It is Kokang and Changchun

　Oh, by the way, after I finish the manuscript, I'll also invite Javelin's kid. Javelin is quite active in this area, and he's teachable..."

　Just like that, after Chongqing hung up the communication with Sister Lin Xian, it contacted Changchun and prepared to collect materials to write an article.

　It’s a pity that I can’t watch Chongqing’s favorite TV series, “Yes, Prime Minister”, tonight. After all, using the pen as a gun to promote practice is much more meaningful than watching a few more episodes of political satires.

　Chongqing: "Hello, Changchun. Do you have any historical materials on religion? I'd like to pick out some representative ones."

　I only heard from Changchun

　A strong background voice said, "The new building is complete... Hey, don't worry, Changchun won't destroy it."

　Chongqing was confused. "What building is completed? Changchun, what are you talking about?"

　Then the sound came from Changchun again, but compared with the previous one, this time there was no sense of background at all.

　"No, no, no, Comrade Chongqing. That was the in-game voice. I'm playing Stellaris, and that was the voice from the advisor voice mod."

　Changchun clarified that she was playing Stellaris at the moment, and the advisory voice in Stellaris was Changchun's voice from the Creative Workshop. The voice Chongqing heard just now was this, not Changchun's own voice.

　Changchun paused the game, muted his computer, and asked, "Comrade Chongqing, are you looking for me?"

　"Yes."

　"What's going on?"

　Chongqing repeated what he said when the call was first connected.

　"Hmm...religion? What historical period would you like to learn about, Comrade Chongqing?"

　"All of them, try to pick something representative. For example, from the darkness of the medieval church, to the Renaissance and the Reformation, to the Enlightenment and the modern philosophical revolution."

　Changchun was a bit puzzled, scratching his head and replying, "You want so much at once, it's hard for me to choose... By the way, Chongqing sister, what do you want to know with all this information?"

　"It's mainly about understanding in detail the unity of church and state and the separation of church and state."

　"Okay, let me take a look for you."

　As he spoke, Changchun minimized the Stellar interface and opened the disk to search for and review suitable information.

　Half an hour later, Changchun finished reviewing and selecting, and sent all of them to Chongqing, saying, "I've picked out some representative ones for you. I hope they can help you."

　"Okay, thank you Changchun."

　Chongqing watched Changchun hand over the information and nodded with satisfaction. "We have the materials. The key now is how to transform them into theoretical weapons to convince our former comrades. As many as we can convince will win."

　Tonight, on this ancient land of China, there is a girl in a cheongsam with silver hair and a bun hairstyle, working hard by lamplight and staying up all night.

　Chongqing's inner thoughts: If I ever get the chance to go back home, I'll use my 152mm cannon to send all of you reactionary popes and officials to the skies one by one!

　Early the next morning, after staying up all night in Chongqing, I looked at the dozen or so pieces of letter paper in front of me filled with elegant and neat handwriting, and smiled with relief and satisfaction.

　After eight o'clock in the morning, Chongqing called Lin Xian at the agreed time, and Chongqing relayed the contents of the manuscript paper, and then Lin Xian took pen and paper to record it.

　The two of them finished the operation by noon. After finishing the operation, Lin Xian didn't even go to eat lunch. He hurried to the printing room and used the copier to make a copy for Javelin.

　During the online meeting in the afternoon, Chongqing's article, with the narration of Lin Xian and Javelin, played a significant role in convincing some of the ship girls whose positions were wavering.

　It was the change of flags by these few wavering shipgirls that allowed the faction that did not support canonization to win the vote. Otherwise, the British conservatives would have been in a state of retreat...

　After the vote came out, Elizabeth, on behalf of all the British ship girls, expressed her position to the government and politely declined the canonization.

　It's probably about praising first and then criticizing, but then stopping just enough. First, the importance of canonization is discussed in detail, and it is highly praised; then the topic is changed to say that we, the ship girls, are not worthy of the position and are not suitable to bear this title.

　Afterwards, Lin Xian thanked her fourth sister.

　"It's just a small effort. It's my duty to stop the evil deeds happening in my hometown." Chongqing replied while watering the roses he planted in the port area.

　After watering the flowers, she transplanted the newly bought poppies into the flower bed.

　At this moment, Zhao He's voice could be heard cursing from a distance. "Hmph! How dare you, British barbarians! You actually dared to plant poppies (poppies and poppies look similar). I caught you, right? Sure enough, you still have the will to destroy China!"

　Chongqing's smile froze instantly when he heard these familiar words of incitement. He put down the gardening tools in his hand with a forced smile and said to Lin Xian:

　"Sister, Fourth Sister has something that needs repairing, so I'll hang up first."

　"What are you repairing?"

　"This is a national chauvinist left over from the Qing Dynasty. That's it for now. Bye!"

　"???"

　Before Lin Xian could react, Chongqing cut off the communication.

　After the communication was cut off, he looked at Zhao He with a friendly expression, a closed ship-mounted umbrella in his hand, as if he was going to rush over and beat up the naughty kid.

　"Zhao He! Feeling itchy again, huh?! Just wait and see whether I can make your butt burst today or not!"

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　Port of Kiel, Germany

　Z23, having just finished training, returned to his room and gazed at the map of Europe on the wall, lost in thought.

　"We still can't let up. We want to make Germany great again and continue the unfinished Red Road. We must work even harder!"

　Compared to Tirpitz, who spends his days lying flat, content with the status quo, and playing various games, Z23 challenges himself every day to be honest in his words and deeds, to have sufficient strength, to have no regrets in his efforts, and to never slack off.

　Now Germany is using peaceful means to achieve what it could not achieve in the past through war - becoming Europe's largest economy and dominating the European Union.

　Z23 expressed satisfaction, but not quite. First, Z23 believed that the EU was a good thing, but it was a pity that its flag was blue instead of red.

　Second, although Germany is now the largest economy in Europe,

　But Germany's iron-blooded spirit has been completely castrated.

　Germany's revival requires not only material development but also spiritual development. We must grasp both sides, and both must be strong.

　Of course, the spiritual revival emphasized by Z23 is based on socialism, communism and Marxism, and is by no means the reactionary human-like ideologies of the past.

　Third, the methods used to strengthen Germany in the past have instead led to repeated losses and a severe loss of territory. This has left Berlin, a strategically important city, just a few dozen kilometers from the border. If war breaks out, this would be incredibly dangerous!

　Therefore, Z23 believes that although Germany II and Germany III were written to bring glory to Germany, they are actually a group of people who are smearing Germany and ruining its future.

　"The German Empire is a military despotism disguised as a parliamentary system, mixed with feudal survivals, influenced by the bourgeoisie, organized according to a bureaucracy and protected by the police." - Karl Marx

　Z23 fully agrees with the instructor’s opinion.

　"Only socialism can save Germany! As the birthplace of scientific socialist thought, how can we be worthy of the martyrs Marx and Engels if we don't enter socialism sooner?!" said Z23.

　However, Z23 did not simply return to the East German era. She knew that only incompetent people would look back and copy the past system.

　What she pursued was a down-to-earth socialist path that was in line with Germany's national conditions.

　"One day, I will take back what Germany has lost in a reasonable way."

　Z23 reached out and stroked the map of Europe, the birthplace of Königsberg, the German territory taken away by Poland after the war, and Austria in southern Germany.

　Chapter 185 Night at the Sea Manor

　Mar-a-Lago, Palm Beach, Florida, United States

　The manor is a 95-year-old mansion located on a small island off the coast. It is surrounded by the sea and connected to the land by only a bridge.

　The estate has changed hands several times throughout history and is currently owned by Donald Trump. It is used for residence, vacation, meetings, gatherings, state receptions, and even has some areas available for public rental.

　Now, this historic estate is bathed in a midsummer night sky, dotted with stars.

　However, in the waters surrounding the island where the manor is located today, there is a creature that looks like a human but is not human. To be more precise, this creature should be called the Deep Sea.

　"Wow--"

　This intelligence-type deep-sea pioneer poked his head out of the sea, and his vision, which was blurred by the water, became clear in a very short time as the water slid away.

　In her field of vision, with the sound of "beep, beep", green words quickly appeared line by line in the lower left corner, indicating the code name, time, place, people, etc. of the current mission.

　At this time, the superior's mental network communication came in and said to the deep sea:

　"No. 12315. According to reliable intelligence, there is a high probability that confidential U.S. official documents are contained in Trump's estate. It is initially suspected that these documents were taken from the White House by Trump when he left office.

　These confidential documents may be helpful to us. Your task now is to find these documents from the manor and then copy them and send them up. I have marked the possible storage location of the documents on the map for you.

　"I know, I know..." Number 12315 said impatiently. "You've told me so many times, I'm tired of it."

　"It's important to repeat it several times. Go and complete the task!"

　12315 was bored and had to reply sullenly: "Okay, okay, I'll do it right away."

　Then she drew the Webley MKVI Deep Sea Revolver from her waist and skillfully fiddled with it a few times. The extended hammer and folded barrel of the gun released the seawater from the cracks.

　After checking that the weapon was fine, she closed the gun, took a stealth posture, and slowly walked towards the shore with the pistol, approaching Mar-a-Lago.

　"What's so annoying about stealth? It's so satisfying to just charge in directly..." 12315 doesn't like this kind of stealth behavior. Compared to being an assassin, she prefers to be a berserker.

　Before the mission began, she had requested that Australia provide her with some deep-sea sentry equipment. It didn't have to be machine guns; submachine guns would also be acceptable.

　As a result, her superior scolded her: "What the hell is wrong with you at 12315? Are you going to the front line to fight or to infiltrate?"

　"The risk of infiltration is very high. If I am discovered, I will be surrounded by enemies. How can I break out at this time without some heavy firepower?" 12315 tried his best to reason with his boss.

　"Look, if I had a Vickers heavy machine gun or an MG08/15 heavy machine gun in my hand right now, facing the manor security team composed entirely of light infantry, it would be a deadly weapon..."

　Faced with the statement of 12315, the superiors were completely dismissive.

　"A security team armed only with police weapons is telling me it's high risk? Are you kidding me? Go where it's cooler!"

　The superiors directly rejected 12315 in various ways and only gave her a Webley revolver pistol that is suitable for all branches of deep-sea land combat vanguards.

　"Damn, this thing only has six shots... Really, it's better than nothing..."

　Complaints are fine, but things still have to be done.

　12315 used its own intelligence capabilities to easily evade the manor security team's patrols and monitoring systems, and went to the locations marked on the electronic map to check one by one.

　But her luck didn't seem to be very good. She searched four of the five locations marked on the map but found nothing.

　12315 complained, "Tsk, really unlucky today. I hope I can get something at the last point. Otherwise, the intelligence given by the higher-ups must be wrong."

　The deep-sea girl arrived at the last point. After checking that the surrounding environment was safe, she entered a room in the target building.

　This time, 12315 finally got something in return. She found more than a dozen suitcases containing relevant documents.

　She carefully examined the suitcases and found that they were just ordinary suitcases without alarm systems or other strange devices, so she opened them one by one.

　"This is..." The documents in one of the boxes caught the attention of 12315.

　Every document in this box is stamped with a red "Classified" seal.

　12315 was very satisfied and nodded, saying, "Very good, it seems the information is correct."

　As he spoke, 12315 took out each document and opened it up. Then he turned on the scanning function, preparing to scan each page of the document one by one, transcribe it into text and upload it.

　"Damn it, there's something wrong with the scanning system? I just used it two days ago." 12315 discovered that there was something wrong with his scanning system.

　After several minutes of debugging, it still didn't work. This sudden incident was something 12315 had not anticipated.

　After a long time of struggling, 12315, at her wit's end, made a bold decision: take all the confidential information away. She repacked the information and stuffed it into the storage space.

　[PS: The storage space of the Land Battle Deep Sea is similar to the ship's suitcase space, except that the former only has the volume of a large suitcase, while the latter's volume is calculated by weight, with the upper limit being the maximum displacement of the main body minus the empty displacement.]

　"OK, mission accomplished, prepare to evacuate!" 12315 left the room and prepared to evacuate Mar-a-Lago quickly according to the planned route.

　As she passed a green belt, a figure suddenly emerged from the bushes. Highly alert, 12315 immediately moved her right index finger from the trigger guard to the trigger, aimed in the unusual direction, and entered combat mode.

　A dog was seen gnashing its teeth at the deep sea with malicious intent. 12315 actually breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

　"It turned out to be just a dog. I thought it had been discovered..." 12315 was dismissive and dealt with it directly with mental suppression.

　The dog instantly felt a strong sense of oppression, as if there was a Tibetan mastiff in front of it, roaring and about to pounce on it. The dog was so scared that it immediately ran away with its tail between its legs.

　Although there was a minor incident, it was not serious. 12315 successfully evacuated Mar-a-Lago, completing their mission.

　What 12315 did not expect was that on the morning of the same day after the operation ended, Mar-a-Lago was once again visited abnormally. The only difference was that this time, the intruders broke into Mar-a-Lago violently through the main gate.

　That morning, the shrill sound of sirens broke the tranquility of the manor. Nearly 200 FBI personnel surrounded Mar-a-Lago and conducted a carpet search of every corner of the manor.

　At 10:00 p.m., a search team reported that they had found Trump's documents.

　"What? There are only ordinary documents and no confidential documents?" asked the inspector in charge of the operation.

　The search team looked at the boxes and documents before them and reported truthfully, "Yes, but there are several boxes in front of us, and only one is empty. We highly suspect that the empty box contains the confidential documents. As for why it's not here, it must have been moved ahead of time!"