It is Kokang and Changchun

　The Azov Battalion commander challenged: "No matter how powerful you are, I bet you dare not kill me."

　"?" Moscow didn't know why the damn guy in front of him had such mysterious confidence, and he was dismissive of it.

　"Who are you? You're just a mid-level officer, how dare I kill you? I dare to kill any Nazi, even generals, marshals, or even national leaders. Why would I be afraid of you?"

　After saying that, Moscow loaded the PKP machine gun in his hand.

　The Azov Battalion commander stared at the black muzzle of the gun, still looking arrogant. He smirked and said:

　"There are hundreds of civilians in this warehouse, and I've placed dozens of C4 explosives around them. The detonator of the explosives is connected to the heartbeat detector in my hand.

　That is to say, if you kill me, the calm heartbeat detector will trigger the explosive detonator..."

　Before the Azov commander could finish, Moscow angrily interrupted, "You beast! Come at me if you dare. Don't use civilians as a shield."

　"Hahahaha... Miss Kanmusu, it seems the tables have turned now, and I'm in control." The Azov Battalion commander glared disdainfully. "I'd like to see, Miss Kanmusu, how much are you willing to sacrifice for these people?"

　"Also, don't do anything to irritate me. Otherwise, if I lose control of myself and manually detonate it, it will be terrible."

　Moscow stared fiercely at the Azov commander not far in front of him, and had no choice but to retract the ship's equipment and the PKP machine gun in his hand.

　"I've laid down my weapon. What the hell do you want?"

　The commander of the Azov Battalion looked up and down at Moscow's tall figure, and began to have evil thoughts, his eyes gradually becoming obscene.

　"You, take off your military jacket!"

　Moscow hesitated, then complied.

　Moscow took off her military jacket and wore a white shirt underneath. Her plump breasts made the shirt bulge out.

　Moscow's mature figure aroused the male hormones of the Azov Battalion commander, and he became more and more aggressive.

　"Take off your shirt, skirt and shoes, quick!"

　If taking off a coat is considered normal, then the intention of asking people to take off their shirts, skirts and shoes is absolutely despicable.

　Moscow guessed the Azov commander's dirty tricks and sternly refused. "ckya blyat! You scumbag, don't even think about it!"

　"Oh? So you want them to be blown to death?!"

　The Azov Battalion commander held the bomb remote control aloft, his finger on the detonation button. "Ship bitch, you better understand the situation!"

　“.......” Moscow was extremely reluctant, but she had no choice but to do it.

　She had wondered if the Azov commander was playing tricks on her, but she didn't dare bet on whether the bombs were real or fake.

　If the bet is lost, the psychological condemnation caused by the loss of hundreds of civilian lives will be extremely unbearable.

　Moscow was forced to take off all her clothes except her bra, panties and black stockings. She was ashamed and extremely angry, and wanted to tear the commander of the Azov Battalion in front of her into pieces.

　The Azov Battalion commander's perverted gaze swept over every inch of Moscow's skin and body part, which was as white as marble, and the ugly appearance of a pervert was clearly revealed on his face.

　Unexpectedly, he pressed on and ordered Moscow to take off all his clothes.

　"Bullshit! Don't even think about it!" Moscow roared.

　The commander of the Azov Battalion has touched Moscow's bottom line, and now Moscow is looking for an opportunity to see if it can control that Azov scum while protecting civilians.

　"What? Are you unwilling to sacrifice yourself for the safety of civilians? You Russian army still claim that you care about civilians." The commander of the Azov Battalion laughed wickedly.

　"If you don't take off all your clothes, the lives of hundreds of civilians will be wasted."

　Moscow was very sad. She had never expected that she would suffer such an experience. She was so ashamed and angry that tears welled up in her eyes.

　For the sake of the common people, her trembling hands had to reach for the buckle of her underwear...

　Suddenly, a woman's voice came from a corner. "Moscow, don't do this!"

　The commanders of Moscow and Azov Battalions simultaneously looked towards the source of the sound, their heads filled with questions.

　Moscow: "Miss, you are..."

　Azov Battalion Commander: "You bitch, where are you from? Mind your own business!"

　A phantom with silver hair and orange eyes walked out from the corner, holding a piece of watermelon with a few bites taken from it.

　While eating watermelon, she said nonchalantly, "Really? I was just about to have a good chat with Yakumo Yukari, but now you have to deal with this mess..."

　Then, the silver-haired, orange-eyed girl pointed at the Azov Battalion commander and complained:

　"Eve, let me give you a piece of advice. You can use bargaining chips, but can you be a decent person? Using a large number of civilians as bargaining chips, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

　Then Eve looked at Moscow and said, "Moscow, put your clothes on. This bitch is not worth compromising with."

　"But he has a large amount of explosives and civilian hostages..." Moscow is very anxious.

　Eve raised her hand, signaling Moscow not to worry and to leave everything to her.

　The Azov Battalion Commander looked at this girl who came from nowhere strangely and said sarcastically:

　"Where is this nosy flat-chested bitch? Do you believe I'll use you as a bargaining chip too?!"

　After saying that, the commander of the Azov Battalion held the remote control in his left hand, pulled out the Makarov pistol in his right hand, and pointed it at Eve's head.

　The Azov Battalion Commander accidentally stepped on Eve's mind. Eve, who was chewing the melon, stopped chewing and her eyes became sharp.

　"Sir, if you hadn't said the word 'flat-chested bitch', I would have spared your life."

　Seeing that Eve had ill intentions towards him, the commander of the Azov Battalion pulled the trigger without hesitation.

　The bullet did not penetrate the girl's head as expected, but ricocheted directly.

　Eve had a "(_)" expression on her face and tilted her head to look at the surprised Azov Battalion Commander.

　"Damn it, another ship girl?" The commander of the Azov Battalion realized that something was wrong and immediately pressed the detonator switch.

　The bomb didn't move.

　, it was peaceful.

　"What's going on..." Commander Azov said in a horrified tone. "Is the remote control broken?"

　Eve took another bite of watermelon and said, "Because I have blocked the signal between the detonator and the bomb."

　Moscow realized that the opportunity had come. Before Eve could make a move, she flew over and kicked the Azov Battalion commander's head, breaking his body into pieces.

　Moscow was still filled with anger as it looked at the Azov Battalion commander who had lost his head and fallen to the ground.

　"Thank you, comrade. Are you also a ship girl?" Moscow said to Eve.

　"No." Eve only replied with one word.

　"If you're not a ship girl, then how come you..." Moscow was surprised at Eve's invulnerability just now.

　Eve said, "Some things are too early to know now."

　As she spoke, Eve touched Moscow's head. Moscow suddenly felt an irresistible sleepiness and fell asleep within seconds.

　Eve supported the sleeping Moscow and gently placed her on the ground.

　"I'm sorry, but this is the only way I can erase your memory. When you wake up in two minutes, you'll forget everything that happened just now."

　After Eve put Moscow down, a gap opened up in the space not far in front of her. From it, a blond girl wearing a white Western-style nightcap emerged.

　"Ah, Eve-san is really kind-hearted~" the blonde girl smiled at Eve.

　Eve walked into the gap and expressed her gratitude, "Today's crisis was perfectly resolved thanks to your interstellar teleportation, Zi. Even if I were faster, the child would probably have been contaminated by the time I arrived..."

　After Eve entered the gap, the gap disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.

　That evening, the Russian Ministry of Defense secretly announced that it had completely wiped out the Ukrainian troops and the Azov Battalion in the Mariupol Steel Plant bunker. Because the Ukrainian troops and the Azov Battalion refused to surrender, no prisoners were taken.

　Furthermore, civilians who had been held in the bunker warehouse, subjected to inhumane abuse and used as shields, were successfully rescued. This became one of the important events in Russia's moral and public opinion counterattack against Ukraine.

　Chapter 149: History Unknown to “People”

　Somewhere in Japan

　Eve was teleported back to the living room where she met with Yakumo Yukari during her time.

　"I'm sorry, Miss Yakumo Yukari. I couldn't help but help that child just now and caused you trouble." Eve apologized to Yakumo Yukari in Japanese style.

　Yakumo Yukari didn't care. "It's okay. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." After all, she was still too young to understand that the officer was simply trying to take advantage of her kindness and use the child to satisfy his last animal desires before his death.

　If Evesang hadn't taken action, the officer would have probably just pressed the detonator after venting his anger."

　"Thank you very much for your understanding." Eve was relieved that Yakumo Yukari understood her kind heart.

　"Ah~ Eve-san, relax a little. Let's continue what we were talking about just now, please." Yakumo Yukari smiled slightly and motioned Eve to take a seat.

　After the two of them sat down, Yakumo Yukari waved to Yakumo Lan and said, "Lan, cut the remaining half of the watermelon and serve it to Eve-san."

　"Well, that's not necessary..." Eve declined politely. "This Japanese watermelon is very precious. If you cut it any further, it will cost you a lot of money."

　Yakumo Yukari didn't care. She covered her mouth with her folding fan and said, "It's just a melon. It's okay. We are not short of money. Besides, a distinguished guest deserves distinguished fruit, right?"

　"Hehehe..." Eve didn't say anything, but laughed softly.

　Yakumo Yukari continued the previous topic. "Just now you asked me which came first, us or the Touhou Project. This question is very complicated if you explain it in detail, but to put it simply, we came first."

　"Hmm..." Eve was thinking about something, and then asked, "So, the author of the Touhou series, Mr. Ota Junya, knows you?"

　Yakumo Yukari: "Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that we know him."

　“? Is there any difference?” Eve was puzzled.

　"Because we were the ones who took the initiative to get to know him." Yakumo Yukari used a toothpick to pick up the small piece of watermelon that Yakumo Aran had just brought over.

　"ZUN-san (Junya Ohta) had just resigned from Taito and had the idea of ​​making his own game. I wanted to use a cultural medium to test contemporary humanity's tolerance for us monsters.

　So I found ZUN-san, gave him some information about our history as inspiration, and asked him to create. (Note: There are no old works in the Touhou series in this dimension.) Thus, the Touhou series was born.

　Eve listened carefully to Yakumo Yukari's words. "Your words are packed with information... Can I ask you a few questions?"

　"Go ahead." Yakumo Yukari nodded.

　Eve ate a quick piece of watermelon and asked, "You mentioned earlier that you gave your history to Mr. Ota Shunya as inspiration for your creations. Does that mean your existence has a long history?"

　Second, shouldn't the promotion be done at a large company? Why choose a programmer who was unknown at the time?

　Third, according to Eastern settings, the existence of monsters is based on human fear. Is this the case in your reality?

　Fourth, in the Touhou series, does the Gensokyo you created exist in reality? Do the other characters in the Touhou series exist?

　The fifth and most important question is, the world view of the Touhou series created by Mr. Ota is unique.

　If you are all idealistic, then are you all also idealistic? Or does it mean that the entire real world is idealistic?

　The fifth question is very important because it will affect my worldview and my methodology for transforming the world."

　Yakumo Yukari replied, "Ah~ Eve-san really has a lot of questions. It seems like she has done her homework and is well prepared.

　So, since you shared your story with me and kept your word, I will tell you.”

　Yakumo Yukari folded up her folding fan with a swish and said, "The first question is about our history. It's indeed quite long. But I don't know exactly how many years it is.

　The second question is, if we go to a big company, let’s not talk about whether our history will be appreciated by them; even if it is, these big companies will definitely commercialize Oriental Unlimited in order to make money, thus making a mess of it.

　And finding ZUN-san was a predetermined fate, Remlia's idea. Remlia simply told me it was okay to follow ZUN-san. As for why, Eve-san, having done her homework, would have easily figured it out.

　Thirdly, this is Zun-san's own setting. In reality, our existence is not based on human fear. Although this view is popular in Japanese folk tales, the truth is the opposite.

　Originally, this statement was put forward by humans in order to expand their territory, so many monsters believed it themselves, and I was one of the monsters who was fooled.

　Therefore, starting from the Heian period, humans used this as an excuse to launch a large-scale encirclement and suppression campaign against us, which was led by the great Onmyojis such as Ashiya Doman, Kamo Tadayuki, and Abe Haruaki.

　In order to save Tengu from being wiped out, Reimu Marufumi risked his life in a fierce battle with Abe Haruaki, severely injuring Abe and almost losing his own life.

　Later, humans continued to squeeze the living space of monsters. In order to allow monsters to survive, I, a young and energetic person at that time, set my sights on the moon. However, the moon was already inhabited by people - a group of self-righteous moon people.

　Of course, we who started the war were beaten badly by the Mianyue sisters, and retreated back to Earth in embarrassment to find another way out.