It is Kokang and Changchun

　The Foot Basin Chicken sensed something was amiss and put on the cautious face of a melon vendor. He asked, "There's an old saying among you: 'No one comes to the temple without a reason.' What's up, Rabbit?"

　"Actually, it's nothing. Just take this first." After saying that, the rabbit took out a check with $80 billion written on it.

　When the chicken saw so much money, he was shocked. He knew the relationship between himself and the rabbit.

　This

　"Is he asking something of me? I think so!" thought the chicken in the basin.

　"I say, Rabbit. What exactly do you want to do? Or what do you want to buy from me?" asked the Foot Basin Chicken unhappily.

　Rabbit said directly, "Of course I'm here to do business with you. Do you have the blueprints for the eighth Kagero-class destroyer and her anchor?"

　"The eighth ship of the Kagero class? Isn't that the Yukikaze? Of course there is, but are you having a fever, Rabbit? Do you think we'd sell it to you if you asked us to? If it was someone from Taiwan asking, I might consider it..."

　The rabbit said nothing, and handed Chicken a check for $80 billion, saying, "Can I buy the blueprints with this?"

　Chicken Foot Basin: "This... I'm afraid..."

　The rabbit then wrote another order, slammed it on the table again, and said, "I'll give you the 160 billion from before, plus this for free. Can you buy the blueprint?"

　Jiaopenji took the list and looked at it. Wow, 50 doses of new coronavirus vaccine.

　Chicken Foot Basin began to waver. He said to Rabbit, "Uh... Rabbit, wait a moment. This is a serious matter. We need to discuss it carefully internally. It will only take a few minutes."

　Then the Foot Basin Chicken left his seat and walked quickly into a door behind him. Inside the door, several Foot Basin Chickens were discussing Rabbit's request.

　After a brief discussion, most of the fans agreed to sell the Snow Wind blueprints to Rabbit. There were three main reasons: hosting the Tokyo Olympics was a huge loss, and Rabbit's offer was too much. If the deal was completed, it could compensate for the loss to a certain extent.

　Another reason is that the ship girls themselves opposed the construction of Yukikaze. As for why Yukikaze is so famous, I believe everyone knows it.

　Based on this idea, Jiaopenji believes that letting the rabbit get the snow wind can give the rabbit a debuff. Wasn't the logistician and micro-control master killed by the snow wind back then?

　The last one is the psychology of the law of diminishing marginal returns. Japan already has a lot of ship girls. On this basis, there is no question of how much profit or loss there will be if there is one less or one more destroyer ship girl.

　After the deal was done, the shipyard that had previously built the Chongqing shipyard resumed busy work.

　Turkey, a country with considerable regional influence, was envious of traditional Eurasian naval powers having shipgirls. Then, unexpectedly, they learned that the Goeben battlecruiser was included in the Kanryu R series, and they were both sad and happy. Why? The reason for their sadness was that the Goeben was dismantled. Turkey had no choice but to ask Germany for blueprints to build a large-scale battlecruiser.

　Turkey's actions have caused dissatisfaction in Russia. Russia said that Russia will never forget the shame that the Goeben brought to the Black Sea Fleet, nor can it forgive it for still standing guard in the Dardanelles despite its old age.

　Under pressure from the Russians, Türkiye had to temporarily put the reconstruction of Goeben on hold and put it back on the agenda at a later date.

　Germany, too, has been busy, tinkering with a major construction project and has announced its own plan. The construction process mirrors China's, starting with destroyers and light cruisers. However, the capital ship section of this plan states that, due to the characteristics of ships B and R, the aircraft carrier Graf Zeppelin has not yet been included. (One is world-weary, the other is a sadist. Regardless of which one, who can resist?)

　As for Britain, it has even more historical debts to compensate. Who was it that sent so many ships to the shipyard and dismantled them back then?

　Royal Navy officers and soldiers and British ship girls all said, "Labor Party, I will honor your ancestors!"

　Not to be outdone, the US Congress has finally shown some willingness to invest in shipbuilding and the restoration of older ships in response to the current naval expansion. While the US once possessed the world's most advanced shipbuilding technology and industry, for those on Wall Street who play the money-making game, finance is no match for that.

　Therefore, under the capitalist economic and political system and its reflection in human consciousness—the logic of capital—the hollowing out of the real economy is inevitable. Accordingly, the U.S. shipbuilding industry has also been gradually declining.

　The once renowned Brooklyn Shipyard, a historic shipyard nearly the same age as the United States, which built aircraft carriers like dumplings during World War II, was tragically closed in the 60s and sold to the New York City government for a mere dollar. Today, there is only one shipyard in the entire United States capable of producing aircraft carriers!

　This construction boom is expected to provide a small opportunity for the return of the US real economy. It depends on whether the US government is willing to seize this opportunity and whether the big bosses in the real economy can support it.

　The current shipbuilding plan of the United States is opposite to that of other countries. It currently starts with and mainly targets light cruisers; such as the Cleveland class and Atlanta class, and destroyers are second.

　Chapter 62: European Warship Girls (3)

　Not long ago, the British Royal Navy Command launched an activity, which was to use the rest day to hold an informal seminar called "History from the Perspective of Warships".

　The goal is to use this novel approach to allow naval officers and soldiers to better understand the glorious past of the Royal Navy. Under the guidance and arrangement of the headquarters, all officers and soldiers listen to the stories of ship girls, strengthen ideological construction, inherit the naval spirit, and inspire feelings of serving the country... ahem, this is a mixed bag.

　The headquarters originally wanted to hold the lecture in the army's auditorium, but later gave up due to the epidemic. Instead, they held it in a classroom and randomly summoned a dozen sailors to listen. Then the photography team recorded it and sent it to

　This kind of elective course is taught online.

　Later, this series of videos quickly spread beyond the UK and around the world. Not only were they favored by navies and military enthusiasts from all over the world, they also attracted many players in the "Peach Ship" circle who knew little about military affairs, and also caused navies from various countries to follow suit.

　So, one day on their day off, Hood and the Prince of Wales were telling the sailors stories of World War II from their perspective.

　"...Hood and I were ordered to pursue and intercept the Bismarck until we sighted her in the Denmark Strait. Initially, I was the first to spot the target. Due to the thick fog that day, and the Eugen and Bismarck's resemblance, it was difficult to tell which was the Bismarck.

　"With years of combat experience and training, the officers on board all believed the lead ship was the Bismarck, so we opened fire on it. It took a while before we realized it was the Prinz Eugen," said the Prince of Wales, recalling his past experiences.

　Hood, sitting nearby, continued, "At that moment, I realized: Oh no! Not only did I not hit anything, I wasted time and exposed my position. Bismarck must have taken advantage of this opportunity to sneak up on me."

　Sure enough, at 5:55, Bismarck began to attack me fiercely. She fired three salvos at me, and then one of her shells hit the middle of my body, causing the anti-aircraft ammunition to explode and set the deck on fire.

　Having said that, Hood subconsciously touched his waist and continued:

　"It was then that I realized that Bismarck and the others had the upper hand, and I was already in a disadvantageous position."

　The Prince of Wales added: "I was responsible for providing fire support for Hood. My forward turrets A and B, totaling four guns, aimed at the Bismarck and fired. In the sixth salvo, I hit the Bismarck on the front of the port side. This artillery fire caused the Bismarck to leak oil and flood with seawater. This enabled us to track the Bismarck by following the oil stain later."

　Hood nodded and continued, "Welsh was right. At the time, my armor was weak, and after being hit several times by Eugen and Bismarck, I was already in a moderate state of damage. But then, my captain, Captain Cole, made a decision that sealed my fate. He ordered our ship to turn 20 degrees to unleash full broadside fire. While doing so, he also increased the area of ​​our ship vulnerable to bullets."

　So, what happened next is a familiar story: I was hit by the Bismarck. A main gun shell penetrated my mid-deck armor and landed in the 4-inch anti-aircraft gun magazine, detonating the ammunition inside. The explosion also detonated the main gun magazine at the stern... and I sank, breaking in two as I sank. From then on, I slept in the sea for 80 years, only recently seeing the light of day.

　The Prince of Wales sighed and said, "I don't want to experience the pain of losing my companions before my eyes a second time."

　After the ship girl's speech, it was time for the sailors to ask questions. Everyone present raised their hands and spoke enthusiastically.

　"Then...it's your turn. Do you have any questions?" Hood randomly selected one of the soldiers who raised his hand.

　The sailor took the microphone handed to him by the host and asked Hood, "Hello, Miss Hood. I'd like to ask, if you had been able to control your ship, could this have changed? With all due respect, your death was a huge blow to the morale of the Royal Navy at the time."

　"If it were possible, how could Cricket Bismarck possibly be my opponent? The Prince of Wales and I will personally send her and Eugen to the bottom of the icy Danish Strait.

　"Besides, victory and defeat are common in war. For the Royal Navy, the Denmark Strait was only a temporary setback. "Without defeat, there is no victory. In the end, the other ships sank the Bismarck, didn't they?" Hood replied confidently and elegantly, neither humble nor arrogant.

　"Thank you for your answer, Miss Hood." The sailor thanked Hood and sat down.

　"Well, let me pick another one. Does anyone else have any questions?" Hood gestured to the sailor just now, and then planned to give another sailor a chance to ask questions.

　Just like before, everyone raised their hands.

　Hood randomly selected another lucky sailor. "Soldier, do you have any questions?"

　"Hello, Aunt Hood... I'm sorry! Miss Hood..." The sailor seemed to be used to using inappropriate nouns, so he immediately apologized and changed his words.

　"Haha..." Hood smiled softly and said, "It's okay, don't be nervous. Sir, are you a player of 'Azur Lane'?"

　The sailor, who had almost embarrassed himself earlier, replied, "Uh...yes."

　Hood gently raised his teacup, took a sip of the red tea, and after returning the cup to its place, he said, "I read online a few days ago that you Azure players seem to like to call me Aunt Hood..."

　The sailor immediately sensed that Hood might be unhappy about this and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Hood. Please accept my apology if I've offended you. I'll also remind other players online about this."

　Hood was almost amused by the sailor's reaction. She gracefully joked, "Sir, please don't be nervous. I don't really mind it. Besides, you call me, a 100-year-old ship, auntie, which makes me feel younger. I'm so happy. Even though I'm over 100 years old, I'm always young at heart. Thank you, young man."

　The sailor silently thanked Hood for making amends for his nervousness and mistake, and then began his own questions:

　"Excuse me, Miss Hood, do you have a favorite commander?"

　"Commander... which one do you mean? The captain? The admiral? The lord minister? They're all commanders."

　"Uh... all of them."

　"Hmm... let me think..." Hood raised his eyes slightly, thinking. "It's Marshal Andrew Brown Cunningham (War-weary:?)."

　After hearing this, the sailor who had just asked the question became curious and asked, "As far as I know, Admiral Cunningham is a proponent of aviation victory. Why do you, as a battlecruiser, admire Cunningham?"

　"A commander should be judged not by his own actions, but by his contributions to the military and the times. Marshal Cunningham's greatest contribution was pioneering the use of carrier-based aircraft to attack warships during the Battle of Taranto. This profoundly influenced the naval warfare of World War II and heralded the advent of the aircraft carrier era."

　Later history also proved that the naval battles of World War II belonged to the era of aircraft carriers. Battleships would find it difficult to survive on the battlefield without air superiority.

　Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that Admiral Cunningham ushered in a new era in naval warfare and he is undoubtedly the commander I admire most."

　There was warm applause from the audience, and all the sailors were in awe of Hood's objective and fair evaluation that went beyond his own abilities.

　After taking his seat, the sailor reflected on Hood's words and thought to himself, "Miss Hood's claim that she's young at heart seems to make sense... From launching in 1918 to sinking in 1941, that's only about 23 years. Although biologically over 100 years old, her actual experience is only 23 years... Young at heart... Seems like there's nothing wrong with that."

　Wait a minute! If we continue along this line of thought, then wouldn’t Germany’s Bismarck be a giant baby?

　At the same time, the German Naval Base Wilhelm

　"A-choo!" The crystallization of German technology sneezed loudly.

　"I sneezed several times without any warning in just one hour... What on earth is going on?" Bismarck, who was reading in his own room, rubbed his nose, puzzled.

　"Never mind, continue reading..." Bismarck picked up her phone again and looked at an online novel from China recommended to her by her sister.

　Tirpitz recently found a novel about her sister on the Chinese Internet. After reading it, she thought it was very well written, especially the description of her own personality in the book, which was very consistent with her in real life.

　She spent a week reading half of the novel of nearly 365 million words, and then strongly recommended it to her sister.

　So there are the scenes in the first few paragraphs where Bismarck reads online novels.

　Ever since Tirpitz introduced Bismarck to the book, Bismarck has been spending less time training with his sister (Grape Fishing Plan Pass√), presumably to read. It's also to reduce the Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution's surveillance of him.

　(A brief aside, since Bismarck returned to Germany as a shipgirl, the German authorities have been sending intelligence agents to secretly monitor her, fearing she might spread extreme right-wing ideas and preventing her from interacting with the Alternative for Germany party. Although Bismarck had already noticed this, she didn't point it out.)

　Now, Bismarck looked at this Donghuang online article translated into German called "Kriegsschiff Frulein KMS Bismarck" and could not help but sigh at its large number of words.

　"The last time I saw him was in the chapter where Eugen appeared... I think it was chapter 254."

　Bismarck thought about it, then clicked and continued looking from the part he had seen last time.

　After reading one chapter, Bismarck frowned and sweated profusely. She was confused by Eugen's actions in this chapter.

　Bismarck was devastated at this moment: "Tsk... How could our Great Germany have such a stupid ship? Your appearance in front of Admiral Raeder like this has exposed the existence of all the ship girls! Could it be that this Eugen has been possessed by Quincy next door?"

　Bismarck felt lucky. Fortunately, the real Eugen was the reliable big sister on the ship B, not the stupid Eugen in this novel...

　A few days later, as Bismarck read the novel more and more deeply, he also had a general evaluation of the novel:

　"Although this novel still has many loopholes in its textual research, it's quite good as a historical military work written by a layman. If the author wants to do better in his research, I think we can provide some help within our capacity..."

　A few days later, a Chinese book club exploded with excitement. They were saying that your Kancolle novel, Mooncake, had recently been rewarded with a gold treasure chest by a wealthy person.

　Yuebing is the author of this book. He was surprised and felt strange at the same time. This book is considered an ancient book on the platform, so much so that it is well-known among the readers and authors of KanColle novels on the platform. But now, someone is offering such a huge reward?

　It wasn't until the next afternoon that he found a new message in Shuke's private message.

　When he saw it, he was shocked. He immediately took a screenshot and sent it to the group, and @ all members to ask what they thought about the content of the screenshot.

　Group member A: "This... is impossible... How can a niche platform like Shuke be known by Germans?"

　Group member B: "Most likely a case of chuunibyou, role-playing, thinking they're Bismarck?"

　……

　In short, everyone thought it was most likely just a case of Chuunibyou. However, the mystery was not revealed until that evening.

　Mooncake: "@All members brothers

　I went to Twitter this morning and asked Bismarck's official account, and they immediately admitted... This is the real Bismarck, and the one who smashed the treasure chest is Tirpitz..."

　“What the hell?!” xN, everyone in the group was shocked.

　Mooncake: "Being recognized by this deity, I feel like my writing career is complete..."

　Chapter 63: European Battleship Girls (4)

　Taranto Naval Base, Taranto, Italy

　Ever since the emergence of ship girls in Italy, the officers and soldiers of the Italian Navy have been enjoying it, and ship girls have naturally become a topic of conversation among these officers and soldiers after dinner.

　As the leader of Italian ships, Veneto naturally became the focus of attention. As for why it became the focus of public opinion among sailors, everyone knows it (funny).

　On a day off, a group of sailors were gathering in the mess hall to enjoy the cool air, eat and chat.

　"Huh...it's so damn hot along the Mediterranean coast every summer. It's better to stay cool indoors with the air conditioner on and ice cream." Sailor A said as he leaned back in his chair and ate today's special Movo ice cream.

　"Well, the heat has its advantages. Look at those girls playing and cooling off by the water a few days ago. Zara and Bora have such good figures, wow..." Sailor B said jokingly.

　Sailor C thought about it and said, "By the way, I saw Miss Trento holding Veneto on the beach yesterday, but Veneto didn't seem very happy."

　Sailor D took a sip of beer and said with a hint of disdain, "Of all the current battleship girls, Veneto's thing is the smallest. And she used to be a battleship, but now she's been downgraded to a helicopter cruiser. Do you think she'd be happy?"

　"Hey, bro! Are you tired of living?" Sailor B whispered. "A few days ago, some idiot was making a fuss about the size of Veneto's breasts and even called Miss Veneto a helicopter destroyer. Then, somehow, that got to Miss Veneto's ears.

　And yesterday, I saw with my own eyes that unlucky guy being chased all over the harbor by Miss Veneto holding a 324mm torpedo. If her third sister Roma hadn't stepped in to stop her, that guy would have been in great danger... If you don't want to end up like him, just keep your mouth shut!

　Sailor D turned around and looked around. Seeing that no one else was paying attention to them, he said, "It's okay. No one is paying attention to us. I just said it this time."

　"Speaking of Miss Veneto, I suddenly feel she's quite lucky. Rumors had it that the helicopter cruiser was going to be sent to Turkey for dismantling and sale, but then Miss Veneto showed up, and the dismantling plan was scrapped. If she had shown up a month later, our navy would have suffered a huge loss."

　Sailor C recalled a news report he had read about the helicopter cruiser Veneto and said.