Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

Even if there is thunder in the middle of the night and heavy rain falls, you should not continue to sleep with your head covered. Instead, wake up Chen Zhou to give birth to little Draco. The clothes in the yard can be put away later. They are the silent soldiers guarding the house.

There are also silent big trees guarding the precious space of the big bed room, resisting the wind and thunder in the dark clouds. The lingering sound is endless, and the gorgeous lightning becomes muddy after being wetted by rain in the last ray of light.

Wei Cao looked up at the window. Day and night alternated, and a hint of dawn slowly emerged. It looked like good weather for giving birth to little Draco.

"By the way, I'll arrange for you to live in my house when we get back." Chen Zhou woke Weicao from his trance and walked out.

"what?"

Chapter 12: Forgiveness

Hill County.

The TNI soldiers have completely occupied the city and read out the policy of reassurance to the residents.

"The leader stipulates that all races in cities controlled by the Reintegration Movement and the TLF are equal, and discrimination and insults against infected people are strictly prohibited...private property is protected, and equal pay for equal work is guaranteed..."

After the Shield Adjutant David finished speaking, he shouted through the loudspeaker:

"If anyone disagrees with this policy, you have half an hour to leave Hill County."

After he finished speaking, the enthusiastic cheers that almost blew away the sky of the square, and the thunderous applause swept towards the warriors of the Tower Jie Formation.

In addition to the heated discussions among the people of Tara, there were also many Victorians who were worried about the future.

Although the TPLF fighters stopped the garrison’s atrocities in time, only the Tara community was rescued when the shells hit.

Unfortunately, the surrounding Victorian homes were turned into ruins by artillery bombing.

Although the Victorians brought this upon themselves, will they protect themselves if disaster strikes next time?

These people did not have much trust in Tajiezhen. Some of them had already returned home to pack their bags and planned to flee to the countryside or nearby cities.

Amidst the cheering Tara crowd, a little boy suddenly emerged. It was Craig, holding a ball. He patted the shield guard, his eyes sparkling:

"Heroes who liberated the people of Tara, I want to join you and join the Tara liberation formation!"

David, who was feeling sorry for the Victorians' short-sightedness, suddenly smiled, bent down, picked him up, and placed him on his broad shoulders.

"The Tower Jiezhen welcomes any fighter who fights against injustice, but you are too young, you need to practice more, hahaha."

"Okay, but you have to keep your word." Craig was a little disappointed.

But when he looked up, he saw through the adults around him who were laughing and applauding, and saw a smile on the face of his mother, who was wearing an old-fashioned and shabby dress. It was a smile of freedom, a smile of forgetting the past and starting over.

So he started laughing too.

Sure enough, the team that can break the tower is better.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the poet Williams below.

Looking at the Tara boy sitting on the warrior's shoulders, the poet's eyes sparkled.

The Horn told him that the Ghost Army was committed to the rapid and trend-reversing promotion of Tara culture, and his response to the Horn was that thinking was like planting a feather in the soil and imagining it growing into a feathered beast.

Facing the towering formation that was now taking over the city, he couldn't predict the future, but at least now, he saw the people who were working hard to plant feathers.

The intentions of its leaders may be questionable, but the fighters of the Taliban do genuinely treat the people well.

At this moment, another person squeezed in from the crowd, waved his hands, and said in a neither loud nor soft voice:

"Commander of the Talal Liberation Front, I want to report that there's a traitor among the Tala people! I saw with my own eyes that person delivering the rally information to the Victorian soldiers!"

In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar, and then the surging noise almost exploded.

"Hey! Ronan, are you serious? Are you really born to do such a thing?!" A strong man pulled his clothes and said angrily.

"No, if there was no tower to break the formation, we would have been blown to death by the garrison..." someone said in disbelief.

"Cousin, isn't this a pure scum of the Tara nation?!" a man in work clothes shouted.

The cheering mood instantly turned into condemnation of the traitor, and Craig, who was sitting on David's shoulder, stared at Ronan closely.

Seeing this, Ronan, who was trying to take credit for it, suppressed his joy, looked around, and then pointed at Saoirse behind him, "That's her!"

Saoirse's mother, who was cursing the traitor, was stunned.

"me…"

Saoirse's face turned pale and her brain went blank.

Looking at the green gazes coming from all directions, Saoirse was completely stunned. The pain of being stared at by everyone, the hatred, curses, and complaints came one by one. And it was accompanied by a deep disappointment.

But it was her mother's complicated look that dealt the final blow. Silsa's legs softened and she collapsed on the ground in a daze, shaking constantly.

"Didn't this woman's cousin just get killed by the Victorians? This..."

"Maybe she was the one who killed her cousin. What a vicious woman."

"Go to hell, you trash, you scum, you disgusting!"

What a peaceful morning! It was a beautiful day for the people of Tara to regain their freedom, but in the end, everyone was severely disgusted by the traitor.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She could only repeat it mechanically.

"Enough!"

After spending the entire night rescuing the infected, Qin Liu, who hadn't had time to wash up, hurried to the square and stood in front of her good friend Saoirse.

"Saoirse only suspects that the Tara troops have other plans. She is protecting you!"

Faced with Qin Liu's scolding, everyone was stunned at first, and then noticed her clothes, and their anger grew even stronger.

"Victorian soldiers?!"

"Shut up, Victoria lackey!"

"Capture her, capture the remaining garrison members!"

"Wait, Commander Tajiezhen, she is Saoirse's superior!"

When Ronan discovered that Saoirse was online, he was unexpectedly ecstatic again.

This big fish actually came to the door on its own? !

Qin Liu's expression gradually grew quieter, and he looked extremely disappointed. "I... I've been saving infected people all night. Why are you arresting me?"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then someone questioned: "Those injured last night were all Victorians, right?"

"Yeah, you saving the Victorians, what does that have to do with us Tara people?"

"I say, have you got the wrong person? The people of Tara didn't get any help from you."

"That's right, Victorians are saving Victorians. Why are you so arrogant in front of us?"

Qin Liu, who was forced to retreat again and again by the crowd, felt complicated.

Have the Victorians and the Tara people become so divided?

She felt a little regretful and self-blaming. If she had known that the bagpipes and horns were unreliable... I'm sorry, Saoirse, I trusted the wrong person.

"That's it for now."

At this time, a voice came from behind everyone.

However, it was Chen Zhou and Wei Cao who came together and spoke out in time to stop the incident.

This voice... is exactly the same as the leader's voice in the communication station.

"Leader, look at this?" David was a little puzzled.

"We are all Tara compatriots. There is no need to do this."

In Qin Liu's sight, the leader of Tara, whose tail was swaying with sparks, seemed to be illuminated by holy light, so gentle and elegant.

"My fellow tribesmen, who hasn't made mistakes?"

"Everyone makes wrong choices, cries for no apparent reason, and breaks down on the street, but this doesn't change the fact that today is a day of freedom, a moment for the people of Tara, Hillshire, to stand up."

Chen Zhou opened his arms, like a saint at the end of the world, with a slight smile on his face. "Forgive her. I will let bygones be bygones."

Chapter 13: The Anti-Counterrevolutionary Committee

Rafshini felt a completely different kind of leadership from Chen Zhou.

When it came to dealing with the traitor, Chen Zhou chose to forgive him with great tolerance.

People of Tara, you must know that I am the only one who truly treats you well and truly wants you to live. The Ghost Army is merely my expeditionary force, capable of engaging in ruthless warfare. Governance still depends on us, the Tower, to resolve the situation. You must always trust me and obey me, otherwise you will become zombies in the hands of the Deep Pool...

"Leader, you are really..." A Tara person said with an indescribable deep expression, "too gentle!"

"Yeah, it was just a hateful Tara traitor, and that bastard almost made a big mistake!" The strong Tara man sighed.

The hero who liberated Tara and the traitor who betrayed Tara formed a sharp contrast. The more gentle and tolerant Chen Zhou was, the more despicable and shameless Saoirse seemed.

Chen Zhou made decisions for the Tara people, and the Tara people gave him more respect and love. Silsa colluded with the enemy and betrayed her tribe, so the Tara people despised her even more.

"All right."

Chen Zhou raised his hand, and the people of Tara stopped talking immediately, and there was complete silence.

"Let's put this matter to rest and move on. Don't make things difficult for Saoirse. We've all been through hardship, so let's embrace a new life together."

His eyes swept across the crowd and looked at the clear blue sky in the distance. Among the white clouds, the feathered beast symbolizing peace was circling and dancing, and finally landed in Chen Zhou's palm.

The scene is beautiful like a fairy tale.

This young leader of Tara is simply an angel!

The people surrounding Chen Zhou in the square spontaneously applauded, their eyes fixed on that handsome face, as if they wanted to engrave him in their hearts.

"Thank you, leader. Thank you, leader."

"It's over, it's over."

It was Saoirse's mother who pulled her daughter to kneel down, but Chen Zhou quickly helped her up.

"So you are the leader." The poet Williams was very moved. As he recalled what Chen Zhou and Ta Jiezhen had done, he felt more and more that they were great.

Weicao was in a daze when he saw this scene. As the second-in-command of Shenchi, he had seen all kinds of leaders.

For example, his sister who is in charge of the deep pool.

However, others only respected her power, her noble birth and her powerful strength.

Another example is the maverick Iron Duke.

Although he protected the Tara people, he was also indifferent to the people, cold-blooded and ruthless, and his strong military capabilities attracted people's attention.

Only Chen Zhou would comfort the people, forgive the traitors, and truly care about the people of Tara, making these people respect and love him from the bottom of their hearts.

"As for Ronan..." After dealing with the traitor, Chen Zhou turned his attention to the whistleblower.

Seeing this, Ronan held his breath, suppressed his inner joy, and looked at the leader of the Tower Jiezhen with awe and anticipation.

Chen Zhou smiled and nodded at him.

Reporting a traitor definitely warrants a reward.

But this Ronan seems to be just a villain who abuses his power and harms the people, which is far different from the "Auntie XX" in the previous life.

"We're still short of one person to go to the Purge Committee. It's you."

"Thank you, leader. I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Although he didn't know what the Purge Committee was, Ronan was still very excited about becoming a "civil servant".

David was stunned. The Purge Committee? When did this organization appear?

Of course it is the institutions that have emerged now!

After taking over Xiaoqiu County, the number of people under Chen Zhou's rule increased dramatically.

Whether it is to investigate traitors and eliminate corruption, or to control the nobles, he needs some henchmen like Ronan.

Mandela was appointed as the head of the Anti-Counterrevolutionary Committee. I think she would be happy to see the nobles being bullied.

[You dare to betray the leader, do you want to be shot? ]

[Betray the Tower and break the formation. Mandela will be at your doorstep tonight!]

[The agricultural plot has beautiful scenery, and the potatoes dug out are big and round.]

Chen Zhou felt very amused when he thought of Mandela in black wearing a sword badge.