Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

"Guess what the Tower of Babel needs most? It needs children, young people, volunteers like these. In other words, child soldiers."

How did warlords capture child soldiers?

"Give these kids a gun? Don't be ridiculous."

“Let me tell you how these warlords did it to satisfy the needs of the Mandate of Heaven. They would first go to a village, rob it, and then kill the old people in the village.”

"Then bring out women, especially young girls, for the soldiers to enjoy."

"Then they conscripted soldiers, throwing adult men into mines or killing them, leaving behind children as young as fourteen or fifteen or even seven or eight to rape their mothers and sisters, and then to shoot all their relatives. That's how he broke down, he had no bottom line, and no attachments."

“These kids were taken to training, beaten by veterans, shot with blank rounds, forced to self-harm, and finally told that they were invincible.”

"These kids are fearless and extremely obedient. They are incredibly excited about everything they do because they believe they are already godlike beings. They will do whatever the warlords tell them to do, even if it means strapping bombs to their bodies and launching suicide attacks. Then they are made to follow the chosen ones, who can experiment on them however they want."

"Yes, you're right. This is how Destiny trains batches of perfect test subjects. These test subjects are even more useful than robots. How many experiments have been conducted in the Tower of Babel over the years? How many lives have been lost? I don't know, maybe a thousand? Maybe ten thousand? But these children who have been trained into test subjects, perhaps a hundred thousand, their lives have been ruined. They have no reverence, no fear, no direction, and they've become addicted to drugs and STDs... This is what Destiny wants. Perhaps Siberia will remain in chaos for another ten years or so before they are satisfied."

"After all, the greatest banner of Siberia has fallen. This giant is now nothing more than carrion for all the vultures of the world to gnaw on."

Chapter 77 Cocolia, you dare to take advantage of me?!

Since the topic of the KGB had come up, Brunhilde was also curious about Cocolia's public identity.

Cocolia did not hide this from her.

“Before the collapse of the Soviet Union, Anti-Entropy and the KGB even had some degree of cooperation, and the KGB itself was not an organization completely ignorant of the supernatural side.” Cocolia pushed open the window, looked at the refugees spread out in the lobby on the first floor with various bedding, and sighed. “Before the war, my rank in the Siberian military was captain, and I was also a graduate student at the Higher Military Command Academy at the Moscow headquarters, and of course, a member of the KGB Border Guard Directorate.”

Brunhilde knew about the Border Guard Directorate, a department with over 220,000 personnel. In the 1980s, the Border Guard's budget even accounted for half of the Soviet Security Committee's total budget. This department also researched advanced technologies such as military weaponry, target facility construction, and communications, and was even comparable to the 16th Directorate in military inventions.

The Border Guard General Administration leads the Border Guard Region, and the vast Siberian permafrost region effectively falls under its jurisdiction. No wonder Cocolia sensed the stench of Destiny, because Destiny's actions in the remote snowfields fell precisely within the purview of Cocolia's department.

"And the KGB knew that I was a member of Anti-Entropy. Before the collapse of the KGB, my file was top secret. Like other top KGB agents, I was not under the command of local officials, but only accountable to the Security Committee. In fact, only a few chairmen on the podium knew about my file. But after the collapse, I completely lost contact with my superiors. No one will ever know that I am a member of Anti-Entropy again. After all, even the chairmen have begun to divide up the national assets. Who would pay attention to the files of some KGB agents? Not many people from Anti-Entropy come to contact me here. After all, I am just a captain, and not many people from Anti-Entropy will actively seek me out."

"So you chose to avoid the war?"

“Yes, I deserted, but I wasn’t really a true Soviet soldier in essence… Besides, where would the Soviet Union get soldiers now? They were all refugees.” Cocolia said self-deprecatingly. “When the war reached my military district, I had no command authority and couldn’t mobilize the scattered troops. I had no choice but to seize an armored vehicle and flee to the city with Bonya. We passed through some towns along the way, where many refugees were evacuating together. Since we still had at least one armored vehicle, Bonya couldn’t bear it and took them with her. As you know, we ended up in Moscow, with a huge group of two or three thousand people behind us.”

"You guys can actually protect two or three thousand people?"

“In fact, if the organization hadn’t collapsed, even more people could have been saved!” Cocolia slammed her hand on the table, her eyes blazing with anger. “But now that the Soviet Union has collapsed, every soldier is disloyal. Can you imagine? Some people in the barracks are from this country, some are from that country. We all enlisted together, but now two of our countries are at war! How can such an army have any cohesion? How can it organize to rescue refugees? Do you expect them to listen to me, their superior? Their families might be being invaded by my fellow countrymen, or even by my own homeland!”

Brunhilde remained silent; such was the tragedy of a great power's disintegration. The collapse, from the inside out, was like a building having its central structural blocks removed. Once brothers, now devouring each other—what were the soldiers, still managing to maintain their rationality and peace, supposed to think? The Soviet dream lasted only 69 years; after being reduced to fifteen separate countries, everything reverted to its original state of constant fighting and killing.

The brothers have been fighting amongst themselves for four hundred years without stopping.

Just then, a commotion arose downstairs. Cocolia frowned, and the group looked down. They saw a group of young men carrying sticks and machetes kick open the door and barge in, shouting and yelling.

A bunch of thugs.

Brunhilde gave Cocolia a strange look. These thugs were clearly here to cause trouble, but... but this was Cocolia's refugee camp. What kind of thugs would dare trespass on the territory of an army captain?

Refugees are indeed easy to bully, but a strong woman like Cocolia is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Cocolia noticed Brunhilde's look and felt a wave of helplessness. She got up to go downstairs, saying, "These thugs aren't here for the first time. I... it's not that I can't handle them, it's just not as easy as you think. They're not just thugs, they're a gang formed by Lieutenant General Gogol's son. I can't just shoot him dead. You know, I'm just a refugee now, and my rank was issued by the Soviet Union, not the current Russian Federation... I didn't change my rank, so I'm not even really part of the military right now."

Cocolia went downstairs angrily and helplessly, waving her hand to signal Bonya not to follow.

Brunhilde naturally followed, and Cocolia didn't stop her. As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, they saw the group of thugs from Moscow kick over a refugee's tent and strut arrogantly to the stairwell.

The gang leader, Ilyich, and his deputy, Fedo, also saw Cocolia and Brunhilde coming downstairs, which surprised the gang members.

They already knew this refugee camp belonged to Cocolia. Unlike other refugee camps, this one was legal because it wasn't approved by the government but was a mansion Cocolia had purchased herself. They had also served in the military and had always coveted the blonde, busty beauty of the woman. Now, they had already asked the archives department if they could touch her.

The archives stated that Cocolia had long since lost her captain rank, since no one could trace her to the KGB anymore. Ilyich was relieved, and he knew very well that Cocolia, the cold and beautiful officer who haunted the dreams of countless men in the military, also had an equally stunning best friend, who used to be a military wife but had now lost her husband… perfect timing to make a move.

As for whether there would be any problems with taking action against these two women, Ilyich wasn't worried at all. Cocolia, who used to be a soldier, at least made people less inclined to have any designs on her, but now that the country was in chaos, Cocolia and Bonya, these two married women with beautiful bodies, deserved to be coveted by them. Even if their husbands hadn't died, it wouldn't be a problem.

However, Ilyich did not expect that Cocolia would have another beautiful girl by her side. She was a high school girl with white hair and red eyes, and her appearance was so pure and lovely... The thugs subconsciously swallowed. Married women are good, but aren't pure girls even better? Compared to this group of stinking refugees, these beauties are truly like a lotus rising from the mud, untainted!

Despite their extremely impure motives, the thugs still greeted Cocolia with a playful smirk.

"Long time no see, Captain!"

"Long time no see." Cocolia's face was icy cold; she knew perfectly well that these thugs harbored ill intentions.

“We’ve decided to have a party here tonight. Your monastery has a great location; I’d like to rent it for a bit.” Ilyich chuckled, rubbing the mud off the soles of his dirty boots on the sofa, and looked at Cocolia, who was visibly angry. “Your place is big and spacious, and there’s even room for a bonfire. How about we have an indoor bonfire dance party? I’ll treat you and Miss Bonya to drinks.”

“It might not be very convenient. This is a government-approved refugee camp. If you want to have fun, go somewhere else. There’s no need to come to the suburbs and cause trouble for the refugees.” Cocolia stared at him. “Don’t give me any trouble.”

“Who would dare to cause trouble for the Captain? What if you whip me! Oh, although I really want to be whipped by you, Captain, it would feel better to be whipped on you.” Ilyich laughed heartily. “If you ask me, you should all get out of here. I’ve requisitioned this place. Refugees or not, get out of here! This house is mine!”

"I'm sorry, the local government approved it, and this is a property I purchased privately..."

"Stop talking to me, Captain. You're really clueless, aren't you? Those property deeds you have are from years ago. It's the Russian Federation now, and the people in charge aren't the same anymore! You bought it? You think you just bought it because you say so? This building is mine now. Go check with the property bureau if you don't believe me." Ilyich shrugged. "You dare to stay in my private residence for so many days now? Trespassing gives me unlimited self-defense rights. Do you know what unlimited self-defense rights mean?"

Ilyich let out a sinister laugh.

Cocolia's expression turned even uglier. She wasn't without a gun, but it was clear that the other side was powerful and had figured out that she had no one to rely on and could be easily bullied.

She glanced at the timid refugees scattered on the ground.

You can't expect the refugees to say anything; they're all living off Moscow's aid, and Ilyich is practically a second-generation Moscow resident. They simply don't have the guts to stand up to a thug like Ilyich. It's the dead of winter now; outside the monastery, the streets are so cold you could freeze to death.

Other refugee camps are already full, and there are refugees everywhere. The Moscow government might even prefer fewer refugees. Being evicted would be a good thing; given Ilyich's background, he could probably suppress the fact that he killed refugees here. After all… it's his house, right? He could have unlimited self-defense and kill them all without breaking the law!

Cocolia began to think of a solution.

She absolutely could not abandon these refugees, and besides, the other side was targeting her, and had nothing to do with the refugees.

Cocolia hesitated. While chastity was important, for a soldier, anything of value in return was also within their value system. Her husband had divorced her many years ago, so it couldn't be considered infidelity.

But… I might as well let myself be, but Bonya absolutely cannot be defiled! Bonya isn't a soldier; she could never accept such a thing. She deserves to be loved by someone kinder and gentler. How dare a few thugs even dream of Bonya?

But if you want more than you have, even sacrificing yourself doesn't guarantee you'll keep Bangya. So, it's better to…

A flash of murderous intent crossed Cocolia's eyes. If she couldn't protect herself no matter what, she might as well kill him first. Killing him and then escaping couldn't be worse than this, could it?

In truth, the thugs underestimated Cocolia's will. A woman with a background as a KGB agent, her will was as hard as steel. She couldn't possibly be weak; even offering her body as a bargaining chip wouldn't break her. However, she also weighed the pros and cons carefully, and once she felt the benefits weren't balanced, her resolve was equally decisive.

Killing meant nothing to a KGB woman; she was a soldier, and countless lives were already on her hands.

"And this little sister? What's her name? Where does she go to school?" Ilyich started talking to Brunhilde again, and he tried to put his hand on her shoulder, but she took a step back to avoid it.

Brunhilde chuckled. "What a greasy pickup line. Is this kind of scenario the same everywhere? All thugs and hooligans from any country have the same tone."

Ilyich didn't mind at all. This kind of exceptionally beautiful girl was satisfying no matter what she did or said. Her sharp tongue was also a charm point. Ilyich's restless hormones simply couldn't resist.

Just then, another beautiful woman came down the stairs.

The thugs could no longer suppress their drooling. A blonde, military-uniformed beauty, a gray-haired, sickly beauty, and a white-haired, sharp-tongued young woman—the three women, each with their own distinct charm, were simply irresistible. Although they were from wealthy families, Ilyich and his companions had never seen such a gathering of beauties. Of course, this wasn't surprising; the most beautiful girls on Earth were often found on the supernatural side.

It's like even if three beautiful girls appear at the same time, the one who attracts everyone's attention the most is Brunhilde, who has extraordinary blood... even though she doesn't have extraordinary abilities.

Cocolia noticed Bonya coming downstairs. "Why did you come down! I told you to stay upstairs!"

Bonya hid behind Brunhilde and whispered, "Can't they handle this time?"

"It's alright, you go upstairs, just don't let them see you!"

At that moment, Brunhilde suddenly pulled the beautiful, silver-gray curly-haired woman into her arms. Before Bonya could react, she kneaded the woman's plump buttocks with her left hand, pulled her onto her lap, and lifted her long hair to kiss her lips.

To be precise, it wasn't the lips, but the side of the cheek, but to the thugs, it looked like a kiss on the lips.

Bonya was completely confused, but Brunhilde pinched her bottom hard and whispered, "Pretend I'm your husband."

Then he leaned back lazily on the sofa, patted the spot to his right, and whistled at Cocolia, "Baby, alright, I'll handle this. Come here."

Cocolia frowned as she looked at the boy who was embracing Bonya, and then she realized that Brunhilde was about to intervene. She was overjoyed and immediately rushed into his arms, knelt down on his right side, and then very cooperatively gave him a sweet kiss.

Brunhilde was initially relieved to see her cooperating so well, but the next second he realized that Cocolia didn't avoid him at all. She directly pried open his lips, and the mature wife's slightly astringent yet passionate tongue intertwined with his.

"This is a reward for Bubu's decision to help. Rather than risk losing your virginity to that bastard, it's better to reward Bubu for being likable," Cocolia said with a light smile as she ended the deep kiss.

"No, you're taking advantage of me..." Brunhilde was speechless.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: What exactly does "married woman" mean?

(I'm sorry, I've been hospitalized recently. Although I have my phone, I have an IV drip in my left arm, so it's difficult for me to type. Besides, I'm not very good at typing on a phone; I usually type on a computer.)

(Secondly, although there is a voice recording and typing function, there are other patients around, so I'm too embarrassed to speak. Therefore, I only write a few hundred words a day in the hospital these days, and even sending a leave request is troublesome.)

(So ​​I haven't updated for several days, I'm very sorry)

Although Brunhilde is considered by most to be one of the most beautiful girls on the extraordinary side, comparable to Cecilia, the most beautiful woman in Schicksal, Brunhilde herself feels that, upon careful analysis, she still appears quite masculine. It was understandable that she hadn't fully developed her loli-like appearance when she was young, but now she's at least 1.6 meters tall with shoes on. While she might not be exceptionally talented or handsome, she shouldn't have the same first reaction to every stranger she meets: "Wow, this girl is so pretty, it's a shame she's a bit of a chatterbox, but she's still so pretty."

But in reality, when one person gets to know another, appearance is mostly just the first impression. Behavior, on the other hand, is what subconsciously determines gender.

After Brunhilde pulled the two beautiful married women, one blonde and one grey, into her arms, Ilyich's expression changed. Brunhilde guessed that he had probably realized she was actually male and was inwardly furious.

Sure enough, Ilyich glared at him menacingly: "Oh my, this is the first time I've encountered something like this. Lace? I don't care about lace, in fact, I like this kind of taste!"

So you didn't notice?

Brunhilde was now seething with anger.

He didn't care, however, as he freely kneaded Bangya, enjoying the slightly annoyed expression on the silver-haired, delicate wife's face, while turning to signal to Cocolia. The golden-haired military princess immediately reacted, giving him a flirtatious glare, and turned back to say, "Since that's the case, there's no need to hide it anymore, my little darling. Someone's eyeing your plaything, aren't you going to stand up for us?"

Ilyich seemed to finally understand, staring at Brunhilde in disbelief: "Wait, wait a minute, buddy, what do you guys mean? You... who are you from?"

Now you know to call them "bro"?

The Ragdoll cat finally felt a little happier.

Of course, he tried not to think that the thug in front of him was more shocked than that the woman he coveted was being taken by him, because he was not a girl.