Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

There is a solemn and murderous atmosphere under the city of Pyongyang.

The Tang army was everywhere in the mountains and plains, and the military was in full force. The soldiers all had resolute expressions and stood tall on this land of Goguryeo.

Even when Yeon Gaesomun stood on the towering city wall of Pyongyang and looked into the distance, he could see the dense and numerous troops of the Tang army, which stretched as far as the eye could see.

Tents were built one after another, stretching into the distance, like a huge temporary town.

A full 400,000-strong Tang army gathered here, their flags fluttering in the wind, proclaiming the majesty of the Tang Dynasty to Goguryeo.

In addition to these combat soldiers, there are also a large number of fat and strong horses, snorting from time to time, mountains of baggage filled with all kinds of military supplies, and civilians responsible for logistics supplies. They shuttle between the tents and silently contribute to the operation of the army.

The total number of people exceeded one million. It was such a huge formation that it was no exaggeration to say that it covered the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire city of Pyongyang in a shadow.

Yeon Gaesomun stood alone on the top of the city wall, with overwhelming hatred in his eyes.

Recalling the Tang army's unstoppable advance, they slaughtered 23 cities of Goguryeo wherever they went. In every city, there was devastating devastation, not a single person was left alive.

The tragic scene was like a nightmare, haunting him every night, and this hatred was irreconcilable.

At this time, the Tang army's Qianwu cannons were already busily deployed in front of the battle line. Under the skilled and orderly operation of the soldiers, the shiny black cannons were gradually adjusted to their positions and angles.

The black muzzle of the gun exuded a terrifying aura.

It is because of the existence of this thing that in previous battles, no matter how strong and thick the city walls were built, and how tightly the bricks and stones were connected, they could not withstand the impact of two rounds of bombardment from the Qianwu cannon and would be blown to pieces in an instant.

Yeon Gaesomun was well aware of the desperate situation. He slowly withdrew his gaze from the frightening Tang army cannons and scanned the entire Pyongyang city wall for the last time. On the empty city wall, there was not even a single defender except his lonely figure.

The scenes of soldiers patrolling and standing guard in the past are long gone, and now only this dead silence and sadness remain.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was full of grief, indignation and unwillingness. Then he walked down from the top of the city slowly with steps as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Liu Shangzai, wearing a light battle armor, stood at the foot of the city, quietly waiting for Yeon Gaesomun.

His eyes revealed a complex emotion.

On the streets of Pyongyang, the last cavalry of Goguryeo gathered. Their horses seemed to feel the oppressive atmosphere, paddling their hooves restlessly and breathing heavily through their nostrils.

The soldiers on horseback were wearing armor that was a bit worn but still neat. They held sharp spears in their hands, with long swords shining with cold light hanging from their waists, and looked forward with firm eyes.

Not only these soldiers, but also ordinary people of Goguryeo were holding various simple weapons, including hoes, sticks, iron forks, etc.

With fearlessness on their faces and a burning desire to protect their homeland in their eyes, they followed closely behind the army.

In order to be able to fight without any worries, some strong men tied their young children tightly to their bodies with cloth strips, held sharp iron forks in their hands, and their eyes revealed a fearless look. They were ready to charge out with the army at any time and defend the last dignity of Goguryeo with their flesh and blood.

All the remaining cavalry of Goguryeo gathered here. The last 20,000 elite soldiers were the last light of hope for Goguryeo.

Fifty thousand infantrymen were lined up in neat rows. Although their equipment varied, each of them had an expression of determination on their face.

There were countless people, densely packed on the streets, surging with a tragic and heroic force.

Even the puppet king Go Zang, who was supported by Yeon Gaesomun, was riding on a tall warhorse. His body was a little thin, but he tried to straighten his back, trying to show the demeanor of a king.

In his hand he held a sharp sword that gleamed with cold light.

There was resentment towards Yeon Gaesomun and compassion for the fate of Goguryeo in Gao Zang's eyes.

Yeon Gaesomun's eyes were slightly moved. He looked at Liu Shangzai beside him and asked in a low voice, "Is everything done?"

Liu Shangzai nodded solemnly and replied, "Damolizhi, everything has been arranged. As long as we are defeated, our people will no longer resist."

"By then, perhaps more casualties could be avoided, and so many of our people wouldn't have died."

Hearing Liu Shangzai's words, Yeon Gaesomun seemed to have put down a heavy stone in his heart for some reason. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little. He said, "Well done. Put on my armor and let the brothers get ready."

"Yes, Da Molizhi!"

Liu Shangzai responded and carefully picked up the armor, which still bore traces of battle. He skillfully put it on Yeon Gaesomun, his movements gentle but reluctant.

He had served Yeon Gaesomun countless times and had been loyal to him for many years.

This time, his movements were exceptionally slow and gentle, knowing that this might be the last time he would put armor on his leader. Every movement was filled with his respect for Yeon Gaesomun.

Yeon Gaesomun, wearing armor, jumped onto the horse, sat on the horse's back with a nimble posture, and held a long spear tightly in his hand.

He glanced at the soldiers and civilians around him and shouted, "Brothers, our Goguryeo is going to perish, at the hands of the Tang Dynasty!"

"It's my incompetence that has led us to this point."

Before he could finish his words, Gao Zang beside him suddenly spoke up with an almost insane smile on his face. He said, "Forget it, Yeon Gaesomun, stop talking. We'll all die together soon."

"At this time, I just want to tell you, you bastard."

After saying this, Gao Zang burst into laughter, and his laughter echoed over the street, sounding particularly desolate.

"Yeon Gaesomun, why did you usurp the throne?"

"Look at it now, is it interesting?"

Gao Zang laughed wantonly, his laughter filled with endless grief and indignation.

Yeon Gaesomun remained silent and just looked at Gao Zang quietly.

Gao Zang's laughter died down, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He said, "Yeon Gaesomun, you did a good job, but when it comes to dying, you are not worthy enough."

"Even if you call yourself the Great Molizhi, you are not the king of Goguryeo after all."

"Even if I, Go Zang, am Yeon Gaesomun's puppet, I am still the king of Goguryeo."

"I've read as much as you, but I just don't have military power. The Tang Emperor once said, 'A king dies for his country,' and I think that's true."

"Well said. Therefore, I, the king, shall bear the responsibility for the destruction of our nation! By my military order, open the city gates!"

At this moment, Yeon Gaesomun looked at the figure of the young man Gao Zang, and for a moment it seemed as if he really saw the appearance of Lao Wang when he was young in him.

Once upon a time, I was so young and energetic, full of passion, and followed Lao Wang closely in the charge. That was such a nostalgic time that I can never go back to.

And now, everything is about to come to an end. Under the city of Pyongyang, on the eve of the destruction of the country and the family, all the grievances, hatreds, glory and humiliation will be swept into the torrent with the city gate that is about to open.