It is Kokang and Changchun

　Chapter 23: The Daily Life of Three Expulsions (3)

　Compared to her sisters Anshan and Changchun, Taiyuan was much more quiet. Training and the like were far less satisfying to her than quietly reading her favorite books in her own little corner.

　Normally, Taiyuan was a very disciplined shipgirl, never delaying her wake-up call until 6:31 even if her alarm clock set her to 6:30. But today, Taiyuan wasn't woken by the alarm clock—she woke up before it did—but by the verbal abuse of Changchun downstairs, even though Taiyuan didn't hear clearly what her third sister was saying.

　Tai originally wanted to send a message to Sister Changchun to ask about the situation, but then he thought that since Sister Changchun was so angry, he decided to give up. It would be better to wait until she calmed down before asking her in person.

　"Let's go see if the captain is in." Taiyuan walked out of her room and found that the door of the captain's room was ajar. She walked forward and gently pushed the door open. The room was empty; it seemed that the captain got up earlier than her.

　Taiyuan thought the captain might have gone downstairs for morning exercise. She checked the dining room and kitchen, but found no signs of tampering.

　"Hmm... Captain, you probably haven't had breakfast yet. There should be some ingredients left over from yesterday's New Year's Eve dinner... Then I'll make it for you myself."

　Taiyuan immediately got to work, gathering the ingredients for breakfast from the refrigerator, Changchun downstairs, and Anshan across the hall. While borrowing ingredients from Changchun, he happened to see Changchun about to go out, so Taiyuan asked Changchun about the reason for the morning's verbal abuse.

　Changchun was about to tell the truth, but hesitated, thinking to herself, "Wait, if I tell Taiyuan the truth, then won't the image of me as a considerate and gentle elder sister in my younger sister's heart collapse? No, no! I have to make up a proper excuse to cover it up..."

　So Changchun's mind worked quickly and he quickly weaved together a logical story.

　"Ahem... Taiyuan, it's like this. Your sister and I had a very passionate dream. I dreamed that I traveled back to Stalingrad in 1942. Facing the fierce and crisp German devils that surged like a tide, I remained calm and fearless. I ran to a deserted place and directly deployed the ship's equipment. Four 130mm guns slowly advanced and fired a barrage at the German positions. Then, we used anti-aircraft guns and ship-borne fixed machine guns to fill the gaps, greatly reducing the exchange ratio between our side and the enemy.

　So, my sister's roar today was a declaration of war against the enemy, a representative roar of the wrath of all Soviet peoples of all ethnic groups. Comrade Lei Feng once said, "We should be as warm as spring to our friends, and as cold and ruthless as winter to our enemies..." I am just like Zhang Fei at Changban Slope, scaring off 100,000 Cao Cao soldiers with a single roar.

　Under Changchun's constant persuasion, and because Taiyuan himself was relatively simple-minded and trusted his sister, he did not doubt what Changchun said; instead, he showed awe and respect to his sister...

　After Changchun's youngest sister left, Captain Kong, who was in the restaurant, slowly put down the Reference News he was reading, revealing his face. He looked at Changchun, who was still looking pleased with her own cleverness, with a speechless look, and complained, "This girl's shamelessness... if she were used as armor steel in Hood's ammunition depot, it would definitely change history."

　Borrowed from Taiyuan

　After getting the ingredients, she went upstairs to finish making breakfast. If she was just making steamed buns, Taiyuan wouldn't have to run around to borrow ingredients, because she already had flour and yeast in her refrigerator. But Taiyuan was going to make bouillon cakes.

　Blini, called Блины in Russian, is a traditional Russian pancake. It is also a seasonal food for the traditional Russian festival - Maslenitsa, and comes in a variety of sweet and salty flavors and shapes.

　Taiyuan placed two cartons of pure milk, half a pound of flour, and six eggs next to the stove—these were the ingredients needed to make the pancakes. He then took out a clean bowl to use as a processing container.

　When everything was ready, Taiyuan beat all six eggs into a bowl, added a few spoonfuls of white sugar and appropriate salt and stirred; considering the captain's taste, Taiyuan controlled the amount of salt added.

　After the initial stirring, Taiyuan poured in some oil and continued stirring. At this time, the boxed pure milk soaked in boiling water was almost warm, so Taiyuan took the milk out of the boiling water, poured it all into the large bowl and continued stirring.

　Finally, add the flour and stir as in the previous two paragraphs. Generally speaking, the liquid in the bowl becomes thicker after adding the flour, and continuing to stir evenly in this situation will test the maker's muscle endurance. However, after all, Kancong is not a weak carbon-based flesh and blood. To Kancong, this thing is far from being insignificant.

　After the batter is mixed, heat the pan on the stove. Once the pan is hot, add a small amount of oil to the bottom. Pour the batter into the middle of the pan and swirl it around to distribute it evenly. When the pancake turns a golden brown, flip it over.

　Soon, the boulinari cakes were successfully baked. Taiyuan looked at the fruits of his labor and felt a small sense of accomplishment.

　"It's a pity there's no caviar... A boulanger without caviar always feels like it's missing something. I hope the Captain likes it."

　As he spoke, Taiyuan covered the Brin Cake dining table with the fly screen and called the captain to remember to keep an eye on the food on the table when he returned home.

　Then Taiyuan returned to his room, sat at his desk, and continued to flip through Das Kapital, which he had read yesterday. He gradually immersed himself in the ocean of books, taking notes as he read:

　“Labor, like commodities, has a dual nature: abstract labor produces exchange value, concrete labor produces use value…” —————————————————————————————

　Regarding the matter of equipping the computer, Changchun let Kong Siyu handle it herself, then closed the door and lay down on the bed, continuing to feel moved by what he had done to his youngest sister before going out.

　Suddenly, Changchun's expression gradually changed from a heartless smile to sadness and sorrow.

　"Speaking of the Soviet Union, alas... my former comrades, except for sister Anshan and Taiyuan, the others are probably also disintegrated along with that great alliance. And sister Fushun was also dismantled..." Changchun muttered to himself, and two lines of hot tears inadvertently slid down his cheeks.

　"Looking back on the past, those were such glorious years..." She began to recall the time when she was the flagship of the Soviet Red Navy's Pacific Fleet before coming to China.

　"In the year when the war was won, a Japanese ship came to our fleet. I think it was called the Reliance. Later it was renamed the Reliance. Not long before I came to China, it was used as a target ship and sunk. I don't know if it was salvaged and dismantled." Changchun recalled the only Japanese warship in the fleet at that time.

　"If only all the sisters in the Pacific Fleet back then had been like me..." Changchun turned on the radio and tuned to the channel he'd used to contact subordinate ships when he was flagship. With a blind cat looking for a mouse, he began to introduce himself and his former affiliation in his now-rusty Russian.

　"This is the flagship of the Soviet Red Navy's Pacific Fleet—the Type 7 Fury-class destroyer Daring. If you hear me, please answer. Repeat, I hear you."

　Changchun only called the channel once, and apart from Changchun's voice, it was as silent as the universe, with no echo.

　The guide lying on the bed shook his head and smiled bitterly, mocking himself: "Haha, it's just a dream after all?"

　Hope is something that often creeps up on you when you least expect it. Just when Changchun thought there would be no more old friends on this channel, a piece of broken flat-tongued Russian suddenly rang out. The voice was as energetic as Changchun's, but the tone was more childish.

　"Comrade Flagship... is that you? Is it really you? If you hear me, please answer me!"

　Changchun heard this voice and immediately sat up in bed. He confirmed, "You...are you Comrade Trust? Have you also become like me?"

　The voice on the other end of the radio replied, "My name is Shinrai. As my hometown says, I'm like the ship's 'Fukuei-shin' (Taiwanese for "Shinrai") now. Also, I'm currently under the control of the Russian Navy..."

　Chapter 24: The Daily Life of Three Expulsions (4)

　"No wonder, the place where you sank was so close to the Russian coastline, it's not surprising that you were discovered." Changchun

　After listening to Xinli's explanation of the ins and outs of her current situation, she said.

　Changchun then asked, "So what are you going to do next?"

　"Me? I just want to go home now. By the way, Comrade Flagship, I have some questions to ask you." Xinlai asked Changchun directly.

　"You say it."

　Xinlai sighed slightly and said, "I deeply realize that the war was wrong. Also, I am very interested in the theories of Comrade Flagship's motherland and have learned a lot from them. However, the series of dramatic changes that took place in Eastern Europe about 20 years ago made me feel very confused. That's why I came to ask you for advice." Xinlai hoped that Changchun could give her some guidance.

　Changchun got up from the bed, walked down and slowly sat down at the desk, looking at the red books on the bookshelf, feeling a lot of emotion.

　She took out a piece of scratch paper and a pen to clear up Xinli's doubts. "The reasons for this are very complicated to explain in detail, but generally speaking, you only need to know one thing. It's philosophically unconscionable and theoretically incorrect to always assume that human history will progress smoothly without major setbacks.

　…When we analyze the causes of disintegration and drastic changes, we must not be confined to superficial considerations… As for the theory of leader betrayal, Engels criticized it long ago… The fundamental cause of change in things is internal, not external, factors; external factors act through internal factors… (Over a thousand words omitted here; after all, this is not a political or philosophical essay. I’m afraid of the book fiasco and the potential for innuendo and criticism from some of my lunatic friends.)”

　After a long period of ideological work on his former subordinates in Changchun, Xinlai figured out many issues.

　"In addition to the original works of Marx and Lenin and Li Desheng's selected works, I also recommend you read the books of a man named Tokuda Kyuichi from your hometown. He is a steadfast and reliable comrade like us. Besides him, there are also Kawakami Hajime, Katayama Sen, Nosaka Sanzo, and others.

　For now, all you need to do is spread the word when you return home and rally everyone you can. If your former sisters from the Sixth Destroyer Fleet have also become shipgirls, you can start with them. In any case, make more friends and fewer enemies. I'm looking forward to the day when the red flag is raised at the Tokyo Imperial Palace...

　From now on, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me directly, and I'll answer them to the best of my ability. Let's keep in touch using this frequency. May you never again be accomplices of fascism in this life, but instead become communist fighters who protect the people."

　Changchun's careful and attentive guidance helped Xinli to clear her mind and see the light. Xinli expressed her gratitude to her former superior: "Comrade Qijian, thank you very much for your guidance! I think I have found the meaning of my existence. Only the socialist path can bring true salvation to Japan."

　After saying this, Xinli, who was temporarily detained in a room by the Russian military, bowed deeply towards the southwest with tears in his eyes.

　Changchun reminded: "We must adhere to basic principles and analyze specific issues specifically. However, we must also assess the situation and everything will change according to the time, place and conditions. In the process of revolution and construction, we must be vigilant against both rightism and 'leftism'."

　After the call, Changchun turned off the radio with relief. At this time, the door of Changchun's room was opened, and it was Captain Kong.

　Captain Kong placed an ID card and social security card on Changchun's desk and said, "I have good news for you. The identity information of the three of you sisters has been fully uploaded. Here are your ID cards. From now on, you are citizens of the People's Republic of China. And here is your social security card. Your monthly allowance and other benefits will be regularly deposited into this card."

　Changchun picked up the ID card Captain Kong gave her and looked at it carefully. All the basic identity information was printed on it.

　"In today's society, you can't take a single step without an ID card. Although you can apply for a new one, it's quite troublesome. It's better to have less trouble than more, so you must keep it well." Captain Kong added.

　Captain Kong explained some precautions and left Changchun's room, closing the door. After the captain left, Changchun took out her phone and downloaded all the "essential applications for the information society" that Kong Siyu had mentioned to her yesterday and registered accounts.

　With a "whoosh" sound, the door of the room was suddenly opened again, which startled Changchun. He turned his head and saw that it was the captain.

　"Well, Changchun, give me your ID card so I can get you a phone card." Captain Kong turned sideways outside, poked his head out from the crack in the door, and looked at the ID card on the desk.

　"Oh oh..." Changchun subconsciously picked up the ID card from the table and handed it to Captain Kong.

　"Bang!" There was a door closing sound, neither loud nor soft.

　After Captain Kong went out to get the card, Changchun went to Kong Siyu's room and asked her how to integrate into today's information society as quickly as possible.

　Kong Siyu made a mental calculation and said to Changchun, "Changchun, Steam and Bilibili are particularly important for your integration into the information society. If you want to play games in the future, remember not to play games like Honor of Kings and Game for Peace."

　Changchun was puzzled and asked, "Why? What's wrong with these two games?"

　Kong Siyu taught Changchun according to her aptitude and asked her to avoid these two games according to her preferences. She said, "Listen, the name of "Honor of Kings" sounds so feudal. And this "Peace Elite", in which the Mosin-Nagant can hit the upper body of a person at close range without killing them. 7.62x54mm full-power bullet is just like this? What's even more ridiculous is that you will find that the players who win in the end often have their game characters wearing bright red and purple flowers.

　Is there any way to fight a war like this?"

　After hearing Kong Siyu's description, Changchun, a veteran, frowned and grumbled in his Northeastern dialect, "What are you talking about? Let's not talk about Honor of Kings for now, let's talk about Game for Peace. A full-powered bullet hitting someone at close range doesn't just kill them, but they wear all this fancy clothes and go to a field battle, and they still think they can come in first? Isn't that ridiculous? This messed up place should just go bankrupt! I don't know who the idiot is that created this game, it's disgusting..."

　After Changchun finished complaining, he wrote these two games into his mental blacklist.

　"So, if we want to play, we should play relatively hardcore and realistic games, such as War Thunder. Unlike its competitors, World of Tanks and World of Warships, it does not have a health value setting. As for first-person shooters, Red Orchestra, Hell on Earth, Insurgency Desert Storm, Tactics Squad, etc. are highly recommended..."

　After Kong Siyu finished talking about games, she started talking about anime. When she talked about anime, she specifically mentioned an app and said to Changchun mysteriously, "Changchun, I also highly recommend this app, BiKa. You can learn a lot from it, and it's the kind that will help you remember everything you see. It can even teach you how to become a dua Lang."

　"What is it? Can you tell me about it?" Kong Siyu's riddle aroused Changchun's curiosity again.

　Kong Siyu shook her index finger, rejecting Changchun and said to him with a thoughtful expression: "You should know the story of the little horse crossing the river. I suggest you experience this kind of thing yourself so that you can empathize more deeply."

　After Changchun returned to her room, she searched Bika, but couldn't find the download path, so she skipped it and started downloading "Warship Girls" and "Azur Lane", installing them and registering game accounts.

　"Server... then you must choose a server with the same name~"

　"Hmm, it seems I still have some power in the port area. I'm in charge of distributing benefits to new recruits, hehe~"

　Changchun smiled with satisfaction as he looked at himself next to the seven-day login gift for new players.

　The event carousel on the Hong Kong section's homepage caught Changchun's attention. She clicked on it. "Looks like there's another event? Hmm...ah! This should be Sister Anshan, right? It looks like it won't be easy to get. I need to earn 1500...points?"

　The event has been running for five days now, and many Kanku players, especially veterans and hardcore gamers, are diligently working their way through the map to meet the requirements for obtaining Anshan. Of course, there's one exception: even a casual player managed to obtain Anshan. For her, the steps? Simply open the door and run to the house across the street.

　"Sister, isn't that right? I can get you without going through any levels, and you're still alive! Hehehe~" Changchun hugged Anshan's chest face to face and acted coquettishly, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

　Anshan wanted to break free from Changchun's embrace, but they were ships of the same class and it had no advantage in strength, so it couldn't break free and had to give up.

　"Yes, yes, Changchun, even if I don't sign in for seven days, it's still the same..."

　At this moment, a playful call came from Changchun's mind - "Changchun, I am Lian Ki, come out and let mom see me. I am now on your body, don't play hide-and-seek~"

　Chapter 25: The Daily Life of Three Expulsions (5)

　Qingdao is always bustling during major holidays. The Zhanqiao Park is packed with tourists who come to enjoy the scenery, and even the nearby Naval Museum is no exception.

　According to locals, the Naval Museum recently brought in the vessels from Taiyuan and Changchun, which had been restored to their original state. This delighted many who were concerned about the disappearance of the Anshan-class vessels. On the first day of the museum's reopening, many people came with concern and curiosity.

　At the ticket window on the left side of the east entrance of the museum, the ticket seller is greeting tourists who want to buy tickets to enter the museum.

　A mechanical female voice rang out: "Alipay payment has arrived - thirty yuan."

　The conductor skillfully tore the ticket from the ticket book and handed it to a young woman who was buying a ticket outside the window.

　After getting the ticket, the young woman quickly left the ticket buying line and walked into the museum gate.

　After entering the gate, she strolled on the cement road leading from the East Gate to the dock on the shore. The surrounding scenery did not make her want to stop and linger, including various types of military fixed-wing aircraft, helicopters and various weapons parked on the lawn on the left side of the end of the road.

　The young woman's purpose was very clear - she came specifically to see the Anshan-class destroyer. For this purpose, she even turned down today's manuscript and flew from Shanghai to Qingdao.

　At the dock, the young woman admired the graceful shape of the Anshan-class ship and suddenly felt like painting. Unfortunately, she didn't bring any sketching supplies with her, and it would be very troublesome to use a digital tablet to draw.

　The bustling warship prevented this young woman with mild social anxiety from boarding the ship immediately, but she chose to hang around nearby.

　Just as a noisy classroom can suddenly become quiet without warning, the number of tourists visiting the ship gradually thinned out. Taking advantage of this small crowd, the young woman boarded the Changchun destroyer.

　Several years ago, she had taken the initiative to learn about this ship due to a work assignment, so although it was her first time on board the Changchun, she was not unfamiliar with it.

　Now, she was looking around the warship, from bow to stern, from deck to superstructure, feeling a little bit

　wonderful.

　"This warship is obviously over 80 years old, but it is still new and beautiful, just like a beautiful girl just out of the bath." The young woman whispered softly.

　She looked around and found that there were no tourists nearby and no one was paying attention to her. She, who had a mild social phobia, breathed a sigh of relief.

　A young woman stroked the outer wall of Changchun's bridge. Her previous expression of melancholy vanished, replaced by a vibrant WeChat message. She called out, "Changchun, Changchun. I'm Lian Ki. Come out here so I can see you. I'm in your original form right now, so don't play hide-and-seek. I'm sure the relevant authorities have already told you that I'm the artist behind your game character."

　After he finished speaking, there was no response except the sound of waves, the cries of seagulls taking off, and the whistle of a distant cargo ship.

　"Aren't you going to come out? I wanted to leave some for you. If you don't come out, mom will eat all the fries." As she said that, Lian Ki raised the half-pack of fries in her hand and was about to take a few and put them in her mouth.

　At this moment, a hatch next to Lian Ki with a sign saying "Restricted area of ​​the ship, no entry for tourists" suddenly opened, and an inexplicable force pulled her into the hatch. Then, in the dim cabin, Lian Ki felt the French fries in her hand being snatched away, and heard the unique crunching sound of fried food being chewed in the mouth.

　The figure in the darkness snapped his fingers, and the cabin's lights came on. Lian Ki could now clearly see a young Russian woman with silver hair and red eyes standing with her legs apart. She was wearing a sailor shirt and shorts, holding the fries she had snatched from her earlier.

　Before Lian Ki could speak, Shao Luo realized that her clothes were a bit inappropriate.

　"Oh, why did I bring this outfit from home? I forgot to change..."

　As she spoke, Shao Luo began to be wrapped in blue light all over her body. Within a few seconds, the light disappeared, and the cool sailor shirt and shorts were replaced by a dark blue sailor suit (illustration).

　Looking at the "Creator" who had given her a human form, Changchun felt a sense of mischief. She pretended to be mysterious and superior, and asked:

　"That's right, this ship is me. I am the Changchun. The one who summoned me—'Hanuki'—is that you? Did you know that summoning ghosts comes at a price? Humph~ I'm made of steel. Do you think half a bag of French fries can make me summon you..."

　While talking in Changchun, Lian Ki put down his backpack and took out three more bags of KFC fries, then two bags of Dicos thick fries, and finally put two cups of mashed potatoes on the ground, and considerately put a disposable plastic spoon on the cup.

　"Mom!" Changchun finally fell in love with Potato.

　"Ah, my dear daughter. Tsk tsk, it's exactly like the illustration~"