It is Kokang and Changchun

　Although Xiang didn't know yet, she could already vaguely guess who it was.

　"Her experience is very similar to yours. We both came to my hometown as compensation. Her name is Chunyue, and she is the ninth ship of the Akizuki-class destroyer. I have talked to her, and she can be trusted on major issues. It's a pity..." Changchun paused when he said this.

　Xiang: "It's her... What a pity?"

　Changchun: "She is a devout Shintoist."

　Xiang was at a loss for words. "What's the big deal? In Japan, many people believe in Shintoism. Take us for example. Many elderly people in China now regard us as gods, some as monsters, and some as monsters. Although I personally don't like that feeling. By the way, where is Haruzuki's ship now?"

　Changchun thought for a moment and replied, "Well...she should be in Wuhe now."

　"Maizuru Naval Base? I see. Thank you, Comrade Kogan."

　After the call ended, Xiang immediately picked up his phone to check the train tickets to Maizuru City.

　That afternoon at the Maizuru Naval Base, a young girl wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume and a large red bow on her head walked down from the destroyer behind her.

　She is Chunyue.

　Chunyue is a shy person, so when faced with people's warm welcome, she stuttered and moved awkwardly.

　Among the welcoming crowd, there was a young man playing the shakuhachi, and the music he played caught Haruzuki's interest and made him like it, so Haruzuki went up to him and asked for details.

　"Sir, the music you play is beautiful. What's the name of it?"

　The young man paused playing and replied to Chunyue's question, "This is a welcome song specially played for you. It's called 'Maiden's Fantasy'."

　"Then... did you compose this song yourself?" Chunyue asked.

　The young man spread his hands and said, "No, I'm not that good. I just played it because I think this music suits you."

　"Thank you, thank you!"

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　Yokosuka, Japan

　"Mutsu, put me down!"

　In the Grand Commander Suite of a hotel outside the Yokosuka Naval Base, a busty mature woman and a small-breasted loli are having an intimate interaction.

　"After all, I was once the flagship of the Combined Fleet—Nagato. And I'm also your sister. How could you be so disrespectful?"

　However, facing Nagato's request, Mutsu ignored it and continued to stroke his sister's fox ears, occasionally touching the white fur at the entrance of the ear canal, and said:

　"Sister, there's a saying online that says, rubbing a fox brings more joy to your life. Foxes are a symbol of good fortune, so petting them more often brings you good luck. Isn't that right?"

　As Mutsu said this, he looked at Nagato who was held high by him. Nagato's shaking fox ears and struggling limbs constantly expressed his dissatisfaction with Mutsu's behavior.

　"Although you look serious, the contrast between your expression and figure is so funny that I can't help but want to tease you~"

　Nagato: "Mutsu, I say again, put me down! You are rebelling against your superiors! Even sisters should be polite!"

　Mutsu said humorously, "Sister, stop pretending! I played Azur Lane a while ago, and you were in the first ten-draw in the heavy pool. You've maxed out your favorability by now. You actually enjoyed it, right?"

　Then Mutsu gave Nagato a face wash and said, "When Hibiki-chan first came, I gave her a hug like this, and she was very attached to it~"

　"Mutsu, your breasts are really...can you please let me go?"

　"Be good, sister! Otherwise, help your dear sister check the No. 3 turret..."

　In this way, the Son of God of Sakura Empire had lost all his dignity in front of his own sister.

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　Xiang bought a ticket to Maizuru in the afternoon. She originally wanted to continue studying, but she remembered Mikasa's reminder that she should combine work and rest. So she did not sit at the desk, but went to the living room to chat with the remaining Six Drive members.

　Thunder and Lightning are relatively easy to deal with. Lightning has a pacifist streak and is relatively easy to win over. Yesterday's conversation with Lightning also taught him a lot of self-reflection.

　Lei's words were primarily motivated by her genuine love and concern for each of the Six Drive sisters. She preferred playing video games and watching anime to fighting. She'd been getting along well with Ayanami recently, so it wouldn't be too difficult to win her over.

　Finally, only Xiao was left.

　The fifth of the Thirty-Six Stratagems - Capture the King. If Xiao, the leader of the Sixth Destroyer Fleet, could handle this, then taking down the thunder and lightning would be a piece of cake.

　As the saying goes, when dealing with things, we must grasp the principal contradiction. When resolving contradictions, we must grasp the main aspects of the contradiction.

　Xiang first asked Xiao who was watching TV in the living room: "Big Sister Xiao, as a ninja, what is your belief?"

　"Yeah... of course it means hiding in the darkness and dispelling the darkness." Xiao raised his head slightly, thought for a moment, and said.

　Xiang said with satisfaction: "Very good. To put it in a more noble way, it means walking in darkness and serving the light, right?"

　"Walk in darkness and serve the light? Yeah, that's a good understanding." Xiao nodded and replied.

　"So, Big Sister Xiao, when we served in World War II, was the army and regime there dark or bright?" Xiang pretended to be innocent and energetic and asked Xiao.

　"..." As soon as Xiang said this, Xiao's pupils suddenly trembled and his thoughts became confused.

　After a long pause, Xiao said, "Xiang, tell me the truth. Have you read books by communists?"

　Xiang didn't deny it, and then started the political commissar's verbal attack mode he learned from Changchun to debate with Xiao. He aimed at some of the reactionary thoughts that remained in Xiao's mind and launched red bombs one by one.

　Finally, due to time constraints, Xiang had to rush to the station to leave, and the heated debate was forced to stop.

　During the debate with Xiang, Xiao expressed reservations about many of Xiang's remarks, but the debate also enhanced the understanding between the two sides.

　In this debate, although Xiang failed to assimilate her big sister, the continuous bombardment of red shells has shaken the fortress of Akatsuki's wrong position.

　"Were we really wrong in that war?" Xiao kept thinking about it that night. He couldn't calm down for a long time, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep all night.

　PS: All six drives are ship B images

　Chapter 36: The Perfect and Elegant Maid

　Since the return of the Prince of Wales and HMS Belfast to the UK, the Imperial War Museum's HMS Belfast, which has been abandoned on the Thames, has received significant attention from British authorities.

　Due to the epidemic and the incident last month in which many tourists fell into the water due to the transformation of Mikasa into a ship girl, the Belfast Museum was ordered to suspend its opening.

　The fact that a large number of ship girls appeared in more than three months provided the relevant scientific research team with sufficient research data.

　The ship girl research teams in various countries around the world have roughly figured out the pattern of ship girl appearances - wherever existing ship girls go, it seems that they will have a certain impact on the birth of new ship girls.

　On a street bench not far from the Belfast, two men in British-style suits were talking.

　One of the men in the vest looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them. He then checked the bench and saw nothing unusual. Then he said to the man next to him:

　"Actually, I really like this job now. I just sit nearby and watch this warship every day, instead of running around like other intelligence jobs. It's been a long time since I felt so relaxed."

　A man in a black suit next to him replied: "Yes, normally, after a day's work, it is common to see 30,000 steps on the pedometer. I don't know what is happening now.

　How long can the leisure time last..."

　The man in the vest crossed his legs and asked, "If the Belfast had a soul, what kind of beautiful lady would she be?"

　The man in the black suit said, "Perhaps a dedicated and reliable head maid, or perhaps a confident young woman wearing traditional Scottish clothing and playing the local bagpipes. Based on the current pattern of elves appearing, it should be one of these two."

　"Shouldn't the head maid fight back? Why can't both?" the man in the vest asked.

　"Oh, do you want to have it all? People can't be greedy, or they will be punished by God." The man in the black suit straightened his collar and humorously condemned his colleague who was thinking about having too much.

　"Also, the head maid should be Belfast. No objection allowed!" The man in the black suit spoke like an old international server commander.

　The man in the vest took out two cigars from his pocket, held one in his mouth, and handed the other to his colleague next to him.

　"Old man, would you like a cigar? I got one with great difficulty."

　The man in the black suit took a closer look and said happily, "Oh my God. If I'm not mistaken, this is a MacNudo cigar? It's a rare commodity. Are you serious?"

　"Of course, take it. I only smoke a few of these throughout the year, so how could I bear to spend them normally?" said the man in the vest.

　Then the man in the vest took out his lighter and planned to light his own cigarette and then light his colleague's.

　However, the lighter didn't seem to appreciate it.

　"Click, click, click..." The man in the vest pressed the button of the lighter many times, but the lighter did not move except for the sparks from the friction of the flint.

　"Strange, it was working fine yesterday, what happened today?" The man in the vest complained as he pondered the lighter.

　Seeing this, the man in the black suit said, "Maybe it got damp. How about I go to a nearby store and buy another one?"

　"Okay, go quickly and come back soon." The man in the vest had no choice but to agree to his colleague's suggestion when faced with his disappointing lighter.

　To make matters worse, just as the man in the black suit stood up to buy a lighter, a cat chasing a mouse on the street suddenly appeared from somewhere and passed under the feet of the man in the vest.

　The swipe was not a big deal, but the man in the vest was startled and lost his grip on the cigar, which fell right into a puddle that had not yet dried up from the recent rain.

　"Shit! You damn cat!" the man in the vest cursed while quickly picking up the cigarette from the puddle.

　Wet cigarettes are unsmokable in every way, and even when dried, they taste different. The man in the vest was heartbroken to see his dozens of pounds go down the drain.

　In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, the colleague in the black suit quickly comforted him, "It's okay. When I get back with the lighter, we can take turns smoking it. How about that?"

　"Thank you so much, old buddy, you're the best. Go ahead." The man in the vest was moved by his colleague in the black suit.

　While the man in the black suit was buying the lighter, the man in the vest continued to observe the Belfast.

　Less than two minutes later, a dazzling blue light burst out from the HMS Belfast Museum.

　Seeing this, the man in the vest jumped up from the bench and ran while calling his colleague who was buying lighters: "Hello? Don't buy lighters yet, there's something wrong with the Belfast! Come back quickly!"

　The man in the vest ran to the entrance of the HMS Belfast pier and showed his ID to the museum staff.

　"Hello sir, I am an investigator from MI5. Please cooperate with us in our investigation aboard the ship. Thank you."

　That evening, inside the MI5 building, a leader-like figure looked at the investigation report submitted by the two agents in front of him with a face full of suspicion.

　"Is this the result of your investigation? The light cruiser just emitted a blue light, and nothing happened after that?" The boss asked the two subordinates in front of him in a semi-questioning tone.

　The agent in vest replied: "Sir, we have thoroughly investigated the warship, and there is indeed no sign of Kanmusu."

　"We also speculated that she might have hidden herself on purpose. We tried to call her out for a chat, but there was no response," the black-suited agent added.

　The boss drummed his right hand on the table, pondering his subordinate's explanation. Then he said, "It's definitely not that simple. Keep tracking and observing, and report immediately if anything happens!"

　"Only Ship Girls understand Ship Girls best. We should use Ship Girls to find Ship Girls." The boss said, picked up the phone next to him and started dialing to try to contact Prince of Wales and Reputation.

　"Ling——, ling——" On the desk in the captain's room of the battleship Prince of Wales, a European-style rotary dial telephone rang with a traditional mechanical ringtone.

　A delicate hand in a white glove picked up the phone and answered the call.

　"Hello, this is Portsmouth Naval Base, HMS Prince of Wales. ... Belfast? ... Um... um... By the way, could you please inform me of the counterattack? ... Okay, I understand. I'm going to London right away."

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　Belfast Foundation Headquarters, London

　The president of the foundation is taking a lunch break at his desk. The poster on the wall behind him is of the light cruiser Belfast, taken in July 1971.

　This

　This foundation is a British private organization. Its emergence can be said to have completely changed Belfast's fate after retirement.

　You know, even the famous Warspite that broke free from its chains could not escape the fate of being dismantled, let alone a light cruiser that did odd jobs?

　Following the foundation's persistent efforts, the British authorities transferred the ownership of the Belfast to the Belfast Foundation in July 1971. The ship was then moored on the Thames and opened to the public in October 1971.

　As a lucky ship, she escaped sinking, dodged enemy shells, and evaded demolition by the Labour Party. Today, she remains anchored on the Thames, carrying the lost glory of the Royal Navy and its glorious past, quietly telling the world about those difficult yet shining years...

　The short lunch break ended with the ringing of his cell phone. The president raised his head and rubbed his eyes with his palms. Just as he was about to yawn, he suddenly noticed a woman at the office door.

　The president, who was severely myopic, immediately put on his glasses to see who it was.

　The two most intuitive impressions the president had of the woman in front of him were her low-cut maid outfit in black and white, and her white jade peaks and valleys that were rare even among Western women.

　"You..." The president was about to ask the woman about her background, but unexpectedly the woman took the lead and introduced herself.

　She performed a standard skirt-lifting ceremony and said, "Excuse me, I am Belfast, the second ship of the Edinburgh-class, currently the largest light cruiser in the United Kingdom. Are you the president of the foundation? From this moment on, I, Belfast, a maid, will dedicate my life to you and your successor."

　The president wasn't too surprised, having already received news of Befa's disappearance from the Imperial War Museum. It was unexpected, but also understandable.

　But he still wanted to confirm it again.

　"You said you were from Belfast, do you have any proof?"

　Belfast folded his hands at his waist and said, "I think this should prove it, right?"

　As he spoke, Belfast walked to the open area in the center of the office, showed off his ship's equipment, and even moved the main gun turret and gun barrel to show its authenticity, and then retracted the ship's equipment.

　Upon seeing this, the president felt that it must be true and said, "I believe it, Miss Belfast, hello." Then he extended a handshake to Belfast.

　Belfast stepped forward and shook hands with the president, saying, "Thank you for everything you've done for me. By the way, your tea is ready, and the documents are sorted. Let's get to work comfortably."

　"This is what we should do, otherwise this foundation cannot be named after you. Let's sit down and talk. There's no rush for work." As he said this, the president extended his hand to the two sofas next to the desk.

　During the same period when Belfast was displaying its ship equipment, her display and withdrawal of ship equipment caused some minor unrest among the staff of the Belfast Museum far away on the Thames.