The crossbow arrow on his arm had been pulled out, and Zhao Zhen sat on the imperial seat and gasped. He would rather shoot the arrow on his body instead of his arm. Anyway, there was a metal soft armor that was invulnerable to swords and guns. Even crossbow arrows were difficult to penetrate, and at most it could penetrate through the gap and penetrate into the flesh. After all, the power of the crossbow is far inferior to the ratchet crossbow, and Zhao Zhen's golden silk soft armor could even withstand the power of the ratchet crossbow.

Zhao Zhen smiled bitterly, not knowing whether it was Yelu Tuofeng's luck or his bad luck. In just two seconds, the crossbow shot two arrows, one shot on the spine of the Emperor Zhao Zhen's sword, and the other shot on Zhao Zhen's arm. If it weren't for the wide eight-sided Han sword blocking it, the arrow would have been directly penetrated into his heart.

But when Zhao Zhen saw the body of his guard, he couldn't laugh. There were twenty corpses, all of them were veterans of the guards. Zhao Zhen was so distressed that he couldn't speak. Many of them could be called, and some even participated in the rebellion of Zhao Yuanyan in the past. They were considered Zhao Zhen's direct descendants. Many people gave up the opportunity to be promoted to a military officer in order to stay by Zhao Zhen to protect him, and they would be an unknown personal soldier for the rest of their lives.

According to their military achievements, they may have served as middle-level military officers such as generals or Du Yuhou in the army, but now they have died in battle because of protecting themselves. Looking at the bodies, Zhao Zhen's heart became more and more angry, and a tingling feeling kept thrusting in his heart.

With a long sigh, Zhao Zhen endured the pain of the wound and turned to Peng Qi, "Has anyone caught it? Don't tell me that he committed suicide or something, I want to live!"

Seeing the bad expression of the official family, Peng Qi nodded quickly and said, "Living is alive! Press him over quickly, the official family will judge him!"

A group of personal guards had long known that Yelu Turong was the leader of this group of assassins, and they wanted to kill him on the spot, but when they saw Zhao Zhen's face, they resisted the impulse in their hearts, they knew that the official family would definitely take his life and avenge the dead robes.

Yelu tufted up with a large tie, and the rope was tied into his strong muscles, so that he had no chance to exert force. Even if he had a strong strength, he would be a fish on the chopping board at this time.

He was stubborn and didn't intend to kneel down. Peng Qi put his legs in the bend of his legs. Two personal soldiers pressed his shoulders and prevented him from standing up. Yelu Tuofeng, who had struggled for a long time but could not straighten his waist, looked up at Zhao Zhen and cursed: "It's enough for the emperor..."

Zhao Zhen waved his hand and interrupted his next words: "This word is really a waste of time. You can say something else besides being the emperor or a foolish monarch? For example, who did you follow the order to assassinate me, what is the origin of the crossbow you used, etc., I hope to hear some valuable things."

Yelu Tuofeng laughed and said, "Just, how could I tell you this?"

Zhao Zhen’s wound was painful, but there was no sign of it. He nodded rationally and said, “Then I will find a way to let you say it out myself. I didn’t plan to use it like this, but if you are so stubborn, don’t blame me.”

He looked at Zhao Zhen with a squinting eyes, and Yelu Tuoyun sneered: "That's really a thank you to the "benevolent lord" of the Song Dynasty!"

Peng Qi shouted angrily: "My Song Dynasty official family is the magnanimous leader. If you, the Liao people, can't afford to lose, you will send someone to use such dirty measurements. You are such a despicable villain!"

Yelu Turong glanced at Zhao Zhen who was indifferent, and suddenly became angry, and laughed to the sky and said, "Haha... Are you embarrassed to say that I am despicable?! Who took advantage of the dissatisfaction of the Western Expedition of Great Liao, who attacked Yanyun in the northern expedition? Who sent merchants to take away my wealth in Great Liao?! We are despicable, you Han people are the most despicable!"

Zhao Zhen seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and his body was uncontrollably thrust and twitched, "This is really a "polite and concise". I didn't say that I was not despicable in the Song Dynasty, but the soldiers were just a trick. I used the best opportunity to do the most correct thing, is it even despicable? I issued a manifesto before the Northern Expedition of Yanyun. Do you allow you to fight in the Liao Dynasty without declaring the war, and not allow me to rush to the Song Dynasty to arrive?"

Yelu Tuofeng, who was so rude, seemed to be depressed and said loudly: "I, Khitan, are born wolves, and they advocate strength. What's wrong with killing decisively?"

This is really nationalism. He piles up all the excuses that can be used on himself. He is right to be wronged, and he still makes sense to kill people. Anyway, only the Khitans can do things in the world that others can't do!

Zhao Zhen hated these nationalists very much. They were extremely unfair, extremely arrogant and self-centered, believing that the world should be theirs, that everyone should surrender to their feet, and respectfully offer land and wealth to them.

Such people are obviously eliminated by history, just like fascists and Nazis.

Extreme nationalism is convenient for good use, which is a spring rain. If used in other places, it will become a poisonous weed that poisons people's hearts, making this nation disgusting.

Zhao Zhen was almost disgusted by Yelu Tuoyun's words. Unexpectedly, this extreme nationalism had already appeared in this era. Although it was under the banner of patriotism, its essence was the distortion of values ​​and moral values.

Facing Yelu Tuofeng, who kept shouting and scolding, Zhao Zhen said disgustedly: "Peng Qi keeps him down, don't block his mouth and let him continue to shout and scold, oh, by the way, don't let him sleep. If he wants to sleep, use cold water for gongs and drums to wake him up. Remember not to hit him, keep delicious food and drinks!"

The request made by the government surprised Peng Qi. What is the government doing? It would be fine if you don’t beat him, but you still have to offer delicious food and drink? Is this a prisoner or Shangguan? Yelu Tuoyun laughed and turned to Peng Qi and said, "Did you see it? Your Emperor of Song Dynasty is guilty!" But when he turned his head, he saw Zhao Zhen’s cold eyes.

These eyes seemed to be not owned by humans, silent without any emotion, looking at themselves as if they were looking at a dead corpse.

Zhao Zhen’s method is very simple, which is fatigue bombing. This is the simplest and most effective method of interrogation. It seems to be without any harm, but this method will torture people’s mentally as much as the cruelest punishment.

Zhao Zhen had some understanding of the methods of interrogation in later generations. These interrogation methods were more scientific and tormenting the body and nerves. This time, this extreme nationalist from the Liao Dynasty would enjoy it.
Chapter completed!