Ikari Shinji's Harem Comedy Daily Life

I don't know what kind of terrifying scene Asuka Shikinami encountered. In short, I guess what I have to face is an apostle, a selle, a nevr, an Evr01, and something else...

"Various tanks, tanks!" Enemy spotted!

"прикрой меня!" Cover me!

“Нидалед ” missed!

As soon as Ikari regained consciousness, he heard bursts of intense artillery fire. He also heard Russian, which he should have been completely incomprehensible to him, but now made sense to him. Gradually, he began to understand everything.

"What should we do now?—Hey, forget me, go check on Ikari!" A middle-aged white man with white hair and beard, seemingly shot in the calf, was applying a makeshift tourniquet. Another young soldier with black hair and black eyes quickly moved in front of him. This young soldier was quite handsome, looking about twelve or thirteen years old, with a cross-shaped scar on his left jaw, but his eyes were firm.

"Ikari! Ikari! --Ikari Shinji." The young soldier pulled out a headscarf from his bosom, took out a knife and quickly tore it into strips. He began bandaging Ikari Shinji's head and said seriously, "How are you? Can you see clearly?"

Not getting an answer from Shinji Ikari, the young soldier asked anxiously, "Come on, answer me loudly, who are you?"

Gunshots and artillery fire continued to rang out outside the ruins. The sound of arrows streaking past reminded Xiao Ikari of the time when he fought against the Self-Defense Forces and the sound of them shooting at him.

"I'm... Ikari Shinji." Confused and with a slight headache, Ikari covered his head and tried to get up, but he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

"Don't worry, you're lucky." The young soldier used a knife to cut open Shinji's clothes, and after a careful inspection, he said, "Bear with it! I'll insert it right away, the bullet is nearby!"

As the young soldier spoke, he picked up a knife without sterilizing it and carefully stabbed it into the lower abdomen of the boy with slightly muscular abdominal muscles.

"Ouch!!!" This was the first time in my life that a man had penetrated me with a sharp weapon. Ikari gnashed his teeth. But the man was quick and pulled the knife out.

"It's just shrapnel, not a bullet. You're lucky." The young soldier said, and quickly wrapped a simple bandage around Xiao Ding: "Cover it up! - Yes, just like that... Hey! Don't fall asleep. Tell me, tell me loudly, who am I!"

Accompanied by the roar of the explosion, the young soldier attacked almost face to face.

"You are..." Ikari Shinji looked at everything in front of him in confusion, and the splitting headache felt a little less severe. At this time, Ikari Shinji finally remembered, and after a few seconds he said: "Sagara... Sosuke?"

"Great, you're okay. I thought you were dead or completely gone." After the young soldier put the last bandage on Ikari Shinji, he grabbed an AK74 and threw it into the little Ikari's hands. "Hold it, cover me. That RPG shot just now went astray! I'll go over and see if I can get the TNT over there!"

What kind of "Join the Army" player are you? You're chasing after tanks under rain of bullets?

"We are..." Ah, I remembered.

I, Shinji Ikari.

in this world.

14 is old.

At the age of 4, Ikari Yui became autistic.

In the same year, he was abandoned by Ikari Gendō to his uncle's home in the countryside.

That same year, when he turned four, his uncle's house was robbed by unknown individuals. Thanks to NEVR's nearly nonexistent security (there was no NEVR back then, only Gehirn, it seems), his entire family was killed. Shinji Ikari was kidnapped and sold.

In 2004, Shinji Ikari was sold to...

Soviet Union!

Jing Su's eyes were filled with tears.

Whether it was for various experiments or just a steaming bet at the time, Ikari was drafted in to train as a Soviet boy soldier. He went from being a weak, effeminate boy to a handsome young man undergoing military training. Other problems arose, and he and fellow boy soldier Sosuke Sagara were sent to Afghanistan to assassinate a local guerrilla leader.

After being defeated and captured, the local Green Guerrilla leader could not stand it anymore and said that the Soviet revisionists were inhumane - and then adopted 10-year-old Ikari and 9-year-old Sagara Sosuke.

After becoming the leaders of the local guerrillas, Sagara Sosuke changed his name to "Qasim" and Ko Ikari changed his name to "Suleimani", meaning to commemorate a certain person. After that, Sagara Sosuke and Ko Ikari continued to fight in various groups and organizations with superb individual tactical skills and cooperation.

until now.

2015 5 Month 1 Day.

The Angel will arrive in a month, and old Ikari finally "gets on the sedan chair and has his ears pierced". After many attempts, he finally believes that if his son is not his, he may not be able to pilot EVA-01.

So he began to look for his son anxiously.

Originally, the son was just an accident. As for what Yui Ikari said before she left, "From now on, Shinji is in your care," she should just pretend she didn't hear it. Well, even if you love someone, you can't remember every word they say, right? After all, Yui Ikari isn't Ayanami, who's never spoken a word in her life.

"No, wait—" Xiao Ikari grabbed Sagara Sosuke who was about to rush out with the TNT bag and said, "Give me the bag."

"?" Sagara Sosuke glanced at Ikari Shinji, frowned and said, "You're injured, just cover me, I'll go..."

"I'll do it!" I, Xiao Ikari, live in a world with EVA. My mother, Ikari Yui, is even transformed into EVA. I am invincible! Since this world has EVA, my cheat is pure and natural without any pollution - "Give me the TNT, I'll be fine, don't worry."

He gritted his teeth and stood up in the ruins.

My memories have been inherited, even though my head hurts. I just lay on the ground for more than ten minutes without recovering, but now I have basically inherited them...

This Sosuke Sagara.

He's my best friend, a half-brother! We've stood by each other's backs, taken bullets for each other, a true life-or-death friendship. It's the final blow, so I can't let anything happen to you.

After grabbing the explosive pack, Xiao Ding felt his body going crazy...

recover.

You see, you don't need Unit-01 to be spiritually polluted. We are spiritually polluted, but we are justified by faith.

We are all children of Lilith. If we want to pollute, we can pollute. If we want to cause trouble, we can cause trouble.

I looked at the situation outside and confirmed the appearance of street fighting in the city: ruins, tanks, and enemy soldiers sweeping through.

Ko Ikari kicked Sosuke Sagara away and rushed out with the bomb in his hand.

"?!?! Cover him!"

90 Ikari Shinji: Soviet Superman

"Fire, fire! Cover Ikari!"

It was as if I had seen a muscular man suddenly leap out of the battlefield—though this man was probably less than 1.6 meters tall. He was wearing a jacket that wasn't even camouflage, let alone a military uniform. His stomach was cut open, and blood was flowing from his head. His handsome face was now obscured by blood and dust, making it difficult to see his original appearance.

"Damn it, is that Japanese crazy?" Several mercenaries and local guerrilla forces in other buildings who were suppressed by tanks and dared not look up cursed.

"The Japanese, anyone who's not crazy would be sorry for him—" Another mercenary cursed fiercely, "Let him go if he wants to use the 'kamikaze'. If he succeeds, he's a hero, but if he fails, he's a clown! If Tank keeps calling names like this, we'll all be..."

"boom!"

125毫米2a46滑膛炮，发射的3of26高爆破片杀伤榴弹。以每秒850米的初速度发射，其为相当于5.24千克tnt的23公斤总重弹药。

Four mercenaries instantly flew into the sky from a window that was just about to support Xiao Ding. If they were not Superman, they would have died.

Cannon! Fire! Boom!

"I can't sit still anymore!" There were three drivers in the tank. The gunner shouted in the local language, "Ha! I curse your seven generations of ancestors! Taste this!——"

The automatic loader is loading ammunition. Even though the Special 72 tank was developed in 67, entered service in 71, and was finalized in 73, it already has an automatic loader. While it's far behind the advanced loader of our great American tanks, it's enough to save one person in this cramped tank.

One less person packed means one less person who dies. After all, they are just canned goods in a can - consumables.

"Destroy the target, next position! Turn the turret 30 degrees left!" The commander was much calmer than the gunner. Through the TKH-3 binocular sight on the commander's tower, the commander gave orders one after another: "Follow the direction of the infantry's tracer bullets and attack the window - have the infantry fire another confirmation tracer bullet! Don't miss the target again!"

If he had ordered the turret to turn 30 degrees to the right, his sight would have easily shifted further with the body—then Ikari would have G-ed, the Apostle would have won, and the world would have ended—so, the commander's order was good! It was a self-sacrifice to save everyone.

"Da da da da..."

No one dared to stick their heads out, so they all hid behind the windows and stuck their guns out, without aiming at all, and just fired blindly in the direction where the enemy should, might, or probably was.

This is how the battlefield should be—after all, bullets are public property, but lives are yours. Legend has it, legend has it—a WWII American soldier needed 2.5 million rounds of ammunition to kill a Nazi (I think that's accounting for rapid-fire weapons, suppressive fire, vehicle-mounted weapons, and so on, though suppressive fire wasn't very promising to begin with). American soldiers in the Korean War were even weaker, requiring 5 rounds to kill a single volunteer soldier. In Vietnam, the ammunition supply was six hundred tons per battle—basically, a full magazine would go by without hitting anything, and even hitting the sky was common.

The collective battles wits and courage with the air.

In comparison, there is a line in a certain lyric that says “every bullet can kill an enemy” - where did the Chinese Superman come from?

But the problem is that it seems... some... really... can do it.

"Assholes, aim! Our men are blowing up tanks! - Damn it, these young soldiers are so reckless!" Swearing profusely, a bearded guerrilla instantly began to greet the whole world: "It's that pretty boy who looks like a woman! What's his name, Ikari? - Aim better before you shoot, I thought it was a woman, but I didn't expect her to be so reckless! - Cover him!"

Of course it's useless for you to fight against tanks.

Cover is mainly to suppress the infantry around the tank. At this time, the main theme is infantry attacking infantry. Tanks? Tanks are support vehicles. No one really thinks that tanks should directly fight one-on-one against infantry, right? Especially in urban fighting? No way, no way, no way?

This kind of tank that is difficult to turn is like a large queen with restraints on her body. It can be easily killed by a nimble little boy out of nowhere.

Little Ikari never thought that there was a world where he was not destined to drive Unit-01.

I'm going to drive a tank!

I was only four years old, tied up and had some free time, so I started practicing with the AK. There was a training course for young soldiers, and just one year was so refreshing. I remember the political commissar and the instructor, who both mentored me. Later, I was promoted to squad leader, which was really impressive.

That night, when I was ten, the instructor was so treacherous. From the beginning to the end, they'd been strategizing about my assassination. My reactions and responses were always a little off, but my dream of "Joining the Army" remained steadfast. Even though I'm a beautiful boy, I let others look down on me. Just keep practicing, and I'll kill all of Gendou with my AK!

Set up tanks, then set up gunmen! Enjoy the sound of artillery all over the sky at some point.

Set up the tanks, then disperse the riflemen! It's inevitable that Hideaki Anno will be beheaded!

Unit 01 comes with a powerful punch.

I will crown you a hero! (Andy Lau, "17 Years Old")

After passing through a barrage of bullets, and then being intermittently suppressed by his teammates' fire, Xiao Ding slowly made his way to a hiding spot next to the Special 72. He put his AK74 aside, put the TNT in his hand, and prepared the detonator and fuse.

On-site charging, pulling the rope, and preparing the detonator. This is where the hard work comes in. After about a minute, Xiao Ding, who was loading the explosives on the battlefield, finally connected three TNT blocks, each weighing 200 grams.

"Swoosh!" I'm not stupid. Why should I lie under a tank if it can throw me? You are not a moving tank, you are just a target in street fighting.

Three 200-gram medicine blocks were tied together and thrown over. Because the bullets were too light, Xiao Ding also tied small stones on them. The total weight was about one kilogram - you can imagine that it was thrown quite far.

It was thrown 20 meters away. No matter whether it is adrenaline or mental pollution, it works.

Oh, may Ikari Yui's mother bless you! Kalashnikov is the best! Invincible!

"boom!"

With a deafening bang, Xiao Ding, holding the TNT in his hand and pulling the fuse, accurately... uh, threw it on the trunk lid of the Special-72.

In an instant, the combat effectiveness of the Special 72 disappeared.

The violent explosion shocked everyone. The shock wave generated by the violent explosion directly shocked Xiao Ding, who was hiding in the ruins bunker 20 meters away, to the point of trembling with fear.

If it's about to split, it's not split. If it's not split, you can continue to hunt the other person's mother!

"Hurray!" Xiao Ikari in this world has this bonus.

As a native of Area 11, Ikari was kidnapped and began training in Siberia at the age of four. From time to time, he could dig out a few Area 11 seniors, so of course he spoke Russian better than Japanese.

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"...Ah? This is the commander's son?"

First Lieutenant Misato Katsuragi (not yet the later Major General), Chief of Operations of the First Section of the Tactical Operations Bureau, also known as Tactical Section 1, was looking at the footage taken by the drone with a look of shock.

This video was classified as confidential, and Misato Katsuragi of the Tactical Operations Bureau was not qualified to attend the meeting. However, for some reason, Katsuragi was allowed to attend the meeting.

Not to mention Misato Katsuragi, even the Intelligence Department directly under Old Ikari had just obtained the first-hand information.

According to xxx, an ordinary officer of the Intelligence Section 1 who was later assigned to work as a traffic policeman on xx Island, when Old Ikari saw what his son did and showed in the video, his face almost twisted.

"Yes, Shinji Ikari, codenamed Soleimani, is indeed the son of Commander Ikari." The chief of the Intelligence Section 1 is the same intelligence department that is better than nothing in the TV version, with black suits, black ties, black leather shoes, and black sunglasses - but wearing a dazzling white shirt.

The intelligence chief, holding a document in his hand, said, "According to our information, Ikari Shinji was kidnapped at the age of four and received full-time closed military training at the Soviet Siberian Youth Military Base No. 12 that same year. Six years later, at the age of ten, he was sent to..."

I'm not going to go into detail about Shinji Ikari's childhood, as I mentioned in the previous chapter. Those who use the Scarlet Eyes reader can skip to the previous one.

"Hiss!" Misato Katsuragi took a breath and looked at Shinji Ikari crawling forward on the screen. How big is a 14-year-old boy?

Dressed in rags and tattered clothes, he carries an AK daily, his mouth blaring. He takes risking his life as his personality, taking a single blow as his freedom. He holds his enemies in deep contempt, his thirst for victory insatiable. As frightening as a flying swan or a soaring dragon, revealing the noble young man you are; as glorious as autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pines, I'll fuck you to death, you beautiful boy!

Sure! Thousands of words condensed into one sentence, Katsuragi Misato said at the time: "Is this boy so terrifying?"

Then Katsuragi Misato saw Ikari Shinji running all the way over, advancing through a hail of bullets and personally shooting two people dead. Bullets flew by his scalp, and he threw a remote-controlled TNT bomb 20 meters away, directly blowing the rear chassis of the Special 72, which was surrounded by explosion-proof cement, into the sky.

Oh!

So damn handsome!

"Ula!"

He and the other guerrillas and mercenaries pursued the enemy with all their remaining strength. He jumped into a Special 72 and unleashed a barrage of fire on the tankers who had opened their hatches and were trying to escape, without even a thought of retrieving his uniform. Finally, Ikari performed a one-handed magazine change while holding his AK, leaving Katsuragi and a group of knowledgeable intelligence officers bewildered.

"...Commander Ikari's son is quite capable." Katsuragi's mouth twitched constantly as he asked, "Uh, what on earth did you call me here for?"

"Commander Ikari's orders." You're useless anyway. The so-called tactical lesson is just a lesson for taking the blame. For a long time before the attack of the Angels, Katsuragi was primarily engaged in scientific research (researching penguins, and Pian Pian (the family pet) is a product of that research. In the original script, Pian Pian had a plot, at least representing the technology of the old civilization—but later, the script was overturned and no longer concerned). If you don't drink a few glasses of wine regularly, you won't end up being shot into a hedgehog at the end of the old movie.

"Captain Katsuragi, please proceed to the area immediately. Retrieve Ikari Shinji—our personnel have already made the initial contact, and you will handle the subsequent handover."

91 There is a price, there is a price! This is the money I earn from selling my body for a year! — Ikari Shinji

"...Huh?" Though he was technically a UN official, Katsuragi was completely bewildered. Ever since I was a kid, I've always traveled abroad with my dad. Whenever I returned, it was to the Arctic—and then I saw something huge and bright rush over, sweeping away my dad and half the world's population. Now, when I go abroad again, this is how I'm treated?

"No, why me? What have I done to deserve this? You should find someone else..."