Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

So, given the circumstances, he kept two as spares and took four with him.

Now, half a month has passed, and he only has two doses left. Anxin is going to give him another injection tonight, so there will only be one inhibitor left.

The integration movement can't even get the most basic drugs, let alone inhibitors.

It seems that An Xin will have to tough it out physically for the next year.

He picked up a glass of ale, drank it all in one gulp, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I am full?"

With those words, a pair of long legs appeared before my eyes, over-the-knee boots, over-the-knee black stockings and hot pants forming a small blank space, the skin without a single hair, as white as jade.

An Xin's gaze followed the hot pants upwards, and even without seeing her face, she knew it was Yelena.

In this kind of weather, only she and Talulah could dress like that, but he remembered the owner of those boots.

An Xin picked up a new bottle of ale and handed it to Yelena. She took it, opened the bottle with the Winter Mark, and sat down next to him.

"I've thought about what you wanted to tell me."

"Really?" An Xin opened a bottle for herself. "What have you figured out?"

“I understand the importance of education,” Yelena said. “Education is important for people, and even more important for organizations, but I don’t understand why it’s important for the country.”

Because Ursus was part of Tsarist Russia, it didn't need farmers to be educated; it only needed labor.

It's normal that you can't understand it.

He wouldn't say something like that.

An Xin took a sip of wine and said to her, "From a national perspective, education is productivity. People who have received compulsory education can become qualified workers, well-trained soldiers, or office clerks."

The more people in a country receive education, the higher its level of modernization, which leads to a certain degree of increase in its economy and military strength.

Have you ever thought about it?

If we capture a mobile city, only to find that our team is full of illiterate people who don't know how to maintain the economy, how to make the city function, or even how to operate a mobile city.

In the end, all we know is destruction, looting, smashing and robbing, turning hatred into motivation. Instead of targeting the class that oppresses them, we turn our swords against ordinary people who are also oppressed. How ridiculous!

“This…” Yelena began to ponder, and after a while, she looked up, “I see.”

"Have you thought about the second question? Who are our enemies, and who are our friends?"

An Xin smiled; it was already good enough that Shuangxing was seriously considering these issues.

He seemed to see the day when the entire Reunion Movement would become comrades.

“Our enemies are privilege, the media, the government, the nobility, and... the emperor.”

Yelena paused for a moment before giving her answer.

She continued, "Ordinary people may hate and fear us, and even be very unfriendly to us, but they are our friends."

They were misled by those with privileges.

Every ordinary person has the potential to become infected. Today it's me, tomorrow it's you, and the day after tomorrow it's him.

He is your father, your mother, your wife, your husband, your child, and your elder.

There is no irreconcilable conflict between infected individuals and ordinary people. The reason why ordinary people hate infected individuals so much is the result of propaganda by the Ursus government.

We've met elderly people who were willing to help us, and a young couple who left a bottle of wine for me on the windowsill.

We are not the enemy; the civilians are our most steadfast friends.

One day, I will make everyone understand that those infected are also human beings, and that every ordinary person can potentially become infected. Protecting those infected is also protecting ordinary people.

A round of applause broke the silence, but it went unnoticed by anyone.

An Xin smiled. "Very good, Yelena, I'm willing to call you comrade now."

Yelena met his gaze.

At this moment, nothing else matters.

Anxin was very happy.

He finally met someone who was truly willing to fight for the people, the first person willing to overthrow the Ursus regime.

If the Reunification Movement succeeds, then in the near future, the entire land will be ablaze with red flames.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Those Who Are Not Dead

“Well said, Yelena.” Anxin applauded her and continued, “But we can accept nobles and government officials who have devoted themselves to the revolution.”

"Why?" Froststar asked, puzzled.

"Because there are good people and bad people in every class. The nobles may just be blinded, but there are no shortage of bad people among the commoners and the infected."

An Xin took a sip of ale. "Everyone is an independent individual. There are good people and bad people. We can't use countries, regions, social classes, or even accents and cultural customs to distinguish between good and bad."

"That's a good point. It's been so many years, An Xin. I didn't expect you to still have this kind of awareness."

Talulah came to the other side of Anxin, and from a certain perspective, he was somewhat like having two women on his left and two on his right.

"Oh, you're here." An Xin handed her a bottle of wine. "When did you start listening?"

“From who she said who the enemy is and who the friend is.” Talulah took the wine and stared at Anxin and Yelena. “I didn’t expect Yelena to come and ask about these things, and think about them so much. This is sneaking away.”

"Run away?" Yelena paused.

"Don't worry about it. As for me, I haven't asked you anything except about the organization of the army, An Xin."

Talulah said, "You are right, especially what Anxin said. People should be viewed separately and should not be divided into good people and bad people simply because of their identity."

“I’m so happy that you think that way. You know, back then you wouldn’t listen to any advice.” An Xin smiled.

“Let’s not talk about that time.” Talulah raised her glass. “Cheers to our tomorrow!”

"cheers!"

The three of them drank the ale together.

Anxin took a piece of paper out of her pocket, handed it to Talulah, and said.

"This is a draft I've prepared temporarily, and it's the path we should steadfastly follow, Talulah."

I believe in you. Only if you stay on the right path will we not stray from it.

“This is…” She took the paper, and Froststar squeezed next to her, listening as she slowly read out the contents.

"First, our organization is called the Integration Movement."

"Second, the program of the Integration Movement is as follows:"

What followed was a dense text. Talulah stopped reading it aloud and looked down with Frostnova.

1. We are a revolutionary force. The Integration Movement not only integrates the infected, but also integrates all oppressed people. We must assist the infected until the social class distinctions are eliminated and there is no longer any difference between ordinary people and the infected.

2 ......

3 ......

As she read through the entries one by one, Talulah took a deep breath, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The two of them became increasingly alarmed as they looked at each other, and in the end, neither of them spoke, but they exchanged a glance.

"Did you write this?"

“Of course.” An Xin nodded.

Although it referenced certain elements, it was indeed his program for the Reunion Movement, which combined elements from the continent of Terra.

How can a team be without a guiding principle?

He stared at Talulah. "It may not be perfect. We can call Alina and Mr. Patriot to work together to improve this program."

The next second, his hand was grasped by Talulah, her skin smooth and her fingers warm, like being enveloped in warm water.

"An Xin, become the political commissar." Her gaze was as fiery as if she wanted to devour An Xin completely and squeeze out every last bit of value from him.

She really didn't expect that An Xin could bring about so many changes for her. Just how much does this person know?

From military reform to the direction of progress, and even discussions about enemies and friends.

Each one, taken individually, was incredibly beneficial to Talulah.

If she is the leader who guides everyone forward, then An Xin is the guiding light that illuminates the way forward.

She wanted to show her sincerity, to reciprocate sincerity, which is what Talulah has always done.

She believed that An Xin, who had proposed this agenda, would agree to her request.

But.......

An Xin gently shook her head. "No, I already have someone else for the position of political commissar. I will not take this position. I am just a teacher."

"Why?" Talulah's eyes were filled with resentment, her expression a mixture of confusion and shock.

She doesn't understand.

Since An Xin has already written out the program, he is definitely the most suitable person for the political commissar.