It is Kokang and Changchun

　As Changchun cleaned up his room, he recounted his dream. "...At that time, the coup had just occurred. Mr. Yu Qian was imprisoned by Zhu Qizhen and awaiting execution. I broke into the prison and rescued him."

　After being rescued, Yu Qian addressed me as a "female warrior from a foreign land" and expressed his immense gratitude, saying he would repay me handsomely in the future. Then I discussed a question with him: "Which is more important, the state or the emperor?"

　Changchun paused, pulled out his digital camera, checked it, and continued, "Then Yu Qian replied, 'Of course the people are more important than the emperor.' I then pressed the issue further, saying that if the emperor is dissolute and incompetent, then wouldn't that be a reason to replace him?

　This question frightened Yu Qian so much that his pupils trembled. Fearing he might misunderstand, I explained that I meant loyalty to the entire Ming dynasty, not to a specific emperor. Then, I took the opportunity to share some ideas from Machiavelli's The Prince with Yu Qian, who was both surprised and terrified.

　But I could see that Yu Qian was not completely disgusted with what I said. If he really hated it, he would have said that I was spreading rumors and misleading the public and kicked me out.

　I immediately decided to let Yu Qian calm down for a while. After all, the impact of new ideas definitely requires time to digest. Then I said goodbye and left, saying that I would visit him again if I had time in the future.

　Later, I entered Beijing and went to the Forbidden City. I introduced myself in front of many people, but ended up being surrounded by a bunch of Ming soldiers. Then I fought my way straight from Chengtian Gate to the Forbidden City, as if I were stepping into an empty place.

　The soldiers' crossbows and three-barreled guns hit me like a toy. When they found that I was invulnerable to swords and guns, they were all terrified and shouted "Witch", asking Taoist priests and monks to come and subdue me.

　And just like that, I rushed into the Forbidden City and captured Zhu Qizhen, the shameless bastard, alive.

　After I reviewed Zhu Qizhen's crimes, I killed him right there and then. The blood of this bastard emperor splattered three feet, staining the "Zhengda Guangming" plaque above him red.

　Then, I slowly sat down on the dragon throne, looking down at the terrified officials and soldiers below. Just as I was about to tell them who I was and what my purpose was, I was woken up by you, Sister Anshan..."

　After listening to Changchun's story, Anshan couldn't help but twitch his lips a few times, and said half-jokingly: "Changchun, it's unacceptable for a communist fighter like you to become an emperor."

　"It would be wrong to promote red culture in the early Ming Dynasty. At that time, capitalism had not even sprouted yet, and the modern proletariat was still

　"You want to go red before you've even formed anything?" Changchun knew her sister was joking, so she pretended to be unhappy and complained.

　Taiyuan looked at his phone and reminded: "Sister Anshan, the Didi car is here..."

　"Alright, alright, comrades, get ready to get on the bus!"

　"Let's go!"

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　When the car was about 500 meters away from Qishuiwan Stone Park, private cars from all over the country had already blocked the road, and pedestrians on the side of the road were walking faster than the cars.

　"Master, let's get off here." Anshan looked at the traffic conditions in front and decided to walk the remaining half kilometer by himself.

　After a while, the four sisters arrived at the park gate, had their Hainan health code and travel code checked by the gate staff, and then entered the park.

　"Is it really necessary for our ship girls to have a health code?" It is currently known that ship girls cannot be infected by any pathogens. Fushun feels that it is unnecessary for ship girls to have a health code.

　Changchun speculated: "Some things are unnecessary but necessary. It's not good to make them special."

　So they came to the beach and prepared to find a place to camp as their base camp.

　"Hurry up! There are more and more people now. If you don't find a seat quickly, it will be taken soon."

　Finally, Changchun found a relatively cool place under the shade of coconut trees and set up camp.

　On the distant beach, rescue workers in blue overalls were maintaining order. Although a cordon had been set up at the scene, many people were still swimming in the water without permission.

　Most people would come up after being called out to them two or three times, but one man was different. Not only did he not come up after the staff called him many times, he kept swimming towards a miniature island made of a large rock about 20 meters from the coastline.

　After shouting many times, the staff could no longer reach the island and could only watch the uncle's every move from Anshan. In the end, the uncle gave up on landing on the island because he was swimming against the current and made almost no progress, so he returned to the shore.

　Anshan carried the tripod of the Four Sisters camera and went to the edge of the cordon to find a position that was conducive to taking pictures, otherwise it would be too late and the best unobstructed position at the edge of the cordon would be occupied.

　Fushun and Taiyuan were in charge of guarding the base camp, while Changchun bought coconuts from a food stall on the beach. Changchun had fallen in love with coconuts since he had tasted them on his last trip to Hainan.

　Changchun said to the vendor, "Comrade, four coconuts, please."

　The vendor, speaking Mandarin with a thick Hainanese accent, asked, "Green or brown?"

　"What?" Changchun was not used to Hainan's Mandarin, which was lax and had a flat tongue accent. Every time she listened to local people of a certain age speaking, she could never fully understand the first sentence.

　"I say, do you want green or brown coconuts?" The vendor deliberately slowed down his speech the second time.

　Changchun now understood and replied, "Green."

　The vendor turned around and said to his wife, "Hey, it's time to bring in some coconuts." (Hainanese dialect, roughly meaning: Hey, I want four green coconuts)

　The vendor's wife picked up four green coconuts from the ground, and then used a special coconut-cutting knife to cut a small cross-section at one end of each coconut until water came out, and then took a straw and inserted it into the hole where the water came out.

　Finally, the vendor took the four green coconuts from his wife, packed them in four plastic bags, and handed them to Changchun.

　After paying 30 yuan, Changchun ran back excitedly with the coconut.

　"Comrades, here come the coconuts!" Changchun placed four coconuts on the mat and placed one in front of Fushun, saying:

　"Come on, come on, Sister Fushun, give it a try. Last time, when Sister Anshan, Sister Taiyuan, and I came to Hainan, you hadn't been rebuilt yet. This time, I'm here to make up for your regrets."

　Fushun picked up a coconut and took a bite. He was shocked as if he had discovered a new world.

　“Fuck, how come it tastes so good?!” Fushun took big sips after big mouthfuls, and the sweet and delicious coconut water went down Maomei Shaoluo’s throat and esophagus and went straight into her stomach.

　Changchun was delighted to see Fushun enjoying the coconut so much. "Hehe, Fushun, go ahead and drink as much as you can. If it's not enough, I'll buy more."

　"By the way, Taiyuan, when will the rocket be launched?" Changchun asked Taiyuan about the launch time so that he could make arrangements for the rest of the process.

　Taiyuan said, "Around 2:22 p.m."

　Changchun looked at the time and there were still six hours.

　She took out a telescope and looked at the launch tower three kilometers away. The rocket had not yet reached the launch tower, so it seemed it was still early.

　"Since it's still early, let's take a nap first~" Changchun felt that sleeping was the best choice to pass this boring time. Then she closed her eyes and began to doze off.

　After an unknown amount of time, Changchun opened his eyes again.

　"Taiyuan, what time is it?" Changchun asked what time it was.

　"Just after 11 o'clock."

　"Well, it seems I slept for more than two hours..." As he said that, Changchun picked up his coconut and prepared to drink water.

　But surprisingly, the coconut was empty—the water inside was gone. "That's not right. I clearly remember drinking half of it before going to bed. How come there's not a drop left now?"

　Taiyuan whispered, "It was Sister Fushun. She stole the remaining half of your coconut water."

　At this time, Changchun discovered that Fushun was not there and didn't know where she had gone.

　"Tsk... Second sister," Changchun said weakly. "If you want to drink more, just tell me. I can just buy more. Why do you have to drink secretly..."

　Changchun

　I had to get up and buy myself another coconut.

　As she was walking to buy coconuts, she suddenly heard a voice: "Hey, isn't this Changchun? Lao Hu! Look over there, the living Changchun!"

　Changchun looked over when he heard the voice and saw a man of average height, who looked like a college student, looking at him with a look of surprise.

　There were five other boys lying on the floor next to the male college student. These boys also heard what the male college student had just said and looked at Changchun.

　The male university student waved excitedly, approached Changchun, and politely greeted him, "Hello, hello, I've heard a lot about you, Comrade Changchun. I'm a fan (laosi, gong), and this is the first time I've met you in person."

　"Oh, so this young comrade is a fan, hello~" Changchun greeted playfully.

　Compared to ordinary passers-by, KanColle are generally more friendly to fans of KanColle. (KanColle's basic favorability towards ordinary passers-by: 50, basic favorability towards KanColle fans: 55)

　"I was planning to go to Haibo this summer to see you in person. Now, I didn't expect to see you in person in Hainan. Comrade Changchun, are you here to watch the rocket launch as well?"

　The male college students were still full of excitement and excitement, but they always maintained basic etiquette.

　Changchun nodded. "Yes, not just me, all four of us sisters are here."

　The male university student was shocked. "Holy crap! I thought I was lucky enough to just run into Changchun, but the Four Heavenly Kings are here?! Should I go and win a prize first?"

　Then he asked, "I wonder if Comrade Changchun would be willing to visit our headquarters? We are all players of the ship game, but I am the only dual-cultivation player. The others are all ship B players, but they also know about the ship R and you."

　"Of course~" Changchun agreed readily.

　Surrounded by male college students, Changchun came to the camp of these six boys.

　"Old Hu, do you still have the bottle of Qiulin Kvass we bought yesterday? Fill it up for Comrade Changchun!" The male college student asked, pulling out a paper cup from the stack of paper cups.

　Lao Hu turned around to look for a 1.5-liter bottle of Qiulin kvass and said, "Lao Zhan, here it is!"

　Seeing this, Changchun politely declined, "No, comrades, keep this for yourself. I brought several large bottles of kvass today, so I won't be short of this. One large bottle for the six of you isn't enough, so I'll give you one!"

　The next second, Changchun took out a 1.5-liter bottle of Qiulin kvass from the ship's space. The six boys refused it, but Changchun insisted that they accept it. In the end, the six boys had no choice but to accept Changchun's kvass.

　"Come on, Comrade Changchun. Let me introduce you to this comrade. His name is Hu Xyuan, and he's from Northeast China. He's planning to create a two-dimensional project about KanColle.

　This project was inspired by a novel he conceived in high school, "Warship Girl Harbin" (this Harbin refers to the ship in the North Sea Fleet, not the empty scientific research ship in Azure). However, he himself seems to be not good at writing novels, so he decided to let me write the novel while he would handle the other aspects of the project. I wonder what Comrade Changchun thinks about this?"

　Changchun was very interested in this project and suggested, "As for this, as long as it doesn't exaggerate, slander, or involve any confidential information, you can do whatever you want. After all, this is about Harbin, not Changchun or me. If it were about Changchun and me, I could still say a few words."

　Changchun's words reminded Lao Zhan, who said to Changchun, "By the way, Comrade Changchun. Last February, I had the idea of ​​writing a novel about you. At that time, I decided to title it "It's Kokang, It's also Changchun."

　But later, for various reasons, I was unable to start writing the novel in February. It was not until mid-April that I made up my mind to start writing this novel. As a result, the country suddenly made your existence public, so I gave up.

　At this point, Lao Zhan shrugged, expressing regret. But at the same time, he felt it was not a pity, because the living reality is always better than the virtual existence.

　"It doesn't matter. You can write it now, as long as it doesn't involve any confidential information or slander or insult others." Changchun said that as long as he pays attention to some matters, he doesn't mind.

　Old Zhan shook his head and said, "Forget it. I think if Comrade Changchun is interested, he could write a novel about himself, as if it were an autobiography. As for the title... you could use my title, 'It's Kokang, It's also Changchun.'"

　"Hmm..." Changchun thought for a moment and said, "It sounds good. I'll consider it if I have time. However, I'm very satisfied to know that there have always been people who care about our warships."

　Afterward, Changchun and the six boys began to talk about other things. It was mainly about the boys' curiosity about Kancolle as ordinary people. Changchun told the six of them all the non-confidential information.

　Time flies, and happy times are always short. Due to time constraints, Changchun had to return to the base camp. Finally, Changchun took a photo with the six boys and hurried back to the camp.

　As the seconds ticked by, the launch time drew closer. The four Anshan sisters had already set up their cameras and aimed them at the launch pad three kilometers away.

　As the ten-second countdown sounded on the mobile phone live broadcast, everyone at the scene held their breath and waited for the movement of the rocket.

　After the countdown ended, a large amount of smoke from the rocket ignition rose from the coconut grove. Under the recoil force of the strong tail flame, the Long March 5B rocket slowly rose into the air, causing everyone on the scene to exclaim.

　Ten

　Seconds later, the loud noise of the belated rocket launch disturbed the eardrums of everyone present, bringing an extremely strong sense of oppression.

　The rocket, trailing a long tail of smoke, took off vertically for half a minute and then began to turn, carrying the space dream of contemporary Chinese people and heading straight towards the distant space in the East.

　However, even in such a grand occasion, there are still people who fail to perform well.

　"Fuck, I didn't get it right!" - by a friend from Northeast China who was present at the event.

　Chapter 177 The Same Mess (2)

　Many people may think that Putin's suppression of the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia would be like this: Federal Security Service agents would kick open the headquarters of the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia, and then point guns at the senior leaders of the Liberal Democratic Party and forcibly drag them out one by one to a secret place.

　In fact, suppressing a faction must be a gradual process.

　Even in some ancient countries with a high degree of absolute monarchy, such as China, Tsarist Russia, and France, the emperor/king would first build momentum before suppressing a faction, gradually shaping a political situation that would be favorable to him, and then take action when the time was right; otherwise, it would be easy to backfire.

　Instead of just sharpening the knife, this was the practice in ancient monarchies, let alone modern countries.

　Putin is currently planning to draft an article to expose the Liberal Democratic Party's nature as a fake liberal democracy and a true far-right Nazi through public opinion guidance.

　This, however, puts Putin in a difficult position, because if he wants to expose the hypocrisy of the Liberal Democratic Party, he cannot avoid using Marxist theory. After all, when it comes to the depth of critical thinking in the social sciences, Marxism is second to none.

　However, using Marxism as a theoretical weapon to criticize the LDP is likely to alarm the general right wing. Without overwhelming power over all reactionary forces, it is dangerous to alert the enemy and create unnecessary complications.

　Especially since he is still cleaning up the mess in Ukraine, Putin definitely doesn't want any major trouble to happen in his country.

　This is exactly what Putin is worried about: he wants to expose the truth in depth, but he also doesn't want to frighten the right wing. He spent several days thinking about how to write this article, and the wastebasket under his desk was covered with a thick layer of ashes from burned manuscripts.

　After brainstorming, Putin decided to consult the opinions of the ship girls.

　After listening to Putin's difficulties and finishing his draft, Aurora suggested: "The bourgeoisie is most tolerant of Marxism in the field of natural philosophy. Using Marx's cognitive principles in the field of natural philosophy as theoretical support is not likely to alarm the enemy.

　However, it's best not to use the Soviet-era style of writing political papers, where theories are presented first and examples follow, as this can be rather stilted. It's recommended that the basic principles of Marxist philosophy be presented through examples and materials, rather than presenting abstract theories.

　This will not only lower the general right-wing's vigilance, but also make it understandable to the broad masses of the proletariat."

　Under Aurora's advice and guidance, Putin revised his article over and over again, and finally sent it anonymously to an unofficial mainstream media for broadcast.

　The article reveals relatively profound truths in easy-to-understand language and exposes the extreme nationalist nature of the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia under the normal veil.

　"Cyka blyat! Damn bastard!" Igor Lebedev slammed today's newspaper on the desk and cursed.

　Recently, this newspaper has published a lot of "rumors" about the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia, which has caused many people to talk about it and have expressed dissatisfaction with the Liberal Democratic Party.

　Igor Lebedev, Zhirinovsky's son and the party chairman since his father's death, was furious at the newspaper's description.

　He was very unwilling and angrily shouted in the office:

　"Bah! What extreme nationalism? What Nazism? Aren't we Russians the greatest nation in the world? Although our history is shorter than that of many ancient civilizations, we have become the world's second largest nation in less than a thousand years. Isn't this enough to prove that we are the greatest?

　I'm so pissed! Someone, gather all the party members and see if anyone has a good theory to refute this stupid view that demeans our Russian people! No matter what, we can't lose the war of public opinion!

　So, the next day, the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia issued a statement, fiercely attacking Putin's article. They called it a "sanctimonious bitch," a betrayal of the Russian nation, and a Russian traitor. They also accused Putin of boosting others' morale while undermining his own prestige.