He wanted to resign as Chairman of the Central Military Commission and said he wanted to return to work in the KGB.

 But Putin's prestige in the military is too high, and the Soviet Union is now at war, so it is difficult for him to resign from the position of Chairman of the Central Military Commission.

 After careful consideration by the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Russia, Putin currently still retains the position of Chairman of the Central Military Commission and concurrently serves as Chairman of the State Security Committee of the Soviet Union (i.e., the KGB).

 【Back to the discussion of the mod production team】

 “…So you still haven’t decided who to choose for the head of state portrait?” The production team leader sighed.

 Then he said, "I have a suggestion. How about adding them all in? When the Soviet Union is established in the game, a pop-up message will appear, allowing players to choose one of the three to become the head of state."

 As soon as this was said, the other members immediately praised him. "Yeah, why didn't we think of that?"

 "In this case, should Aurora use anime pictures or real-life pictures?" Production team member A raised his hand and asked.

 The production team leader said, "Of course I want to choose all of them. I can set it up so that I can choose between a two-dimensional or three-dimensional avatar by clicking on it. Is it really necessary to ask such a simple question?"

 "Is it possible to give the three characters different characteristics to bring different buffs? For example, Aurora can have a bonus to stability and navy." Production team member C suggested.

 "You can draw inferences about other situations. I like people like you, brother." The production team leader was very happy.

 After the discussion and decision on the Soviet head of state in the game, the production team also discussed the addition of KanColle elements to other aspects of the mod, such as generals, advisors, their skills, traits, and the buffs they bring.

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 From the second day after the Soviet Union's liberation, the Four Heavenly Kings wrote applications to their superiors and went to the Soviet Union as volunteer soldiers to support the revolution.

 However, the application was intercepted and rejected by Fleet Commander Zhang Zhaozhong.

 "Comrade Changchun, I understand your feelings, but this war is Russia's internal affairs, not a war against invaders. If it were the latter, it would be entirely possible to consider it, but unfortunately the reality is the former. You must know that we cannot interfere in the internal affairs of other countries."

 Zhang Zhaozhong fully understood the proletarian internationalist spirit of his four little ones, but because of the nature of the war and the principle of non-interference in the internal affairs of other countries, the bureau chief had to reject Anshan and their application.

 After being rejected, the Four Heavenly Kings did not give up, but redrafted their application and would not give up until they returned to their hometown to support the revolution.

 Later, because Anshan had to attend the 20th National Congress as a representative of the Kancolle Party, the matter of redrafting the application was temporarily shelved.

 Now, after the closing of the 20th National Congress, Anshan slowly walked out of the Great Hall of the People, planning to spend the afternoon in the hotel with Chongqing to digest the minutes of the day's meeting, and then consider how to draft an application to go to the Soviet Union to support the revolution.

 Anshan, who had been away from Qingdao for eight days, began to miss his sister. "I wonder if Fushun is studying and training seriously?"

 The next day, I flew back to Anshan, Qingdao, and met K-21 and S-56 who came to China, and gave them warm greetings.

 "How is it? Are you used to living in China?" Anshan asked.

 K-21 and S-56 were full of praise for China. S-56 said, "To be fair, China is indeed not as strong as Russia today in many aspects. It always makes me feel like we have reversed historical roles."

 K-21 felt mixed emotions and sighed, "Thirty years has seen such dramatic changes... I admit that the Soviet Union was a bit louder in its comments to China in the past."

 "Comrade Anshan, I have a question," S-56 said to Anshan. "Do you think the Soviet Union can become great again and return to its peak national strength?"

 Anshan raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and said, "Of course. Even if Russia's start is bad now, it's still ten or even nine times better than China's start in 1978. As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

 If the Chinese comrades can do it well, why can't the Russians do it too? Surrendering before the battle is not the psychological quality a Communist or a soldier should have, my old comrade.

 There is an old Chinese saying: "When a car reaches a mountain, a road will always be found; when a boat reaches a bridge, it will naturally straighten itself out." Marxist philosophy teaches us that development is the inevitable trend of the movement of things, so we should cultivate a spirit of revolutionary optimism.

 Anshan spoke in fluent, eloquent, and uninterrupted voice, his Russian babbling accompanied by his distinctive tongue-twitching sounds, pouring out the insights of his Marxist-Leninist mentor to the two submarines.

 Facing Anshan's lecturing, K-21 complained to S-56 in a private chat: "I say, we are indeed sisters cut from the same cloth. In this respect, you are similar to Comrade Kokang, you have so many profound truths..."

 S-56 shook his head silently and said, "They are all ships of the same class, but Thundering, Majestic, Sharp (Fushun), and Zealous (Taiyuan) don't like to preach..."

 Of course, K-21 and S-56 have never seen Chongqing's eloquence. Although Chongqing's theoretical level is not as good as Changchun and Anshan, it can still confuse Anshan and Changchun in debates.

 Debate is not just about theoretical level and knowledge reserves, but more about your adaptability, logical thinking and language expression ability.

 The atmosphere of ancient Greek democracy (although it was a democracy belonging to adult male slave owners) created the brilliant spiritual and cultural achievements of the ancient Greeks, one of which was debate and rhetoric.

 Similarly, bourgeois democratic traditions and atmosphere are relatively deep

 Britain is a country with a thick stomach (just look at the House of Commons which is like a vegetable market), so there is naturally no shortage of people who are good at speaking.

 As Chongqing is a ship girl with British nationality (note that it is nationality, not household registration), and she grew up in the UK, it is natural for her to be eloquent.

 In short, when it comes to debating the original texts of Marx and Lenin, Chongqing cannot compete with Anshan or Changchun. However, when it comes to debating very specific issues, Chongqing can outperform Anshan and Changchun.

 That evening, after Changchun finished his meal, he was taking a walk on the playground in the port area when he received a phone call.

 "It's the Captain." Changchun saw that the caller ID was Captain Kong and answered the call.

 After a round of greetings like "Have you eaten?", Captain Kong got to the point: "Changchun, how come the steamed buns you ordered last time don't taste the same?"

 "What buns?"

 Captain Kong said, "It's the milk-flavored steamed bun you made last time. It's delicious. Aren't you in the camp now? Captain, I missed the taste of those steamed buns, so I bought the ingredients and made them myself.

 But no matter how I make it, it's never the same as yours. It never tastes the same. It always feels a little bit worse than what you made that day, and it doesn't help with fatigue."

 Changchun was stunned for a moment, his eyes becoming vague. Because the milky steamed buns the captain mentioned last time were made from the milk Changchun secreted during her orgasm!

 When Captain Kong ate it for the first time, he found it very delicious and asked Changchun how it was made. Changchun laughed and said that it was just an ordinary steamed bun with some milk added.

 So the Captain is using regular milk today, so naturally he can't make it taste that way...

 As for what Captain Kong just said about "relieving fatigue and exhaustion", it was because after eating Changchun's milk-flavored steamed buns that day, Captain Kong felt like he was ten years younger, with more energy. He even did a few more push-ups during exercise.

 At this point, Changchun's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and she didn't dare to tell the truth to Captain Kong.

 She knew that if Captain Kong wanted to know the truth, being spanked by the Seven Wolves would be the best outcome. Under normal circumstances, it would be more likely that the captain would report her to the military and she would receive a serious warning.

 Changchun organized his words and responded guiltily, "Uh... this... is because... that's because this is Changchun's unique secret recipe! What do you think? Isn't Changchun amazing? Hahaha~"

 "A secret recipe? What secret recipe? Captain, learn it too, and make it for you and Siyu."

 "This……"

 Well, no matter what, Changchun must find a way to get by today.

 Chapter 212 Comrades from Hometown

 After the 20th National Congress, she returned to Qingdao from Chongqing half a day later than from Anshan. During the extra half day, she visited a British comrade who had lived in Beijing for a long time.

 This fellow villager and comrade came from a prominent background. He and his parents were all members of the Communist Party of Great Britain, and his parents had made significant contributions to the Chinese revolution and socialist construction.

 Ke Makai's mother exchanged letters with 586 in 2016 and was invited to attend the 95th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China.

 As she is over 100 years old, she could not go in person and had to ask her son Ke Makai to do it for her.

 "Ding-dong-"

 "Hey, here I come." An elderly man in his 70s who was taking care of his mother stood up and walked quickly towards the door.

 When the old man opened the door, he saw a young woman with delicate features and silver hair standing outside, dressed in a willow-green cheongsam. She possessed the elegance of an English lady, yet also possessed the grace of a Jiangnan beauty. While her golden eyes were a strange color, her overall appearance was remarkably natural.

 Seeing the old man open the door, the young girl approached him warmly and politely and said, "Hello, are you Comrade Michael Crook? Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call you Ke Makai?"

 Ke Makai looked at the girl in front of him and suddenly remembered that he had seen her on TV. When he was watching Sichuan News, the beautiful figure who was active in the front line of Luding earthquake relief was the one in front of him.

 Ke Makai showed a friendly smile and replied: "Yes, hello. You are the Chongqing comrade, right? I have seen you on TV. Thank you for your rescue of the people of Sichuan and your contribution to the development of the People's Navy."

 "No, no, compared with your family's contribution, my contribution is nothing." After more than a year in Chongqing, China, I also learned the Chinese style of humility.

 "Come in and sit down and chat."

 "Well, thank you."

 Afterwards, at the welcome of Makai, Chongqing took a seat with Makai in the living room.

 Upon entering, Chongqing saw an elderly woman in a wheelchair in the living room and asked Ke Makai, "Is this your mother?"

 "Yes, she is my mother - Elizabeth Crook." Komaki confirmed.

 Elizabeth Crook saw her son leading a strange girl in and asked slowly, "Are there any guests? Little girl, who are you..."

 Ke Makai immediately introduced Chongqing to his mother, saying, "This person is a comrade just like you, and we are both fighting for the cause of communism."

 "Oh, you're gay..." Elizabeth Crook slowly raised her head, looked at the slightly childish Chongqing with wide eyes, and said, "Little girl, you came to China from Europe to study, right?"

 Chongqing thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm from Europe, yes. But I'm not here to study. I'm here to teach, permanently. I'm a Chinese citizen."

 "Teaching?" Elizabeth Crook became interested in this one in Chongqing.

 Chongqing nodded.

 Similar to you and your husband. At the same time, thank you and your husband for your great contribution to English teaching in New China and for training a large number of foreign language talents for New China. "

 "Thank you, young comrade, I'm very happy." Unlike Chongqing, which has become Chinese and reserved in this regard, Elizabeth Crook still retains the Western attitude of accepting compliments from others.

 "You just said that you are like me...you also teach English?" Elizabeth Crook asked.

 "Comrade Chongqing does more than just teach English. He serves in the People's Navy, doing more than military teaching and training," Ke Makai explained to his mother.

 Elizabeth Crook was surprised and said, "He's an officer at such a young age?" In Elizabeth Crook's eyes, Chongqing was just a young girl.

 Ke Makai felt the need to explain Chongqing's background to his mother. He softly asked Chongqing, "Comrade Chongqing, let me briefly introduce you to my mother and tell her about your... unique identity. This isn't confidential, is it?"

 "Have you told your mother that I'm a ship girl?" Chongqing shook his head and then nodded and said, "This isn't confidential, go ahead."

 After Chongqing agreed, Ke Makai began to lay the groundwork: "Mum, this Chongqing comrade is very special. You can't judge her by the average human standard."

 "Human?" Elizabeth Crook noticed her son's choice of word. Although "human" can also refer to people in English, it is generally used more to refer to the human group.

 "Yes..." Ke Makai organized his words, trying to figure out how to explain it to his mother in a way that she could understand, so as not to make her feel too emotional and cause any impact on his centenarian mother.

 After some patient and tortuous journey, Elizabeth Crook roughly knew what the girl in front of her looked like, or what kind of existence she was.

 "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Your father's fellow villager is here and you're still beating around the bush. Really..." Elizabeth Crook complained about her son like an old mother.

 Then Elizabeth looked at Chongqing with curiosity and greeted her, "Hey... Comrade Ship, should I call you Aurora or Chongqing?"

 Chongqing smiled and said, "It's all fine. You can call it whichever you like."

 "Then let's call you by your current name. It means you have been reborn." After learning about the history of the Chongqing light cruiser from her son, Elizabeth felt that calling her by her current name was more appropriate.

 "Yeah! Thank you, Grandma Elizabeth!" Chongqing, who has always put on a mature side in front of other ship girls, showed her childish side hidden deep in her heart.

 "You and your husband are truly great people. Everyone knows Comrade Bethune, but few people know you and your husband." Chongqing felt very sorry.

 Elizabeth Crook said calmly, "It doesn't matter. As long as China and her people continue to improve, I'll be satisfied. Besides, I'm not doing badly now. General Secretary 586 even wrote back to me and asked after me."

 Besides, some time ago, the Chinese Communist Party officials interviewed my son and made a related introduction film, didn't they? There is no comparison between Comrade Bethune and me - because such a comparison is meaningless;

 We are all people who have devoted their lives to the struggle for communism and proletarian internationalism. What is there to compare? That would be too utilitarian."

 Chongqing was moved by Elizabeth's noble character and said with emotion: "Anyone who can persist in poverty and backward China for most of his life must have a great vision.

 To be honest, I admire your husband and I hope to be like him. But…"

 At this point, Chongqing choked.

 Elizabeth saw that Chongqing was obviously worried, so she comforted her and said, "It's okay, just tell me. If there is anything that makes you unhappy, you can tell me."

 Chongqing hesitated for a long time, feeling a little conflicted. After a long while, he slowly spoke:

 "As you know, your husband and I are from the same hometown. Facing a man who has dedicated his entire life to revolution and construction in a foreign land, I really can't bear to see his hometown still suffering from the remnants of capitalism and feudalism.

 What I am doing now is to eliminate this regret and give it to your husband, myself, and the working people of Britain."

 After Chongqing finished speaking, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

 Komakay realized what was going on before his mother did. He understood and gently asked Chongqing, "Are you planning to revolutionize Britain?"

 "Yeah." Chongqing admitted.

 "That's great, Comrade Chongqing!" Ke Makai said happily, "My father would definitely be happy for a descendant like you. This is a good thing, a great ideal. Why should I be sad?"

 "I am sad because I want to, but... the objective facts make me feel deeply powerless." Chongqing sighed softly.

 Chongqing went on to say: "In my hometown, in the Royal Navy, there are many people like me. They are either my peers, predecessors, or successors.

 But their ideology is really hard to describe. Although many shipgirls no longer have illusions about colonialism, there are still many who support monarchy, and republicans are only a minority, not to mention communists.

 Communists, except for Javelin, who I am currently training, the rest... can be counted on one hand. The only thing that makes me feel fortunate is that among them, there are few who have diplomatic issues.

 In fact, there are relatively few pro-American people, and most of them are pro-European.”

 Elizabeth said, "Comrade Chongqing, we should look on the bright side. At least not many of your former comrades were colonialists. In my opinion, this is a good start."

 When I was young, colonial ideas were as natural as drinking water and eating food in the minds of many ordinary British people, not to mention the officers and soldiers in the army.

 Last year, a British survey reported that 30% of Britons are proud of colonialism, which seems like a lot. But when I was young, support for colonialism was at least 70%.

 You just mentioned that your former comrades back home, including you, have been in the Royal Navy, the spearhead of British colonialism, since birth. You should all be unrepentant colonialists, but the reality is quite the opposite: few still harbor colonialist ideas.

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