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Either don't take action, or say goodbye.

"Since we're going to kill them, let's kill them all, and make sure no one gets a word out."

Several people shuddered. The teacher, who usually seemed gentle and had never killed anyone, would actually say something about silencing them.

Talulah and Alina were also taken aback. The former was surprised that An Xin had just advised her to be magnanimous, but now she wanted to kill them all. In Alina's mind, An Xin had always been an upright, peaceful, and friendly person.

They don't know.

An Xin is a police officer.

In An Xin's eyes, these people had committed murder and were definitely criminals. If they were in Longmen, they would all be in jail, interrogated one by one, and sent to be executed or sent to labor reform.

But now that condition isn't met, we have to kill them all. If even one is left alive, the Reunion Movement, even if it's white, will be portrayed as black.

If everyone in the village was killed, there would definitely be some innocent deaths, but killing every other person would definitely leave some out.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the icy-faced blond youth, and Alina stepped forward.

"Forget it, Anxin. I'm not hurt, and everyone on our side is fine. Let's go. We're not coming back to this village."

The others chimed in, saying how lucky it was that An Xin had discovered it so quickly. Talulah was also a little curious as to how An Xin knew that Alina was in trouble.

They figured since they weren't injured, they might as well let it go.

"Well."

Anxin nodded and asked Talulah, "I know you've been contacting various villages and towns, explaining what happened here to all the villages and towns you've been in contact with, and telling all the infected people not to come near this village."

"Well, leave it to me."

Even if he hadn't said anything, Talulah would have done it anyway; she wouldn't have watched infected people die for no reason.

"Since you've decided not to kill, let's go."

The group turned and left.

Before leaving, An Xin aimed at the straw, her finger paused, and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

No one noticed that a small patch of charred straw had appeared, and shortly after they left, this small amount of smoke turned into a large fire.

Although no one died in the village, many houses and grain were burned, and the village probably won't survive the winter.

An Xin did it with a clear conscience.

If someone commits a crime, they should be punished.

He has no right to deal with the prisoners, so let God decide. How many people survive depends entirely on the fate of this village.

Just as they did, starving the infected to death, they are now facing the same retribution.

I only seek what is right in my heart.

Everything should be governed by law and reason.

There is no difference between infected people and ordinary people. Killing an infected person is no different from murder.

We cannot dehumanize people because of a disease. Restoring order is not something that can be done in a day or two.

The revolution has not yet succeeded.

An Xin glanced back and saw that the village was already surrounded by raging fire.

Snowing.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, unable to extinguish the flames in the village, nor could they extinguish the flames in our hearts.

The mobile city of the Reunion Movement—speaking of which, this city has never had a name. Perhaps it did have one in the past, but that was then, and it does not belong to the Reunion Movement.

Anxin asked Talulah beside her, "Have you ever thought about giving this mobile city a name?"

“No.” She shook her head. “It was originally just a temporary base. You know, our future is much more than just an abandoned mobile city.”

Talulah's eyes shone with a light, a light of immense anticipation for the future.

Sunlight streamed down her profile, illuminating her short, silver-white hair. Her features were delicate and beautiful; anyone who saw her would marvel at her beauty.

The girl had a graceful figure, as if she were gilded with gold, and her confidence and charisma emanated from her very being.

She must be an extremely dazzling person.

Looking slightly downwards, you can see that she is wearing a military uniform, revealing a pair of long legs in December. A black strap is tied above her left knee, paired with a pair of long military boots.

An Xin couldn't help but take a few more glances. There were many beautiful women in the Reunion Movement, but only Talulah and Yelena dared to show their legs in this weather.

Perhaps due to poor health, although both of them had long and beautiful legs, Yelena's legs were thinner and more suitable for over-the-knee black boots, which would showcase the beauty of her leg curves.

Talulah is a bit fleshier and is more suited to wearing over-the-knee stockings, which create a narrow crease, and her flesh will slightly sink in under the constriction of the stockings.

The two were discussing the name of the mobile city when An Xin stared at her legs in a daze.

If it were anyone else, Talulah would probably be angry, but this person is Anxin. She was just a little embarrassed, but pretended not to care, and was even a little happy.

Talulah pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turning up slightly, and asked An Xin.

"Does it look good?"

"nice."

"Would you like me to touch it?"

"Hesit..."

Anxin almost blurted out the word "okay," but even if there were no one around, she couldn't do such a thing.

He had already promised his father that he would hold out until he could ask Warfarin what she thought.

However, the political commissars were shocked; none of them had expected that Talulah and Anxin had this kind of relationship.

Alina frowned, but only for a moment. She moved to the other side of Anxin and changed the subject.

"An Xin, you must have something in mind when you brought up the name, right?"

“Hmm, a little.” An Xin looked at Xiao Lu. “I think it would be better to have a name. If we succeed, it would be a bit of a pity if the first city we captured didn’t have a name. Even if we don’t succeed, the city will still represent our will.”

"It will definitely succeed," Alina said. "Anxin, what name do you want to be called?"

“Winter will eventually pass, we will be victorious, there will be enough food for everyone, everyone will have medicine, and there will be no longer a barrier between ordinary people and those infected,” An Xin said.

Alina interjected, "You want to call it Neverwinter City?"

“No, winter will be followed by spring.” An Xin paused for a moment. “How about we call it Tianduan? Tianduan City, spring is the beginning of heaven, and the king is bound to spring, hence the name Tianduan.”

"Tian Duan? That's a good name." Talulah, after all, had half-Da Yan blood, so she knew quite a bit about these things.

In this way, this once abandoned mobile city has been given a new name.

When An Xin returned to Tian Duan City, she found Yelena kicking Yang Ge. The two of them were running around a pillar, one in front of the other.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chapter Forty-Six Half a Year

If time were to move forward slightly, Yelena, still standing there, would feel quite frustrated, especially since she noticed that in the blink of an eye, Anxin and Talulah had already walked away.

With nothing else to do, I strolled along the street and watched everyone rebuild the city. The white rabbit even lent a hand a few times before being sent away by the others.

After walking a little further, she encountered a group of soldiers carrying goods and offered to help them.

In short, whenever she saw a task, she would lend a hand, and each time she would be respectfully asked to rest aside. The soldiers would also speak highly of her.

She smiled helplessly and continued walking forward, hoping to find an opportunity to help.

As a result, he didn't find an opportunity, but he did find someone who was good at bragging, and that person was still lazy and bragging.

He was wearing a Yeti robe and was talking to a new recruit. As Yelena got closer, she realized they were talking about Anxin.

"You know our teacher An Xin, right? She's the one who transformed into a Qilin and single-handedly forced back five of the emperor's imperial guards!"

"Know, know."

"Do you know how powerful I am?" The Yeti waved its hand. "I've fought Teacher An Xin twice. The first time, I lost because I didn't know Originium Arts. The second time, I was only one move weaker than An Xin. Tell me, am I powerful or not!"

"Awesome, awesome."

The recruit's eyes shone brightly. "Brother, tell me about your fight with Teacher An Xin."

"Sigh! It's all in the past, it's all in the past, what's the point of bringing it up?"

Yang Ge waved his hand, looking smug.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, freezing his smile.

"He only fought with An Xin once, what are you still talking about? Let me tell you, new recruit, An Xin used Originium Arts to chase him all over the place, and then the two of them were sparring. He rushed over, and before he knew what was going on, An Xin threw him to the ground."

"Um... I just remembered I have some training to do, so I'll be going now, big sister."

Can you listen to that sound carefully?

She's the eldest sister.

Yang Ge's smile was stiff as he scratched his head. "My dad's waiting for me to go on training!"

"Yang Ge!"