"Okay." Xiboril nodded directly in agreement. After all, she was just coerced into joining this organization.
He is not a true fighter for justice, and he has no intention of complaining for the infected people in this world.
As for why she and Tallulah were arguing like this just now, it was just because the girl opposite would always have different opinions from her in some places when discussing with her.
Then, Tallulah would always refute her words with her own arguments, once or twice, but after this happened many times, Xiboril finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the high-level lever spirit directly attacked people's souls. break out.
Facts have proved that Luper's race is naturally rebellious. When they are not completely suppressed by some irresistible force, even if they show their submissiveness on the surface, they don't take the object of their subservience seriously at all. .
Especially after the girl appeared as a member of the organization, Xiboril, who was also forced to become a member of the organization, looked down upon the daughter of the duke and pulled Talulah to an equal status with himself. They were both threatened by the bald man with terrifying power. , characters of the same level who have just joined this organization.
After losing the status of superiority and inferiority, Tallulah wanted to impose some ideas on her that she did not agree with, but it was impossible. Therefore, disputes inevitably occurred.
Now that he calmed down, Xibolier felt dull, like a keyboard warrior who had lost his keyboard.
"Shall I make the decision?"
Hearing this, Wu Ke put down the pen in his hand with a serious look on his face.
On the right side, Tallulah nodded slightly.
On the left, Xiboril, who no longer seemed to care, was also glancing at him furtively.
Although he felt that there was not much hope, Xiboril still hoped that this person could do something like a human being.
Instead of closing his eyes and covering his ears, he and Tallulah formed a conflict between each other, attacking and criticizing her.
"Let me tell you, everything you said makes some sense, so..."
Wu Ke took a deep breath.
The two women's eyes suddenly focused on each other, and their breathing slowed down for a beat.
The eyes intertwining in the air smelled of gunpowder.
[Which side are you on, my side or hers? 】
As if he was asking this question, the atmosphere was slightly strange.
"Of course I am, standing in the middle!"
"Eh?"
Hyboril and Tallulah's eyes widened.
At this moment, they seemed to be watching the birth of a scumbag.
"Don't look at me so strangely. Practice will tell the truth. Everything you say makes sense, but I can't make a choice simply based on what you say makes sense.
So, since I am not incapable, of course I want both of you. "
Wu Ke clenched his fists at the two of them. He was familiar with the theory that had no practical conclusion. He had been taught how to do it in politics class.
"We have to grasp it with both hands and be strong-minded, and then find a path that suits us through practice. After all, if you are born in Yeluzi, you should learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought, take the essence and discard the dross, gain experience and draw conclusions in practice, In practice, we must seek common ground while reserving differences and develop together..."
What the SB boy said surprised the two women on the side.
The term "seeking common ground while reserving differences" is quite new in this world.
Especially here in Ursus, when it comes to practical political thinking, there are often only two ways to deal with people who have different opinions from them: either turn a blind eye, or treat them as heretics and try every means to deal with them.
Of course, this "solve" refers to killing people with other ideas, solving the problem in a physical sense.
It's crude, but very effective. Persecuting infected people to solve the problem of war defeat is the most typical example of variant extension.
Wu Ke explained what he knew about the concept of seeking common ground while reserving differences. After listening to this, Xiboril touched his smooth chin.
"The idea of taking tolerance as the core and making changes based on the actual situation broadly sounds pretty good..."
This is certainly good, especially for clans belonging to minority races. In today's Ursus Empire, the mainstream of society still instinctively excludes non-mainstream races.
If Ruper's [Ennuo] clan, like Xiberil, had not served for the Northern Army, their lives would have been very difficult in the snowy plains where supplies were scarce.
Wu Ke's concept of seeking common ground while reserving differences allowed her to see the possibility of being tolerated and accepted.
"I can't accept it all, but I can accept it in compromise."
Tallulah thought for a while and said after listening.
Politics is the art of compromise, Tallulah learned this. Although she is too young and inexperienced as a politician, the girl is already able to use the means of compromise skillfully, but she occasionally goes crazy. For some things, it is said Nothing will be compromised.
"However, we know the core of tolerance, but how should we determine the criteria for tolerance?"
Tallulah asked.
"I'm not good at this, so it's all down to you two!"
Wu Ke spread his hands.
"..."
Is it okay to let go of the leader?
"There are just three principles that I must emphasize."
The young man looked serious.
"Which three?"
Xiboril has the potential to be popular.
"Fairness, justice and openness, these are the three principles!"
He said directly.
"Fairness and justice, the first two are easy to understand, but publicly, are you serious? Our organization is a resistance organization. To put it bluntly, it is an existence that will die in the face of light..."
Xiboril suddenly stopped, and it seemed that he had really seen the light. Tallulah's background as a duke would probably be fine.
The young man also has great strength and can fly, but it is impossible for anyone to keep him.
So, she was actually the only one who died?
Damn you, how can this be done? !
Just when Xiboril was about to say something and object even if there was a risk of being beaten to death, she saw the young man's gaze that looked like he was looking at a silly roe deer.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?"
"What you said is fine, but there may be something wrong with your brain."
Wu Ke shrugged and said.
"I thought you were very smart, but I didn't expect you to be stupid sometimes.
Open, as soon as you think about it, you will know that it is not open to the outside world, but open to the inside.
I just want the core ideas of the organization to be transparent enough.
Don't make some mysterious things that people won't understand..."
There are many illiterates in this world.
The number of people who can recognize all commonly used characters is probably only one in twenty.
But maybe this is because the miners are not well educated.
However, in this case, easy-to-understand ideological content would obviously be better.
. . . .
One man and two women stayed up all night.
The next day, it was still dark.
Wu Ke sent the two of them back to their room to rest after being tired all night.
When the two went back to catch up on their sleep, Wu Ke flew back to the guerrilla mine with written information and reported to Bozhokas on the progress of the production of political commissar teaching materials.
At the same time, let the other party observe the information you have recorded, and let the other party provide some additional comments, if any.
Bozhuo Kasti: "..."
The information the other party brought over included idealists, realists, and half-ideal and half-realistic neutrals. In this case, what else could he say with his shallow knowledge? He, Bozoka, was just an expert. The Sakaz people who fight are not political strategists.
It’s okay to ask him to talk about his life experience, but if he wants to talk about political ideology, forget it. The old guerrilla man simply abstained from voting.
I patiently read the written information in my hand several times. After I couldn't see the problem, I nodded, with a look of "I understand, I am very satisfied" and said, "I have no objection!"
. . . .
Three days have passed since Yelena was assigned the position of political commissar. During these three days, the rabbit-eared girl was very busy chasing ducks.
Following Wu Ke's instructions, she carefully searched the mine for someone who could comfort others.
Facts have proved that this type of people is really rare. Even with the help of the black armored shield guards, Yelena searched the mines here, but she only found a relatively optimistic young man.
Before the other party became an infected person and was sent to the northern mines, he seemed to be a member of the circus, a clown who specialized in making people laugh.
When Yelena found him, he was performing a sandbag throwing game for a group of people.
At this moment, the young man was following behind the rabbit-eared girl, looking at the boy sitting on the chair in front of him with a nervous expression.
A while ago, he happened to be a witness at the scene of the other party dragging a group of prisoners to the ground, but he was completely unable to equate the young man in front with an ordinary young man.
"Your name is Kono. You are a clown. You usually like to make others smile, but you are better at using body language to perform than words."
"Um……"
Kono nodded.
"I, I, speak, speak well, I stutter a lot."
Wu Ke covered his face and stuttered as a political commissar. Even TV dramas would not dare to act like this.
"Brother Kono is very talented. His performance can make many people applaud and laugh..."
Yelena said for the young man.
"There is a difference between using performances to make people laugh and encouraging people's behavior as a political commissar."
"Brother Kono, then you can perform a piece for Brother SB to see."
Next to him, someone from a group of children shouted.
【SB Big Brother? 】
Wu Ke was a little confused, but before he could ask why he was given such a strange nickname, Kono over there had already nodded and started to perform on his own.
What surprised Wu Ke was that as soon as the other party performed, he seemed like a different person. His stuttering completely disappeared. His kung fu was extremely powerful, and his clown-like stand-up comedy was extremely smooth.
Although the unique humor of this world failed to make him laugh due to his lack of understanding, Wu Ke could feel the gradually rising joyful atmosphere from the shining eyes and subtle changes in facial expressions of the people around him.
For a moment, the young man had a new idea. This man was exactly the kind of talent he needed.
Obviously, compared to talking about some big principles, the entertaining way is more acceptable to people. He asked the black-armored shield guard to get him some paper, and began to write something with laughter and laughter.
When the performance ended and the laughter stopped, people discovered that except for them, the boy who was supposed to be laughing didn't laugh at all. He didn't even pay attention here and was immersed in other things.
Kono was a little disappointed, thinking that his performance did not impress the other party. From Yelena's mouth, he already knew the meaning of the political commissar's existence, which was to encourage others.
His performance also had this meaning, but obviously, this interpretation from Victoria was not...
"alright."
Wu Kedi interrupted his thoughts, flicked the thick manuscript paper in his hand, and handed the paper to the other party.
"This, this is?"
Kono subconsciously took it, and when he saw it, he looked a little dazed.
"The script, probably..."
Wu Ke didn't know what he wrote, so he could only classify it as a sketch or drama script, but it was from "How is Steel Tempered?" "A short excerpt extracted from the novel was adapted into a story of resistance of the infected.
"Can this be acted?"
"Yes, but we need people!"
Kono nodded. In his opinion, it was a good script, although it was different from the circus script. It was more like a drama theater. He had also worked in a theater and had rich work experience.
"Then act according to this. From today on, you will be the director of the Interpretation and Propaganda Department."
"Eh?"
Kono's eyes widened, "Minister of the Propaganda Department, what kind of position is that?"
"Isn't it a political commissar?"
Yelena was also a little stunned.
"No, this person is more suitable to be a publicist, bringing joy to others through performances and telling others stories with profound meaning.
Well, the political commissar should be a drama critic, someone who interprets the connotation of the story to the audience from a professional perspective..."
Wu Ke used his own wild methods to give a new definition and explanation to the political commissar of the guerrillas.
"So, the political commissar help I worked so hard to find is just gone?"
Yelena, a girl with rabbit ears, discovered an important blind spot.
"It doesn't matter, because you have an additional companion who will help you with your interpretation. Congratulations."
Wu Ke coughed lightly and stabbed the girl with rabbit ears and the young man with lizard tail.
"..."
"Actually, it doesn't matter even if you can't find them. Talents can be cultivated, as long as you share your experience."
The young man said it seriously, as if it was true, but it gave the two of them unlimited confidence.
. . . .
Time flies by very quickly, and in the strange process of a layman guiding a layman, two days just disappear.
Wu Ke came back to Normans City. At night, he started knocking on the windows like a vampire, and then took two core members of the organization and fled into an empty room.
Xiboril was brought in for the second time. She was wearing thick pajamas and hugged Wu Ke's waist tightly.
To be honest, even though she has been flown many times, Xiboril is still afraid of falling from the sky. Unless her body is tied with a rope, she will hold on to the aircraft around her.
