the fact that plant spirit summons can be placed anywhere and at any time, there is no shortage of large-scale firepower.

Take the Spark Guerrillas of Manor No. 5942 for example, there are dozens of Ash Plant Spirits alone.

Not to mention that many of the imperial soldiers who "turned from darkness to light" were once elite soldiers.

Each person is equipped with a submachine gun and a ZPG rocket launcher, and they are like walking artillery.

The World Communist Party’s superiors fully supported the decision of the political commissar and other cadres to develop guerrillas in the war zone.

The guerrillas are independent of the federal command system, are not subject to jurisdiction and are not easily interfered with, while also having strong autonomy.

This is the armed force of the World Communist Party itself, and is also one of their trump cards for launching the world revolution struggle in the future.

After all, a regime is established through the barrel of one's own gun.

During the continuous battle with the enemy, several zombie warriors who originally belonged to Fortress No. 59 noticed something unusual.

"The fighting style of those imperial troops on the opposite side seems somewhat familiar?"

A zombie warrior finished shooting, hid back in the bunker to change the magazine, and asked his comrade beside him.

"Do you think so too? That should be correct."

Another zombie warrior loaded a new bullet into his sniper rifle and shrugged as he aimed at his former colleague.

"As tough as iron, they will never retreat. Apart from the soldiers under the Dark Iron Commander, there is no one else."

The third zombie warrior sighed, then raised his ZPG rocket launcher and pulled the trigger at the tide of zombies charging towards them.

The rocket flew into the zombie swarm with a trail of smoke, blasting dozens of low-level zombies into ashes.

"An Tie... I remember he was the new generation imperial commander of Fortress No. 59, and he seemed to be a commoner?"

A plant spirit warrior nearby came over curiously and started talking to the zombie spirit warriors.

"Yes, the struggle between the civilian and aristocratic soldiers in Fortress No. 59 was still very fierce, at least it was like this before I left."

The zombie warrior who had recognized the enemy's origins nodded, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

After all, he was once a member of the civilian faction of soldiers who suffered discrimination in the past.

Today's empire still maintains prosperity and stability on the surface, but in reality it is not much better than the federation next door.

From top to bottom, the strict and insurmountable class order has long been completely solidified.

Those in power at the top treat the common people at the bottom like ants and playthings, and enjoy their privileges as they please.

Tough and highly repressive surveillance is everywhere, and every word and action must be cautious.

Freedom of speech and ideology has long been lost, and other "freedoms" are even more precarious.

Although joining the army can help one avoid many of the above troubles, the drawbacks of the military merit system have begun to emerge, and years of war and conflict have led to the people's miserable lives.

The supreme head of state seemed to be intent on delegating power, causing a number of princes and princesses to be trapped in the quagmire of power, unable to extricate themselves.

The empire's top leaders are no longer as united as they used to be. The gap between them is getting deeper and deeper, and will eventually lead to a complete break.

The various factions are fighting each other openly and secretly, and the complexity of the struggle is like the ball of wool that the cattail plant spirit loves. One wrong step will lead to eternal damnation.

This zombie warrior, who was once a soldier of the empire, gradually lost his way in the tide of this era, not knowing where the road ahead lies and where the future lies.

Fortunately, after becoming familiar with and understanding the ideas of the World Communist Party, he finally chose to embark on a new path.

After spending a little time recalling the past, the zombie warrior regrouped and continued to fight the attacking enemy.

The zombie hordes and imperial troops that came to block the advance of the Spark Guerrillas were quickly defeated under the fierce attack of the World Communist fighters and retreated towards Manor No. 5942.

Soon, reinforcements from the Red Ship Guerrillas arrived in this neighborhood and joined up with their comrades from the Spark Guerrillas.

After the two guerrilla forces joined forces, they immediately rushed to their destination without stopping to lift the siege of Manor No. 5942.

Even though the enemy had the strength of three armies, they were not afraid at all.

If we give up the goal of rescuing our allies because the enemy is too powerful, will we retreat when we encounter difficulties in the future struggle for world revolution?

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In another direction, the joint team from Manor No. 5915 and Manor No. 5969 was also rushing to Manor No. 5942.

Luo Ying waved the naginata in his hand, summoning thunder to clear the way ahead. Purple plant spirit thunder fell from the sky, turning the low-level zombies into charcoal.

Xiao Qian suddenly sped up, nimbly moving through the thunder, and with a flash of his blade, he harvested all the enemy's lives.

The plant spirit warriors of Manor No. 5969 formed a battle formation and advanced in an orderly manner, eliminating the enemies missed by Luo Ying and Xiao Qian.

On the other hand, at Manor No. 5915, the scenery is completely different.

"Defend! March!"

The tall man who called himself "Defender" roared loudly, inadvertently revealing his blood-red eyes from under the gap in his helmet.

He suddenly raised his arm to gather strength, and then threw out the sharpened halberd.

The thrown halberd was like a flying meteor, smashing into the group of zombies blocking the way ahead.

After a small air explosion, the ground was covered with the blood and flesh of low-level zombies.

When Gregory from Manor No. 5905 saw this, he had to admit that he was superior.

The plant spirit warriors wearing white cloaks also took action, taking out their weapons and fighting.

The perceptive Xiao Qian once again noticed that although the plant spirit power of this group of plant spirit warriors had no attributes, when their attacks hit the enemy, there was a chance that the opponent would be frozen.

Freezing, as the name suggests, is an effect that can only be achieved by ice-attribute plant spiritual power.

"This team has so many secrets..."

Xiao Qian muttered to herself and casually killed a roadblock zombie that pounced on her.

After performing a beautiful knife show, Xiao Qian no longer paid too much attention to his allies and concentrated on clearing out the fish that had escaped the net for his own owner.

"Winter is coming..."

Moxue closed her eyes at some point and began to circulate her plant spiritual power.

With her as the center, the ground within a radius of dozens of meters was instantly frozen by countless plant spirit ice.

Even the low-level zombies that approached the last bit of snow were transformed into eternal ice sculptures.

"I will use this power well on your behalf."

Recalling the promise she had made to her best friend in that hell, Mo Xue opened her eyes and released her power without reservation.

A bitter cold wind swept in, shattering all the ice sculptures present, announcing to the enemy the early arrival of winter.

But when the rescue teams from both sides were about to arrive at Manor No. 5942, the winner had already been decided.