Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

Faced with yet another expansion of its membership, the integrity, awareness, and discipline of the Reunion Movement have all declined. What is your choice...?

[One: Return to the grassroots level and become a teacher.]

[Two: Continue to serve as an officer in the military.]

Both paths are laid out before us.

Do we even need to choose?

There are plenty of people in the Reunion Movement who can become officers, but not many who might go back to being teachers.

In particular, Alina's team was almost completely wiped out.

Apart from the political commissars who followed the team, almost everyone else was killed.

The Battle of Chernobog was won.

However, Tian Duan City lost.

[You chose option 1, earning 30,000 points, with 145,900 points remaining.]

He washed the plates clean, put them back in their place, and went out to find Talulah and Alina.

Upon arriving in Chernobog, the weather improved, and the temperature could even be described as hot, which is almost impossible in the northern tundra.

An Xin put his hands in his pockets and went to find Alina. The wind blew through his hair, messing up his long golden hair.

A few minutes later, he saw the fawn.

She lay motionless on the bed, her face ashen, her eyes dull and lifeless.

The Tian Duan City massacre had a very minor impact on An Xin.

He had seen many life-and-death situations and many other things.

You could say he was a bit numb, but he knew he had more important things to do.

Alina is different.

She watched as the soldiers protecting her were killed and the children she was protecting were slaughtered.

An Xin walked to her bedside, sat down, and said nothing, just quietly kept her company.

Chapter Fifty-Seven Two Years

The sun was obscured by a cloud, and the window was also blocked by the other side of the cloud. The room was dark and cramped, containing only a table and chairs, a bed, and a single set of clothes for changing.

Miss Alina felt a warmth as someone held her hands. They were thick and large, and she could feel the knuckles. She knew whose hands they were.

"You're awake, Anxin."

"Hmm." He didn't say anything, but simply held her slender fingers, which were soft and boneless, smooth and tender, cool and warm like a piece of beautiful jade.

Without saying anything, he believed that Alina was just a little down and that she would get through it.

Xiaolu is a strong person.

Once she's figured it out herself, she doesn't need anyone to persuade her. At this moment, any words would be pale and powerless. His presence by Alina's side is the best way to express himself.

Just as An Xin had expected, he came to visit her every day, and after a few days, Xiao Lu returned to normal.

From that time on, Xiao Lu changed a little. She was still so gentle, always smiling at everyone, and would comfort anyone.

Anxin felt that Alina was becoming more and more like an older sister. She would guide everyone in the Reunion Movement. She was a little long-winded, but people couldn't help but feel her warmth.

But she has indeed changed.

Alina began learning swordsmanship and boxing, no longer just for emergencies, but as a genuinely serious student.

"I don't want to be a burden anymore."

These are her original words.

Anxin applied to Talulah, and even though Talulah and Patriot opposed it, he resolutely returned to the grassroots to become a teacher, so as to provide Alina with suitable talent.

At night, on the way from Talulah to Chernobog

“Anxin, can you walk with me for a bit?” Talulah grabbed his arm. “I want to ask you something.”

"Hmm, what do you want to talk about?"

Talulah bit her lip. "I should take responsibility for this command error."

“Why do you say that?” An Xin shook her head. “No one could have guessed that the Third Army would abandon Chernobog and come back to slaughter the defenders of Tian Duan City.”

"But this is still my mistake."

“Everyone has moments like this. Don’t doubt yourself, Talulah. You are the leader. If even you doubt your own correctness, what will happen to the soldiers below you?”

Faced with the self-blaming Talulah, Anxin put her arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

"If this happens again, just tell me, and I'll listen to what you have to say."

"Okay, sure." She nodded.

Under the moonlight, the two embraced. Just as An Xin had said, Talulah felt a sense of comfort simply by holding him, and the blockage in her heart was instantly relieved.

She closed her eyes.

I wish An Xin would choose her.

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Ursus, a duchy.

Kosiché pursed his lips and remained silent; he hadn't expected the Third Army to be so incompetent.

He snapped his fingers, and a dozen snake scales appeared in the room, bowing their heads and awaiting orders.

"Forget it, it's pointless."

"Go away."

Originally, the plan was to have Serpent Scales assassinate her, but this was pointless and would only exacerbate Talulah's rebellious tendencies. It was necessary to make Alina's death an issue that Talulah could not avoid.

It couldn't have been Kosicchi who killed him.

Alina must die at the hands of the infected, soldiers, and the people for Talulah to develop in the direction he desires.

He started to panic.

The most important thing is that thing called Marxist philosophy, which has been circulating in various schools recently. How could he not know it? It is precisely because he knows it that he is so eager.

Koschke sighed deeply. "Anxin, Anxin, you've really given me a tough problem. How am I supposed to handle your open scheme?"

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Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. The integration movement has conquered city after city. They have encountered difficulties, but the people welcome them, students join them, and workers love them.

Fighting for the people is no longer just a simple slogan. Talulah made everyone realize that there is no difference between ordinary people and infected people. Anyone can become infected. Treating infected people well is treating yourself well.

Even if there are still a few die-hards, this idea is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and cannot be shaken by a few individuals.

1098, summer.

The integration movement, which once gathered together, has now dispersed to various cities.

Tian Duan City is no longer an important stronghold of the Reunion Movement, but everyone knows that a beloved teacher lives there.

As soon as the school bell rang, the boy in the first row shouted as he watched the blond youth walk into the classroom.

"Teacher Anxin, I heard that you had ambiguous relationships with Leader Talulah, Pioneer Yelena, and Political Commissar Alina back then. Is that true?"

"Kids shouldn't ask so many questions." The blond youth lightly tapped his head with a book.

"I heard that Mephistopheles and Faust were your students, so wouldn't they be our senior brothers?"

Another child asked.

An Xin nodded. "Yes, that's true. Is there anything else you want to ask? Let's not talk about class now."

A murmur of discussion arose from the audience below the podium.

"Is it true that you can transform into a monster the size of a small mountain? And even repel the legendary monster?"

"It's fake, just a rumor. I'm just an ordinary person." An Xin hasn't been able to exchange for a racial behemoth yet, and too many people have asked her about it, so she simply denied it.

"Teacher, teacher!"

"Teacher An Xin!!"

"Teacher, look outside!"

"A pioneer, right?"

"Sister Froststar!"

“Call her Pioneer, Froststar is her old code name. Yelena is so great.”

"She always rushed to the front. I heard that she was like that during the guerrilla period."

"Only such people can be called pioneers."

"........."