Ding Yi was helpless and had to persuade him warmly: "Okay, okay, Mr. Yanghao, please sit up. △↗" He was really afraid of this old man.

Because after all, Ding Yi was awarded the title of consul, no matter what, the letters from military newspapers and letters would be copied to him. Xu Bin also knew about the military situation, but he knew that not only howitzers deliberately ceased fire, but even the mortars and machine guns gradually ceased fire.

So the Ottomans could sometimes advance to a barbed wire mesh position of fifty or sixty meters in the past two days.

As long as these weapons were opened, the Ottomans would have withdrawn their troops long ago. Xu Bin is not Liu Ji, a veteran of several dynasties, so he can't lead troops to fight, but he can still understand it. He can understand it: Ding has to eat a bite and be willing to give up. So where can he leave? In terms of tragic and heroic words, he only teaches others to remember one and a half sentence, which is the capital that has been passed down through the ages!

"Ah!" As soon as the old man sat down, he suddenly started to bounce again with agility beyond his age.

This scared Ding Yi so much that he quickly supported him. Just as he was about to persuade him, he saw Xu Bin's face a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty, it's not hindering, it's not hindering, the old minister has twisted his waist..." Ding Yi didn't know what expression he had except for a bitter smile. At this age, can the fierce and intense spectrum beauties all the time in the past two days be better?

It's not in the command post, in the trenches or by the bunkers. Anyone who can say a few words is too heroic.

Now, I'm twisted my waist! If it's a thirty or forty years old, he's still at this age, so how can he be without a risk? Ding Yi held back his laughter and helped Xu Bin sit down slowly: "Mr. Yanghao, you really can't do it. Listen to my advice, and go to Rhode Island for inspection first. OK? I promise you that the cooking here is over. Whether the monument is erecting and writing a dictionary, your name will definitely be indispensable. Isn't it possible to install a name for preparing food and grass?"

"Your Majesty! Never! The old man is over 70 years old and is nearly 80 years old. How can I do such a thing as a hook and fishing reputation? I swear to live and perish with the position! If your majesty dislikes me as old as a child, I ask for a sword and lotus root. I will hold on to it and kill the bell in front of the formation to cultivate my loyalty and cultivate righteousness!" The old man held his waist with one hand, and continued to make a fuss.

Ding Yi was unable to do so, so he had to stay in the position. The old man was determined. As he said, he was over 70 years old, nearly 80 years old. In this era, he lived a long life. So he was really not afraid of death. He couldn't listen no matter how he persuaded him.

However, as long as the old man doesn't jump around and doesn't go anywhere to make a heroic look, there is probably no danger.

"Youzhi, how about the people's strength?" Ding saw that it was Liu Jiguo. He asked him with a smile.

This question made Liu Ji's vision a little flicker because the publicity work was not carried out very well.

"After the Israelites and Mamuliuk, and the Egyptians left, hundreds of young and strong men came to report to their disciples, saying that they were willing to fight to the death. However, in the past two days, as our army's artillery fire was restrained, the Ottomans became closer and closer. The young and strong men were so scared that they were no longer looking at each other. A hundred people had come to ask for a request, saying that they wanted to return the application they had submitted. The disciples took out all the documents according to the gentleman's constitution, and taught them to verify their fingerprints and tore them in person."

Ding Yi did not blame him at all, but comforted him: "It's okay, the guys on both ends of snakes and rats are useless to join the army. I see those Zhengjun and Junyu dare to fight." Zhengjun and Junyu refer to military households coming from the South China Sea Guard. Zhengjun practiced ranks and trained in Guangzhou Prefecture and fired guns. Junyu followed Qian Chujiu to defend at the dock.

"Finally, the Chinese bloodline has to be relied on!" Liu Ji sighed, looking at the young and strong men in the trenches who acted as civil servants, and said with a wry smile, "Only after the descendants of Yanhuang can be refined into steel for hundreds of times. These people of Diyi are difficult to become weapons. The fall of the Great Qin of Taixi for thousands of years will result in the loss of all their blood! "

As soon as Ding heard it, he could hear something bad. Is this another racism emerged after the chauvinism of a great country?

First, Du Ziteng didn't like the black teacher at all. After several long-distance training sessions, he didn't want it at all. According to Du Ziteng's original words, "Kunlun slaves are not only novel, but even as slaves, how can they be organized into military brigades?" Of course, he also admitted the facts, "The First Military Control Regiment of East Africa was trained by the teacher himself, so he had military spirits and was also enlightened. He could have an understanding. He should not be regarded as Kunlun slaves. However, for ten years, we have learned the superficial skills of the teacher, so how could he be able to ease the barbarians? It is absolutely impossible to use it!"

This is discrimination in itself. The First East African Security Regiment, because of its good military quality, Du Ziteng believes that they cannot be considered black people. He also believes that it is mainly Ding Yi's credit, Ding Yi's black points have been removed from the category of black people. Unless Ding Yi has time to train himself, otherwise black people will be useless.

When we arrived at Liu Ji, it was not only black people, but also Greeks were also useless. Even the military households that were originally beggars were not as good as those in China. Everyone was justified when they talked, and they felt that this was a matter of course. Several staff officers at the side nodded subconsciously as they listened to Liu Ji's words.

"If you don't have a night school in the army, you will teach you to read; if you don't have a propaganda force, you will have repeated ideological education. The military households of the Nanhaiwei have the same blood as today. Don't discriminate against them, you must treat them equally. There is no need to say a thousand words, just one, divide the people in the country into four levels of the Yuan Dynasty. How do you care now?" Ding Yi also had a headache, because the disciples such as Liu Ji and Du Ziteng had independent personalities and values ​​under the cultivation of Ding Yi. Therefore, they are not soldiers below. The leader often understands obedience, and does not understand and obey.

Liu Ji heard Ding Yi obviously dislike his argument. He was clever and quickly came over: "I want to make a mistake. Fortunately, Mr. Xu will not get too deeply involved! Mr. Xu's words..."

"Stop, if you want to talk like this again, are we going to take a fighting class? Let's give you a separate coach?" Ding Yi was also unable to do so. Liu Ji was slick and very good at flattering. He had the ability to pat him, making people forget what he had to ask him at the beginning. So Ding Yi simply gave him a straightforward and simple one.

It was really a thing that defeated another thing. Liu Ji said with a bitter face as he heard it: "Disciple is guilty, guilty." So he didn't dare to say more.

"If you don't treat others as human beings, why do they work for you? You really don't have to worry about propaganda work, but you have to treat them equally." Ding Yiban's face began to scold Liu Ji, because this idea was undesirable, and racial discrimination? Then how can you stay in the West? Not to mention that although the illiteracy rate in Europe is high, it is also a civilized society after all. Even if you colonize North America and Australia, you can't do this, right?

Liu Ji was scolded, but it was unknown whether he understood it. At least he was working harder than before when he went on to carry out publicity work. However, at this time, the correspondent soldier from Egypt sent a letter from the Ming Dynasty. Ding Yi opened it and read it, but felt that something was under his heart and could not say it for a moment.

Because this letter was written by Li Dongyang, probably after he arrived in Egypt, he was summoned by Yu Qian, who also had the title of Roman consul, to play a role as a kind of intellectual. Ding Yi could see clearly that Yu Qian was cultivating Li Dongyang and teaching him to be familiar with government affairs step by step.

But what Li Dongyang said next was something that Ding Yi felt depressed.

The main reason is that Li Dongyang sorted out private letters from China and listed a section - this is also a matter granted to him by Ding Yi. After sorting out Ding Yi's private letters, he then listed the entry strategy. Because Ding Yi was too busy, it was unlikely to read those letters one by one. The main communication method these days is letters, and it is impossible not to read them. So he mainly reads Li Dongyang's chapter and felt that it was necessary to read the originals in person and then check them. The general singing and recitation response was handed over to Li Dongyang for reply.

There is one on this. In the first year of Chenghua, Li Xian and Ding returned home, and the cabinet minister Chen Wen took over as the chief minister.

Ding Yi felt an inexplicable sorrow filled his heart, but he couldn't say what he was doing.

However, it was the time to confront Ottoman, and he really didn't dare to distract himself, so he could only forcefully suppress the feelings in his heart and handle military affairs.

Ding Yi didn't know that at this time, Li Dongyang and Yu Qian were also talking about this matter in the Egyptian Canal Governor's Office.

"You must not tell your father to know this!" Yu Qian said to Li Dongyang very seriously.

Because of the adoption led by Emperor Jing, Li Dongyang's official genealogy was named Ding, including his examination-taking and other background words, all of which were named Ding. The adoption in this year was not a matter of setting up a table and drinking in later generations. Therefore, not only Shanyu Qian, but everyone regards Li Dongyang as Ding's son. How could Queen Qian choose him to enter the palace and study with his son?

At this time, Li Dongyang, who became famous at the young man, had a lot of sweat beads of sweat: "Sir! My father knows when this matter is happening, how can Dongyang bear the thunderous anger of his father? Although his father and uncle and the second uncle are of different surnames, they are like brothers. If the uncle rides a crane, how can he not inform him according to the truth?"

Yu Qian scolded someone without any mercy: "Although you are smart, you are called a child prodigy when you are young, but you have no decision!"

Who dares to talk about decisions in front of Shaobao? As soon as this person made a decision, he dared to say "the king is inferior", so he was criticized by Yu Qian for not making a decision. Li Dongyang didn't feel uncomfortable. He just smiled bitterly and said, "Dongyang dares to be smart, but this matter is really unscrupulous!"

Because I wanted to hide Ding Yi, I had to mention other letters about Li Xian's death, and I didn't mention them all. That was not a letter, but a batch of letters! Li Dongyang really couldn't imagine that Ding Yi discovered how he would face Ding Yi's anger.
Chapter completed!