Please call me Your Majesty!

Chapter 270 Who is the spy?
Over the walls of Xueyuan Pass, a biting cold wind whistled past, but it could not cover up Chu Shizhao's sonorous and powerful voice.

His words pierced the heavy air like a sharp sword, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"First of all, this is obviously not an evasive reaction. This at least illustrates one problem..." Chu Shizhao's sharp eyes swept across the crowd.

"Feng Laosan can keep up with the Ice Wolf Rider's movements."

I saw that most people still looked confused, and some even scratched their heads in confusion.

Chu Shizhao had to sigh, slow down his speech, and try to explain carefully using the simplest and clearest words.

"You should have all seen the skills of the Ice Wolf Riders. Imagine if the Ice Wolf Riders suddenly attacked you..."

He suddenly raised his voice, alerting everyone, "Can you react?"

This question made the soldiers on the wall ponder. Many of them subconsciously looked at the silent Ice Wolf Riders, and recalled their terrifying skills on the battlefield, and couldn't help but shudder.

"Feng Laosan certainly didn't expect that the Ice Wolf Riders would suddenly attack him." Chu Shizhao continued to analyze: "But when the Ice Wolf Riders attacked first, Feng Laosan actually made a move..."

At this point, Chu Shizhao suddenly changed his words. After all, these people didn't understand what a conditioned reflex was.

"Feng Laosan actually reacted and prepared to fight back."

He deliberately emphasized the word "reaction" to make everyone notice this abnormal detail.

How could an ordinary soldier possibly keep up with the speed of the Ice Wolf Riders?

"This at least shows..." Chu Shizhao's voice became serious: "His strength is at least not stronger than the Ice Wolf Rider."

This conclusion was like a thunderclap, exploding on the city wall. The soldiers looked at each other in disbelief at the seemingly ordinary corpse on the ground.

Chu Shizhao looked around: "But before this, who knew that Feng Laosan was actually a hidden master?"

This question made everyone fall into deep thought. Indeed, Feng Laosan behaved very normally and never showed any extraordinary qualities.

"The most crucial thing is the way this person holds the weapon." Chu Shizhao suddenly changed the subject and pointed to the posture of the corpse's arm.

Chu Shizhao turned his head and his eyes fell on the Xueyuan Pass soldier who was ambushed by Huo Qinghuang. The soldier was still holding the spear tightly at this moment.

Obviously, Huo Qinghuang's sudden attack caused him quite a stir.

"Look at this brother..." Chu Shizhao motioned for everyone to pay attention, "What was his first reaction to the surprise attack?"

"Go get your gun." He imitated the soldier's action and quickly reached his right hand to his waist with clean and neat movements.

"Why is it so?" Chu Shizhao asked this seemingly simple question and let the soldiers think about it themselves.

"Because whether you are training or fighting on the battlefield, the most commonly used weapon is the spear." He said as he performed the standard action of thrusting with a spear.

"After long-term training and fighting, for most people, the spear has become a part of their lives."

These words were spoken with such force that many soldiers subconsciously tightened their spears.

"So if something unexpected happens, you need weapons to protect yourself.

"I believe that for most of you, your first choice will be your spear."

The soldiers at Xueyuan Pass on the city wall nodded one after another. This statement touched their hearts completely. Many people began to discuss quietly.

"Your Highness, what you said makes sense." The bearded old soldier stroked his chin and said, "If it were me, I would definitely reach for the gun first."

"I won't use any other weapon except this old friend of mine." Another soldier stroked the spear in his hand lovingly.
"It turns out that your highness and his men suddenly attacked these people just to set an example for us."

This discovery made everyone suddenly realize, and the originally tense atmosphere suddenly eased a lot. The soldiers looked at Chu Shizhao with a little more admiration and understanding.

In order to give them justice, His Highness explained to them so patiently.

But before that, they actually suspected that His Highness would abandon the city and flee, which was totally wrong.

Chu Shizhao saw that everyone had understood his intention, so he continued to analyze in depth: "Now look at Feng Laosan again, his first reaction is to reach back."

"A weapon that can be placed in this position must be a relatively short dagger or short knife."

"When he was attacked, his first reaction was to touch behind himself." Chu Shizhao imitated the action and reached his right hand to the back of his waist. His posture looked very awkward.

"Between life and death, he obviously didn't have the energy to think so much. Since his first reaction was not to dodge, then he must have taken up a weapon."

This statement was so decisive that everyone nodded in agreement. On the battlefield, this was indeed an instinctive reaction.

"But it's very strange to put it this way..." Chu Shizhao suddenly changed the subject and frowned.

"As a veteran, Feng Laosan didn't reach for his gun, but reached behind himself." He made that strange move again so that everyone could see it clearly.

"Where in the military camp would there be such a weapon?" His voice suddenly rose, questioningly.
"When did Feng Laosan develop the habit of using this short weapon?"

This question made everyone think. Indeed, in regular military camps, short weapons were not common, let alone the main weapon.

I didn't know who was in the crowd, but I couldn't help asking. Although the voice was not loud, it was particularly clear on the silent city wall.

"Maybe Feng Laosan is going to get the sword?" This question does make sense.

After all, many soldiers carry swords.

Chu Shizhao nodded slightly, not getting angry because of this question: "This brother is right, it could also be the knife."

“But that’s not right either.”

As he spoke, Chu Shizhao stood up straight and made a standard sword-drawing motion. His right hand naturally stretched to the left side of his waist, and the movement was clean and neat.

"Generally, the swords are hung on the waist..." He explained while demonstrating, "If you want to hold the sword, you usually hold the handle with your right hand to the left..."

"If you use your left hand, you should naturally grab the handle on the right side." He demonstrated again with his left hand, and the movements were equally smooth and natural.

"At least as far as I know..." Chu Shizhao looked around to make sure everyone could see his demonstration clearly. "No one would hang the knife horizontally on the back of the waist."

He made an extremely awkward gesture of drawing the sword: "I can't draw it out like this."

This vivid demonstration made many soldiers suddenly realize that hanging a knife on the back of the waist is not only inconvenient, but may also cost lives in an emergency.

If Chu Shizhao was just giving an empty explanation without any actual demonstration or evidence.

These straightforward soldiers are likely to be skeptical, and it would be difficult to convince them completely.

After all, Feng Laosan is their comrade, and the Ice Wolf Riders are outsiders after all.

However, Chu Shizhao had done a simple but convincing experiment in front of all of them. This was a brilliant move.

The sneak attack showed the normal reaction of soldiers. The reactions of those people were natural and smooth, which was in sharp contrast with Feng Laosan's weird movements.

Almost everyone saw it, and this evidence was more convincing than any words.

It was almost identical to Chu Shizhao's analysis. This flawless argument convinced even the most stubborn soldier.

In this case, they had no choice but to believe it. Facts speak louder than words, and no matter how many doubts there are, they cannot outweigh the ironclad evidence.

Chu Shizhao did not stop. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and completely resolve this incident and erase the rift.

After all, although it has been confirmed that Feng Laosan is most likely a spy of the Dark Night Cult.

However, it is still a bit far-fetched to make comments based on the way the knife is held.

These soldiers are now being led by Qin Xu, so they don't think there is any problem.

But without overwhelming evidence, this will become a time bomb sooner or later.

"Li Batian, bring the guy you just knocked out to me."

Li Batian responded in a muffled voice, and his huge body moved like an iron tower.

He stretched out his strong arms, opened his five fingers like iron clamps, grabbed the unfortunate guy's head with one hand, and lifted him up easily like a chicken.

The man's body was hanging limply in the air, and his head looked particularly small in Li Batian's big hands.

Li Batian put the man in front of Chu Shizhao. His movements seemed rough, but in fact they were just right and did not hurt the man at all.

Seeing this man, the crowd became noisy again. The soldiers whispered to each other, talking a lot, and all kinds of speculation spread on the city wall.

"What's going on? Why did Your Highness bring this person out?" A soldier's eyes were full of confusion.

"Do you think this person is also a spy of the Dark Night Cult?" Another soldier touched his chin thoughtfully, his eyes becoming alert.

"That makes sense. Now think about what this guy just said. It's clear that he is deliberately looking for trouble."

Amid the discussion among the crowd, Chu Shizhao winked at the soldier beside him.

Someone immediately brought a bucket of cold well water and poured it on the man's face.

The biting cold water caused the unconscious body to twitch violently, and the eyelids trembled violently and slowly opened.

There was confusion in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was not fully awake yet.

Chu Shizhao asked coldly, his voice like icicles in winter: "Now what do you say when I ask you? What's your name?"

Seemingly casual, but in fact Chu Shizhao's gaze was as sharp as a knife, taking in every subtle expression of the other party.

After all, although this guy is very likely a spy of the Dark Night Cult.

However, Chu Shizhao was not sure whether his guess was correct. If he wrongly accused a loyal and honest person, the consequences would be equally disastrous.

This guy who was suspected to be a spy of the Dark Night Cult, had a barely perceptible panic flash across his face after hearing Chu Shizhao's question. Although it was fleeting, it did not escape Chu Shizhao's eyes.

His pupils suddenly contracted, which was the most instinctive reaction when a person was nervous. His fingers twitched unconsciously, revealing his inner anxiety.

But the next moment, he quickly regained his composure. The confused expression on his face became more realistic, and even had just the right amount of pain.

He continued to pretend to be confused and said weakly: "My name is Zhang Yi..."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to realize what had happened. His eyes suddenly widened, his lips trembled, and he looked like he had just woken up from a dream.

He asked in disbelief: "Your Highness, is that you, Your Highness?"

There was just the right amount of surprise and awe in his voice.

As he said this, the guy suddenly got up, his agility was completely different from his previous weakness.

His knees slammed heavily on the bricks, making a dull sound, and his forehead almost touched the ground. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked both terrified and excited.

She said with tears in her eyes: "Your Highness, please make the decision for us."

His voice was choked with sobs, and hot tears came and rolled down his cheeks, carrying with them endless grievances.

"Those Ice Wolf Riders went too far. I just said something in anger and they wanted to kill me."

"I was indeed wrong just now." His tone suddenly turned to self-blame.

"But that's because they killed my comrades, so I was furious and my mind was blinded by anger." Zhang Yi slammed his fist heavily on the ground, and his flesh and blood gushed out.

"For Your Highness, and for the Great Zhou, it doesn't matter if I die here." His voice suddenly became high-pitched, with a hint of heroism.

Then, he suddenly turned to feel aggrieved: "I am unwilling to die inexplicably under the knife of the Xiliang people."

As he spoke, he suddenly burst into tears.

The voice was filled with grief and resentment, as if every word was soaked in blood and tears.

It is so sad that it makes anyone who hears it cry.

"I'm not familiar with Feng Laosan, but he once fought to the death to protect Xueyuan Pass..." Zhang Yi raised his tear-stained face, his voice choked with sobs.

"Now he has died in such an unclear way. We just want justice. Is that wrong?"

In fact, when Zhang Yi was halfway through his words, Huo Qinghuang had already frowned tightly, wanting to stop this guy from talking nonsense.

She couldn't stand this kind of hypocritical and artificial performance, and she wished she could kill the spy with a sword.

However, Chu Shizhao, who was quick-witted and quick-handed, secretly stopped him. His Royal Highness shook his head imperceptibly, and made a calm gesture with his fingers behind his back.

If he was not sure before whether this guy was a spy of the Dark Night Cult, now Chu Shizhao is 100% sure of this guy's identity.

Zhang Yi's exaggerated performance, overly deliberate emotional changes, and the calculations that flashed in his eyes from time to time, could not escape Chu Shizhao's sharp gaze.

Originally, his performance should have resonated with many people. After all, Feng Laosan was their comrade-in-arms, and this kind of tragic drama was most likely to move people.

Zhang Yi obviously thought so too. While he was crying, he secretly observed the reactions of the soldiers around him, looking forward to the scene of public outrage.

But as he cried, Zhang Yi suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The atmosphere on the city wall did not become as heated as he expected.

(End of this chapter)