"Yin Qing was unfortunately martyred on behalf of me, and my heart was very painful."

"Posthumously seal the Marquis of Zhongyi and bury him with a marquis."

With Zhao Zhong's support, Ying Zheng said with a sad look on his face.

"Your Majesty."

Everyone shouted in unison.

But a few wise people secretly decided in their hearts that they must respect the royal king in the future, and they will not be blessed.

At this moment, a dark shadow appeared on the galloping road in the distance.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves, stepping on the galloping stone slabs, made a crisp sound.

All the armor soldiers immediately took care of themselves and showed the Changge in their hands.

The armor soldiers standing at the front of the line dropped their shields one after another and waited for the battle.

One after another, black-armored cavalrymen galloped in from afar.

As the distance got closer and closer, the neighing of the war horse was mixed with heart-rending sounds, and the howling of pupils.

Behind this group of iron knights, several black-robed people were tied with hemp ropes, tied directly to their horses, and dragged all the way.

The blood stained the slate red, and everyone couldn't help but jump.

Your Majesty's Secret Guard?

Someone recognized the origin of these black-armored cavalrymen, each of them was well-armed, with a long man on his back, a thin sword at his waist, and a terrifying bronze mask with green fangs on his face.

The few people who were dragged along, with arrows stuck in their bodies, apparently after a fierce struggle, were captured.

Ying Zheng waved his hand, and the army immediately scattered in all directions, making way for it.

The black-armored cavalry galloping at the front, wearing a bronze mask on his face, was different from the other cavalry.

He was the supreme commander of this team, and as soon as he reined in the reins of his horse, the black horse immediately began to slow down, and then came to a steady stop on the gallop.

He directly turned over and dismounted, knelt down on one knee, bowed to Ying Zheng and said: "The five traitors have all been captured, and none of them have escaped. ”

"Bring it here."

Ying Zheng pushed away Zhao Zhong, who was supporting him, and said coldly.

"Yes."

The Black-Armored Commander stood up, and then shouted, "Bring it up." ”

A group of two black-armored cavalrymen, each carrying a scarred and miserable traitor, came to Yingzheng ten meters away.

Ying Zheng looked at the five people in tattered clothes and covered in blood.

After looking at it for a long time, Ying Zheng slowly spoke: "Who are you waiting for?" ”

"Tyrant of No Way."

"Old man Yingzheng, you will not die well."

The five of them scolded one after another, looking like they would rather die than give in.

Ying Zheng didn't laugh angrily, the smile on his face was very bright, he stretched out his big white hand and waved it gently.

A group of black-armored soldiers immediately smashed their scabbards on the lower leg bones of the five people.

Click......

A crisp bone cracking sound suddenly sounded.

The Manchu Dynasty was full of civil and military changes, and he knew that His Majesty was already extremely angry at this time.

The leg bones were directly broken by gravity, and the five people could no longer straighten their bodies and knelt directly on the ground.

Screams and angry scolding mingled.

A group of chamberlains carried a huge throne and walked over and placed it behind Yingzheng.

Ying Zheng did it unhurriedly, then picked up the wine from the wooden case in front of him, put it to his mouth and sniffed it gently: "I am very patient and very willing to listen to your heartfelt feelings. ”

"Whoever tells me where Zhang Liang is, I will let him live."

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he took a sip of wine.

"Phew."

"Wishful thinking."

"Even if he dies, Lao Tzu will not frown."

The five of them were also stubborn, and none of them begged for mercy, but ridiculed and laughed and scolded.

"I like people with backbone the most, otherwise it would be too boring."

Yingzheng's demeanor is still the same, and he has been affected by the angry scolding and ridicule of several people.

Putting down the wine lord, Ying Zheng looked at the black armor commanders.

Seeing His Majesty's gaze, the Black Armor Commander immediately took out a sharp dagger.

The armor soldiers who detained the five people invariably took out a special metal ball from their arms, and then roughly broke open the mouths of several people, and tied the ropes on both sides of the metal ball to the back of the heads of the five people.

The Black Armor Commander walked directly to the man on the far right, stretched out his large, scarred hand, and grabbed him by the hair.

The knife fell, and the sharp dagger slashed across the man's face, and a bloody ear fell to the ground.

The man who lost his ear didn't react at first, but when the severed ear came out, a large patch of blood overflowed.

The pain immediately came over him, and he began to struggle frantically.

But he was held down by two tall and mighty armor soldiers, and he couldn't move at all.

He wanted to scream, but his mouth was gagged and he couldn't make a sound.

It could only let out a roar, like a dying beast.

But before he could finish his pain, the leader of the black armor stepped directly on his fingers with his big foot.

The cold light flashed, and the four fingers of his right hand fell off neatly.

After a while, bright red blood slowly flowed out.

Seeing his fingers and ears being cut off one after another, his heart was filled with fear and pain.

Desperately struggling, but still unable to move.

Many officials have never seen such a bloody scene, and they can't help but bow their heads, not daring to continue watching.

Some timid chamberlains were already pale and their bodies were trembling.

In less than a quarter of an hour, everything that could be cut off from the man's body fell off, and he soon collapsed in a pool of blood, convulsing constantly, and soon completely cut off his life.

Witnessing the tragic death of his companion caused great oppression in the hearts of the other four.

The cloud of fear hung over them, in everyone's heart, lingering.

They are afraid that it will be their turn next, they are not afraid of death, but as long as they are still flesh and blood, they will definitely suffer.

"How?"

"Is it pretty?"

"I really hope that you don't have to say it, you must hold on."

"Aren't you accusing me of accusations, am I a tyrant without reason?"

"I will be a tyrant, and I can't be scolded for nothing."

"It's just an appetizer, and you're going to have to taste it."

Ying Zheng always had a faint smile on his face, and after speaking, he waved his hand.

A chamberlain carried a plate filled with all sorts of sharp knives.

"I have heard that the execution with this kind of knife can cut off the flesh of a person piece by piece."

"Three thousand six hundred cuts were cut, and it lasted for three whole days."

"Guess if the person who was tortured will die?"

Ying Zheng smiled, looked at the civil and military officials standing on both sides, and said in a cold voice.

Everyone shuddered and expressed their opinions.

"Your Majesty, if these three thousand six hundred knives go down, even immortals will be unable to escape."

"He who is sure to die cannot die anymore, how can he survive if he is mortal in the flesh?"

"The minister thinks that if he can take a hundred swords, the immortal can be regarded as a peerless hero."

"It hurts to look at, even if it hurts, it hurts to death, right?"

The four of them looked at the knives on the plate, their eyes full of panic and fear.

In addition, if everyone added fuel and vinegar and fanned the flames, it made them even more frightened.

"All of you Aiqing are wrong, as long as the torturer's technique is skillful, after three thousand six hundred knives, this person will become a skeleton, but all the internal organs are there."

"Therefore, they will not die yet, and at this time, the tortured person will be able to see with his own eyes what his internal organs are like."

"I'm looking forward to it, so I'll check the authenticity."

Ying Zheng said lightly, his eyes were not good, and he aimed at the four of them.

Then Ying Zheng pointed to the third person who was trembling, and his eyes radiated an expectant light and said, "Just him!" ”

As soon as Ying Zheng's words fell, a group of armor soldiers dug up in the dirt next to the gallop road with their finger weapons.

In a short time, a deep pit was dug, and then a solid wooden stake was buried in it.

The two black-armored soldiers who had detained the third person immediately set him up and walked towards the stake.

The man struggled desperately, and his mouth kept whimpering.

When he was about to walk to the stake, he was directly frightened and incontinent on the spot, and a commotion filled the air.

He was terrified, like a panicked rabbit, constantly pointing at his gagged mouth with his bound hands.

"Slow ......"

"Hear what he has to say."

Ying Zheng was almost overwhelmed, and spoke out to stop the two armorers who wanted to hang this person on a stake.

Warrior?

There are many people who are not afraid of death, but they are not afraid of a thousand cuts, and those who have been tortured have never seen them before.

Even the strongest-willed person will bow his proud head under fear.

Physical suffering, many times, is far less terrible than mental fear......