Don't think that a time traveler can really have crushing wisdom. As an engineer in his previous life, Reggie's political knowledge was limited to the high school level. After coming to this world, he only learned some theories and methods from books.
But when faced with actual problems, Reggie often reveals some shortcomings, such as his failure to realize the importance of the six-point principle. This is a very serious mistake.
Erwin knew the importance of the six-point rule, but he couldn't make sense of it. He only knew that it was a line that could not be crossed.
Fortunately, Chris patiently taught Reggie this rule that is common in the Origino continent.
"A new kingdom is destined to have people from different places, but you have to figure out what the meaning of these people is."
Chris cut a piece of parchment into several pieces, took out a very small piece, and told Reggie: "This is your aboriginal people. He represents the rules, traditions, customs and lifestyles you are familiar with. You understand this."
Does it make sense?”
"I understand," Reggie nodded, "I'm used to calling these things culture."
"Culture...what a good word!" Chris nodded and said, "Okay, let's call it culture. The culture of the aboriginal people is your culture, the culture of Reginald Victor, the culture of Shattered Snow City
Culture, the culture of Broken Snow City originated from the Kingdom of Lane, but it is different from the culture of the Kingdom of Lane. Your people are more conceited, more selfish, and very self-righteous..."
"Can you stop using these derogatory terms all the time," Reggie interrupted Chris, "I think it's a sign of self-awareness!"
"Okay, like you said it's self-awareness. Obviously, their self-awareness comes from you. This is the change you want to make to the culture. Do you want to keep this change?"
"Of course!" Reggie slammed the table and said excitedly, "Not only do I want to preserve my culture, I also want to conquer the entire world with my culture!"
"Lord Victor, I appreciate your ambition!" Chris stared at Reggie with admiration for five seconds, and then said seriously, "But your culture is about to be replaced by the culture of the Bayers.
Because 60% of your people will come from the Bayer people, the festivals of the Bayer people will become the festivals of Shattered Snow City, the customs of the Bayer people will become the customs of Shattered Snow City, and their way of life will also become the customs of Shattered Snow City.
The lifestyle in Syracuse, is this what you want to see?"
Uh... He seems to be talking about cultural invasion, but is this problem really that serious?
Reggie thought for a moment, shrugged and said, "There's nothing wrong with absorbing more cultures from other countries. Isn't that what the White Tower Country does?"
Chris said: "The culture of the White Tower Country comes from the Golden Eagle Country. It has absorbed the essence of many cultures, but it still maintains the main cultural body of the Golden Eagle Country, because more than 40% of its citizens have the blood of the Golden Eagle Country.
They maintain the Golden Eagle lifestyle."
Reggie shook his head and said: "I think your judgment method is too arbitrary. Does the inheritance of culture depend entirely on population proportion?"
"What do you think you rely on to decide?" Chris looked at Reggie seriously, "When more than 60% of the people are celebrating the festival, what should you do as a lord? Send a greeting and then watch indifferently?
When you celebrate a festival for the people of Broken Snow City, 60% of the people are indifferent, what should you do? In your words, do you lead the old residents to entertain themselves? Do you want to isolate 60% of your residents?
, or do you want them to isolate you? Do you want them to establish their own circle and eventually overthrow your rule?"
Chris' words made Reggie shudder, but when he thought about it, this problem seemed to have no solution.
"There are only a thousand old residents in Broken Snow City. They are always at a disadvantage in terms of population ratio. Do I want to force the old residents to spread their branches like crazy and then expand my population?"
"You can recruit more slaves. Slaves come from different countries and have different cultures. They are more like a piece of loose sand, and they are willing to follow their masters to change their lifestyles. But the people of Bayer cannot change. They are not that easy to change."
Chris emphasized his tone, "The culture of Lane Country is originally very cowardly, but the culture of Bayer Country is much stronger. You should know their way of life. A quarter of their time is spent on farming, and a quarter of their time is spent on farming.
Spend half of your time hunting and half of your time plundering. Do you want your territory to completely turn into a barbarian country?"
Reggie sat in his chair without saying a word. What Chris said was right, and this six-point rule that had been popular on the mainland for hundreds of years was also right.
But when he thought about it, Reggie felt a little ridiculous. Could it be that the Bayers could never be conquered?
"Isn't there a way to solve the problem?" Reggie pointed to the north and said, "Isn't there a way for me to completely conquer this country?"
"Of course!" Chris smiled, because Reggie was on the road, and such an argument would become more meaningful. "Use war to conquer their land, use killing to conquer their hearts, and use strict laws to conquer their land."
Change their lifestyle and let them understand that following you is not a choice they are forced to make, but you give them a chance to survive."
"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish," Reggie sneered, "What's the difference between this and being forced to do nothing?"
"The difference lies in whether they completely lose the courage to resist!" Chris poured a glass of wine for Reggie, "Don't be so impatient, my friend, I firmly believe that you will be able to conquer Bayer Country one day, but before you put on your pants,
Don't worry about the beautiful hats when you are here. Conquest is a long process, and you are still struggling for survival. You don't have the strength and are not properly prepared."
Chris rambled on a lot, and Reggie felt his head buzzing. Although he sounded upset, everything he said was right.
But even though what he said was right, Reggie still wanted to find another way to solve the problem.
At dusk, the refugees began to attack the gate of the fortress again. Their weapons were very simple, including stones, hammers, axes and various farm tools. Although the fortress was strong, they could not be destroyed wantonly.
Erwin decided to give the order to counterattack. He only needed to drop a few bombs to set off a wave of blood under the city. The smart people would escape immediately, and the stubborn fools would be blown to pieces.
Seeing Reggie's terrible expression, Chris started to persuade again: "Let's get out of here quickly, I know you can't do it, leave this place to Erwin, he knows what to do."
"Wait, wait one more night." Reggie turned to look at Erwin, "Give me one more night. If I can't think of a better way, I'll leave everything to you in the morning."
That night, Chris slept soundly. He was not a squeamish prince. The moist air and the whistling sound of the cold wind made him fall asleep quickly. As dawn approached, the strong urge to urinate dispelled the wonderful feeling.
In the dream, when Chris opened his eyes, he saw Reggie standing beside his bed like a ghost.
This was a perfect revenge. The intense stimulation made Chris fly to the sky in an instant, and the urge to pee disappeared because he peed all of it.
"How did you get in? Sandos just let you in?"
"Your knight thinks I mean no harm," Reggie said with a smile. "I even had a small chat with him for a while, and he thought I was a very nice person."
"Nonsense, you must have made Modeza put a knife to his neck."
"You are wrong," Reggie shook his head. "Santos is a tough guy, and he will not give in even if he is faced with an axe. I asked Dorothy to add something to his dinner. Don't worry, he won't die, Dorothy."
Silk's skills have improved again, and it will only make your little knight sleep a little longer. The purpose of my coming here is to tell you that I have thought of a good way."
"A good way?" Chris looked at Reggie with disdain, "What good way can you come up with? Can you use your Holy Mother's heart to influence the Bayer people?"
"Of course not, my methods are very vicious, so vicious that I feel ashamed of myself," Reggie sat next to Chris and said, "I have been prepared for this. In order to take care of the lord's reputation, I
I hope you can finish this for me."
Chris smiled and said: "If you are really vicious enough, I can consider helping you."
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Two hours later, when it was daylight, Chris found Erwin and said: "Commander of the Second Army, I need your help. Your lord has come up with a rather evil idea, and we need to work together to complete it.