It is Kokang and Changchun

　"So it's for drinking..." Jinan understood. It felt amazing to see his milk being drunk by someone in front of him.

　Changchun shook his head and said, "That's too narrow-minded. For me, I only use my own to make puddings, popsicles, cakes, breads, and other desserts."

　When Jinan heard this, his jaw dropped. How the hell can you play like this?

　People are very curious. The more inexplicable something is, the more they want to get to the bottom of it. Jinan couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste?"

　"That's fantastic!" Changchun said excitedly. "I sent it for testing, and it shows much higher levels of protein and calcium than cow's milk, much lower in fat, and much higher in other beneficial ingredients."

　Jinan stopped Changchun. "Wait, didn't the lab technician get suspicious?"

　Changchun: "After the test results came out, a technician asked me what kind of milk it was. I laughed it off and said it was a newly developed high-quality milk, so they didn't pursue the matter any further."

　Jinan stuttered again, "So, do you eat all your dairy products by yourself?"

　At this time, Changchun put on a teaching face and said, "Comrade Jinan, we Communists share happiness and hardship with the people. How could I eat alone?"

　I not only gave it to Anshan, Fushun and Taiyuan, but I also gave it to the captain's family to taste. Of course, I didn't say it was made with my milk.

　Guess what? They all gave it a very high rating. The captain, in particular, was full of praise. He said the cake had a special Changchun flavor for some reason. Perhaps she had poured all her heart and soul into it.

　Jinan: “…”

　Jinan's inner thoughts: [Based on the wolfish nature that Changchun Senior showed in bed just now, if Captain Kong was still young, I wouldn't be surprised if Changchun Senior climbed into the Captain's bed, ripped off his clothes, and fed him the drink directly... (White Hat Patrol's Death Stare.jpg)

　Are all Russian ships this terrifying in this regard? Or is Senior Changchun the only exception...?]

　"Hey, Jinan, what are you thinking about?" Changchun saw Jinan lost in thought, patted her shoulder and greeted her.

　"No...it's okay." Jinan said perfunctorily.

　"I'm glad you're okay..." Changchun stared at the large transparent plastic bowl filled with Jinan milk and smiled slightly.

　"Milk is just one of them... Our shipgirl bodies still have many mysteries~"

　As he spoke, Changchun suddenly pounced on Jinan again, and the four big pieces of tofu of the two were pressed tightly together, the four cherries collided repeatedly, and the two tender tongues entangled.

　"Comrade Jinan, let us continue our search for truth!"

　“Changchun…ah…let me…ah…rest…for…a…minute…!”

　"Comrade... time is precious, life never ends, and the fight never ends! Ugh... yes, the pursuit of truth... ahh~ must never slack off... ahaha~!"

　……

　(To be continued)

　Chapter 181: European Battleship Girls (9)

　Port of Cherbourg in northern France

　In an office in the port area, a gorgeous figure wearing a white French Navy women's uniform sat at a desk.

　On the bookshelf behind him, the longest frame in the middle is filled with a model of the light cruiser Joan of Arc.

　After putting down the last document, she put the cap on the pen in her hand and put it back into the pen holder.

　"Finally done." Joan of Arc got up from her comfortable leather office chair and paced around the office, stretching her limbs to relax herself.

　Although her limbs were relaxed, her mind was still not relaxed. Joan of Arc was still thinking about various things.

　What Jeanne is concerned about and worried about is the strength of France's shipgirls. Now, because of the strength of France's shipgirls, France's position in Western Europe and the European Union has gradually become awkward.

　For countries like Germany and Italy, especially Germany, the emergence of KanColle has added icing on the cake to their status in the European Union and made them more confident.

　This makes France feel that its position as the leader of the European Union (from the perspective of comprehensive national strength) is about to be shaken.

　Of course, France will not sit idly by. As mentioned in the previous chapter, the Macron government has made great efforts and gone through untold hardships to communicate with the parliament, the people and the upstream and downstream companies related to shipbuilding, and has begun to work hard to build ships.

　However, some groups might be furious. The French Army and French Air Force: "What? To fund a major navy expansion, they're cutting 30% of my military budget? Is there any justice in this world?"

　At that time, the army and air force were very angry about this matter.

　But when the ship girls came out one after another, the attitudes of the army and the air force suddenly changed 180 degrees.

　The navy showed off to the landing and air force, "Look at that naughty, cute and lively fantasy! Isn't that white butt fragrant?"

　The army and air force drooled and said in unison, "Delicious!"

　Navy: "Isn't the lazy, soft, and vicious white silk beautiful?"

　"nice!"

　"Aren't the stigmata and armor on Miss Jeanne handsome?!"

　“Sexy and handsome!”

　"In that case, why not spend money to see beautiful women?"

　After the seduction, the navy began to reason: "As everyone knows, the ship girls can go ashore. When your army and air force encounter a difficult position in the battle, these girls will

　It will help you greatly.

　Especially the battleships. The firepower of the battleship girls alone is equivalent to that of a combined division! Not to mention their combat effectiveness! So in the long run, a large-scale naval construction will ultimately benefit the entire army... (5000 words omitted below)"

　In this way, the opinions of the army and air force were settled by the navy in a strange way.

　"Alas, although the Macron government is working hard, it is still not fast enough..." Joan of Arc sighed worriedly.

　Joan of Arc looked out the window at the white warships in the distance, then turned back to gaze at the portrait of Richelieu (a historical figure) hanging on the wall. It just so happened that Joan of Arc also thought of the battleship Richelieu currently under construction in the dock.

　At the beginning, there were two factions in the French government regarding the construction of Richelieu; one faction advocated replicating the Richelieu battleship, and the other faction advocated directly building the PA-NG Richelieu aircraft carrier.

　After careful consideration, the French government finally adopted the former's opinion.

　"Those who advocate building the Richelieu aircraft carrier have too many uncontrollable risks. Taking too big a step will only lead to failure. I don't want to see the aircraft carrier being built but the Richelieu not being built. How can we explain this to the people and the parliament then?" - Macron's comments on the aircraft carrier faction.

　Thinking of Joan of Arc of Richelieu, she secretly encouraged herself in her heart. "Don't worry, Monsieur Richelieu. Before you come out, I will take care of the other sisters for you and protect France!"

　My name carries so much, the spirit and pride of the French nation. Even if the worst happens and you fail to become like me, I will never run away! Because this is my mission!

　Joan of Arc was determined and expressed her utmost loyalty to France. Her passionate words illuminated the stigmata on her body.

　However, Joan of Arc was now wearing a navy uniform, and the stigmata were covered. Otherwise, if the fluorescent stigmata were seen by devout believers who were unaware of the situation, they would probably kneel down and worship her as a god.

　"Just because a few wars were lost in history, countless ridiculous jokes and imps have been created! These people don't understand anything!"

　A blue beam of light gradually appeared in Joan of Arc's palm, then transformed into the outline of a rapier. After the blue light dissipated, a slender rapier with a golden guard appeared in Joan of Arc's right hand.

　"No one cares about the bloody first battle, but the quick surrender in the second battle will be known to the whole world..." Joan of Arc was slightly angry, swung her sword and stabbed forward.

　The swift swordplay was clean and sharp, extremely aggressive. It was as if the person before her wasn't air, but a milk magic imp that filled Jeanne with hatred.

　"Huh? Who? What does she want from me?" Joan of Arc received a call on her communication channel. She checked and found it was Hood.

　Although she was not very willing to answer the call, Joan of Arc still answered it out of courtesy.

　"Hello, Miss Jeanne~" A voice that was elegant, calm and gentle sounded from the other end.

　Jeanne frowned slightly and replied, "Hello, Ms. Hood, what can I do for you?"

　"We have something that may be good news for you and France. If you don't mind, would you like to hear it?" Hood said to Joan of Arc with a hint of mystery.

　"If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush." ​​Joan of Arc didn't like Hood's roundabout words.

　Hood stood on his watchtower, looking out to the sea in the southwest, which was also the direction of Cherbourg Port.

　Gusts of sea breeze ruffled Hood's golden hair and the Union Jack shawl on his coat. Hood told Joan of Arc the situation:

　"The United Kingdom government recently came up with a plan to provide some assistance to your country's large-scale construction projects."

　"What?" Joan of Arc was puzzled and surprised when she heard this. She knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

　"What do you want to do?" Joan of Arc replied to Hood in an emotionless tone.

　Hood still maintained an elegant smile and said, "Miss Jeanne, look at the past year or so. Germany and Italy have suddenly produced a lot of shipgirls. But your sisters are still very few. The rest will have to wait for a long time for construction. Don't you feel very stressed?"

　If war breaks out, no one can predict whether history from less than a hundred years ago will repeat itself..."

　"Heh..." Jeanne chuckled bitterly. "So, you're here to help us expand our fleet?"

　"Yes," Hood admitted.

　Joan of Arc gave him a disdainful look and quipped, "Your true intention is to create a European balance, right? Don't think I don't know your true purpose!"

　Hood frowned slightly, expressing regret. "Alas, it's not good to think so badly of others and make subjective assumptions."

　"You say I'm subjective?" Joan of Arc saw Hood's politeness as provocative, so she gave a cold reply:

　"Anyone with a little knowledge of history knows that your notoriety as a troublemaker in Europe is well known from Portugal to Russia."

　"Oh, don't be like that. Didn't we and your country plan to jointly develop aircraft carriers in the first few years of this century?" Hood tried to persuade Joan of Arc.

　Jeanne rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but then the contract fell through and we parted ways. Your arrogant and headstrong Majesty is a product of that split."

　Queen Elizabeth: Hey! Damn frog! Who are you calling arrogant and willful? (The idiot who tried to jump onto the set to reason was pushed back offstage by the author)...

　"Pfft..." Hood almost couldn't help laughing, he straightened his expression and started to talk.

　Reason: "The treaty was blown because of the change of government in your country, not because of the historical grudges between the two countries."

　In order to persuade Jeanne, Hood tried to retreat in order to advance. "Even if we really want a balance of power, you actually benefited, didn't you?"

　"In my opinion, it's just sweet talk." Joan of Arc thought this was a trick used by Hood to fool her.

　In order to end the discussion on a good note and avoid damaging relations between the two countries, Joan of Arc continued, "Admittedly, all of the above are just my personal opinions and have nothing to do with the attitude of the French government. Furthermore, I cannot make the final decision on such matters. Please call the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the French Republic or the Elysee Palace."

　Also, I'm curious. You don't seem to have the final say on this matter, do you? Why are you discussing this with me?"

　Hood said, "I'm just a messenger. I got the information from the government. I thought it would be helpful to you, so I shared it with you."

　Joan of Arc still felt that there must be something fishy going on. Britain must want to gain something from this. It all depends on how Hood or the British officials talk to the French officials.

　"It would be great if it was Elizabeth who called this time instead of this old lady. If it was Elizabeth, she could have made me happy a little..." Joan of Arc complained gloomily after the call ended.

　"But no matter what, Britain still has to be on guard!" After saying that, Joan of Arc waved her white arm, and the tip of her sword pointed directly at Great Britain on the map.

　Chapter 182 The Oligarchs’ Conspiracy

　Somewhere in western Russia, a group of well-dressed people were discussing something. They were wearing clothes that made them look like people who held high social status.

　"What on earth does Putin want to do?! The new policies of the past few months always give me a bad feeling!" a pot-bellied man complained angrily.

　"Look, it's normal for him to support collective enterprises, strengthen and protect the rights of workers and trade unions in enterprises, and compete with us to acquire bankrupt small and micro enterprises and carry out collectivization reforms...

　And extending an olive branch to the left-wing and left-wing parties in the country, this operation is very strange! "

　The other one, who was a little thinner, sat on a high-end leather sofa worth RMB 100,000, gently shaking the highball glass in his hand.

　The high-end red wine inside swayed back and forth, sparkling and shining under the illumination of the gold-inlaid crystal chandelier on the top.

　After taking a sip, he joined the ranks of critics and complainers. "Hmph! Everyone knows what's in Sima Zhao's mind! Putin must be trying to bring the old Red Devil back to Russia! After all, he was once one of them. These reforms are probably just his first steps!"

　"So what should we do? Get rid of Putin secretly?" asked another middle-aged man wearing many precious metal rings.

　The man drinking red wine sneered and said, "Do you think that damn Putin spent his time in the KGB for nothing? Assassinating him is as difficult as the CIA assassinating Castro, isn't it?

　I once hired several assassins to kill Putin, but he evaded them all. There was even one assassin who was killed by Putin himself...

　As for the most recent assassination attempt, it was the one that came closest to success. The assassin had his Mosin-Nagant M38 ready, waiting for Putin to come out and shoot him in the face, but the woman named Aurora broke through the door and caught the assassin red-handed before he could fire.

　Luckily, the killer was very stubborn and didn't reveal any key information, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here today. These ship bitches! They ruined my business! This goddess of dawn (Aurora) is a demon crawling out of hell! They're deceiving all of Russia into believing in a red ideology that will only bring disaster!

　Men who drink red wine hate this very much.

　When it comes to KanColle, everyone unanimously feels disgusted.

　The man with rings all over his body cursed, "That's right! Ever since these women on the ship got closer and closer to Putin, our lives have become worse than before!"

　Last year, these bastards beat up Gorbachev, the man who brought us a better life!"

　"Yeah, you can only judge a person by his appearance, not his heart. I never thought that after all these years, Putin would actually be a red-head! After firing on the Liberal Democratic Party, it will probably be our turn."

　Everyone present missed the Yeltsin era when the Soviet Union had just collapsed and the red flag had just fallen. It was an era when oligarchs and wealthy people could do whatever they wanted.

　After the anger was vented, only melancholy silence remained.

　At this moment of despair, another man in a suit and glasses finally lost his patience and said, "Gentlemen, since no one wants to see this, I think we can plan a coup!"

　"Coup? Do you think we don't want to overthrow Putin? Now the Federal Security Service is basically in Putin's hands, what should we do?" The oligarch with a ring criticized the fantasy of the oligarch in glasses and a suit.

　The oligarch, who was drinking red wine, said, “Although I am reluctant, I have to admit that Putin made a brilliant move. He first started the Russo-Ukrainian war, tied us to the chariot, and stood on the moral high ground, leaving us with no way to proceed.

　Putin is using denazification and demilitarization as an excuse to attack Ukraine, and we cannot openly oppose him in this situation, otherwise he could easily accuse us of treason.