In order to let the troops carry out mass work, this is not to chop wood and carry water, but to make clear the antagonism of this class contradiction; to incite this hatred; It is necessary to explain the process of each stage clearly in order to be convincing. If this demand falls on the troops of any other country, I am afraid that it will be an empty word, and only the troops under the command of Ding Yi can implement it. Why? In fact, it is very simple, and the most basic factor is the illiteracy rate.

Are there any illiterate people who can carry out mass work very well? Yes, but there are always few.

Although it is said that "Liu Xiang didn't study", it's just that Liu Bang and Xiang Yu are not good at writing. Xiang Yu's so-called learning of literature and sword was unsuccessful, but when he was ambushed on all sides, Xiang Chu was still able to calmly capture the flag and kill the generals, and he was unstoppable! This is called learning the sword and not succeeding. It can be seen from this that if you can't learn literature, you are definitely not illiterate; What about Liu Bang? The song of the great wind has also been passed down through the ages, and if you don't read, you won't read, which has nothing to do with illiteracy.

Ding Yi's troops, who have basically served for more than three years, can read nearly 1,000 words, and it is unlikely that veterans will be illiterate.

Because they are literate, they can understand how to carry out propaganda work, know how to learn all kinds of propaganda skills, carry out mass work, and lead the people. The 400 soldiers, who were relatively good at French, changed into civilian clothes and began to mingle into Paris in batches.

Paris is dark at night, and the stench seems to have diminished a little in this autumn night. Maybe it's the perfume sprayed on the people who are still walking the streets, hiding the stench. In the dark alleyway, the orange light in the tavern window is the only light.

A drunken man was thrown out and fell into a puddle outside the tavern with a string of filthy splashes, and he cursed and staggered to his feet, with the smell of alcohol and the smell of water. Reluctantly looking at the only place that would bring him pleasure this night, he fumbled through all his pockets, and finally found a little coin, which made him happy. Re-entered this tavern.

Yes, this is the pleasure of the poor, the balls of the high nobility of the estates, insulated from them.

And when this wolf bèi unbearable man, once again sat in front of the bar. A large glass of beer that was still foaming slipped over: "I'll invite you this one." The man sat at the other end of the bar, in the shadows of the light, his French with an authentic Parisian accent, almost the last note still smelling of Paris.

"Thank you, man. Bruno, that's my name. He took a big sip of his glass, then held out his hand to the shadows, "This fucking day, when I have money, I'll treat you to a drink too!" "The man came out of the shadows. A hand stretched out, and shook it with Bruno's hand, the dim candle flame obscured the difference in skin color, and it was almost impossible to see any difference between the two hands held together, and even the nails between them were covered with dirt.

"Calle, Carl. Marx. Under the felt cloth cloak, a yellow face was revealed, and if Liu Yiyi saw this face, it would be difficult to think of it immediately. That's what she misses her husband. Because Ding Yi's face is also covered with dirt, his short beard is deliberately messy, and the wisps look like the style of a Parisian indigenous low-class people.

Even in terms of facial features, it is still somewhat different from that of Caucasians. But the alcohol and the lights made Bruno not immediately realize the difference between races, and after he let go of his hand, he patted Ding Yi's shoulder casually: "Karl, Germanic?" Your last name and your tall physique, yes. It should be the Germans! Oh,! Don't look at me like that! Hey, fuck Bruno wasn't born poor enough to be thrown out of the tavern! I used to have a ship, yes, a ship, but unfortunately it didn't catch up with the good days, and let you son of a bitch Nordics, Vikings, rob it! You know? If only now, Poseidon's armada, the maker of the maritime order, the Vikings, would not dare to come out to rob at sea! He seemed to have drunk a lot, and his speech was a little distracted, but Ding Yi could roughly understand what he meant.

So Ding Yi ordered two more beers, which were the same as the one just now, all of them were inferior ales: "Sorry, I don't have much money." As he spoke, he put one of the glasses in front of Bruno again, "And then you're a shipowner and a civilian?" This made Bruno a little embarrassed, and he shook his head and pushed the glass of wine towards Ding Yi, but after Ding Yi pushed it again, he swallowed his saliva and finally picked it up and took a sip.

"Nope. If it's just the Vikings, brother, I tell you, Bruno won't be so easily knocked down! He clenched his fists and shook them, as if to strike some hidden foe, "I started selling merchandise on land, but those damn Robin Hoods! Damn Robin Hood! They actually thought I was a noble lord and robbed me! , God, I have four kids to feed! He said, hugging his head and crying, maybe he was drunk, maybe he just needed a drunken excuse to vent his frustration.

Ding Yi patted him on the shoulder: "Friend, the hardship will always pass." ”

"Hey." Someone on the side walked over, took Latin Yi's hand, motioned for Ding Yi to come to the side, and then leaned into Ding Yi's ear and said, "Don't irritate him, don't talk to him about the past, friend." The aristocratic lord dragged his eldest daughter, who was only six years old at the time, into the room, and when she came out, she was dead. Bruno broke the noble lord's leg and came to Paris with his family. He's a poor man. ”

Speaking of this, the man spread his hands and smiled bitterly: ", who is not here?" Then he laughed self-deprecatingly and walked away.

Ding Yi didn't say anything to Bruno again, quietly finished drinking this beer with him, then patted him on the shoulder and told him a place outside Paris: "There is a forest there, have you been there?" Very well, tomorrow night, get there and find me, if you want to change the fate of this dog day. Of course, I'll bring some wine. Ding Yi lowered his voice, "I don't plan to pay taxes to the king for the private wine, whether you want to drink or something else, after sunset tomorrow, I will wait for you there, until the moon rises and you don't come, I will leave." ”

"Hehe, you're Robin Hood too?" Bruno, who has been a ship owner and a trader, even if he is drunk, even if he has cried, he has a sharper insight than ordinary people, "Fuck, I don't mind, really, I don't mind, if you are, I can answer you now, I am willing to join you, yes, I have nothing to lose!" ”

Ding Yi shook his head: "No, I'm not." I haven't thought about instigating you to be a Robin Hood. ”

Then he tightened his felt canopy, and walked to the outside of the tavern with a thin man who had just sat in the shadows like him, and then Bruno's voice came from behind him: "Hey, Carl, how about you give me another glass of wine?" Ding Yi, who turned around, held out a middle finger to Bruno, and then left amid the roar of laughter from the others in the tavern.

After walking out of the tavern, someone followed in the dark corner of the alleyway. This is Ding Yi's guard, and now Ding Yi is unlikely to stage a solo adventure again. Even in the tavern, there were still a dozen or so guards who were still in the dark, silently pretending to drink, and then leaving in batches when they were not noticed.

When you enter the back door of a Ding family shop in Paris, and then enter the small garden of a small estate under the guidance of the answering staff. Ding Yi stopped, and this was where he rested in Paris tonight. He said to the man next to him, who looked thin compared to him, "Got it?" ”

The man pulled down the hood of his cloak, but it was Marguerite of Anjou: "I don't quite understand, Great Majesty." Like the guy named Bruno, why don't you give him a beer or a good drink? "Ding Yi definitely doesn't lack that money.

Ding Yi shook his head: "No, you have to make yourself one of them first." Inviting him for two beers was already the limit of a commoner's hospitality to a stranger, at least for most of the people in that tavern, according to our observations. If you ask for a third drink, or a good wine, then you are a person with ulterior motives, and Bruno will go from having a crush on you to being suspicious - even though he has nothing, things that are unreasonable will always make people wonder what your purpose is. On this night, Ding Yi contacted at least four civilians like Bruno, and never showed generosity that exceeded the bottom line.

"Relying on such filthy civilians to get Paris from Louis XI?" Margaret asked incredulously.

Ding Yi once again denied her and said: "I don't need Paris, why do I need Paris?" This is a city surrounded by dung, and the walls are even raised to prevent the enemy from stepping on the dung outside the city and directly attacking the city walls! What do I want such a wall? ”

"It's Parisians who need Paris."

"I asked you to learn this qiē so that the English need their queen or queen, and if you can achieve this, then no nobleman can overthrow you."

Margaret humbly bowed her head and said, "Your Majesty, I am grateful for your guidance, but, but there is still a month before you are about to duel." Shouldn't you prepare for a duel at this time? "She's a very shrewd woman, no matter how useful this set of things Ding Yi taught her seems to be. But she always thinks that Ding Yi's life is her greatest support.

"This is a duel." Ding Yi's dirt-covered face showed a smile, and Margaret of Anjou looked at his eyes, so bright, in the black eyes, she seemed to see a bright light like a star.

He has never been a guy at the mercy of others, and he still has some concerns in Huaxia, worried about whether his thinking is correct, whether it will cause more harm to Huaxia, and so on.

In Europe, he had no scruples.

Louis XI wants to calculate him, so Ding Yi dares to flip the table and output the word revolution, and Ding is no stranger to it.

This is the duel, the duel between Ding Yi and Louis XI. (To be continued.) )xh118R1052