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

Anurchi's death came without any warning, and it was so sudden that the entire Black Arab army was frozen in place.

The soldiers in the team had confused looks in their eyes. They looked at each other but didn't make a sound.

Everyone's face was filled with disbelief. They could never have imagined that Anurchi, who was usually invincible, would die in such an unexpected way.

In the Arab military system, there is an extremely strict and cruel rule: once the commander dies in battle, all the soldiers under his command will be killed.

"This rule constantly exudes the aura of death, and is designed to ensure that soldiers protect their commander."

"Now, Anurchi died in such a cowardly way, without any dignity at all."

"The soldiers knew that even if they turned back at this moment, only death would await them.

Thinking of this, the team instantly fell into chaos.

Some people looked around in panic, trying to find a way out.

Some people planned to sneak away during the chaos.

There were also many people whose eyes turned to Hariji.

After Anurchi's death, Harije naturally became the leader of the team according to the military order.

But now, when the soldiers looked at him, there was no awe for the new leader in their eyes. Instead, there was a chilling murderous intent.

Those eyes flashed with fierce light, and as long as there was a slight opportunity, they would tear Harizhe into pieces without hesitation.

Harizhe sensed this dangerous aura, his heart beat wildly in his chest, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

But at this moment, I must not show any fear.

He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and shouted: "What are you afraid of?"

Everyone was shocked by the sudden roar and fell silent for a short time.

Harizhe struck while the iron was hot and continued to shout loudly: "Everyone, don't forget that Anurchi surrendered to the Tang Dynasty when we were attacking the city!"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire audience erupted in an uproar. The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then a complex expression crossed their faces.

"What are you waiting for!" Harizhe shouted again.

This shout awakened a certain consciousness in the soldiers' hearts. They all put away the murderous intent in their eyes and began to discuss in low voices.

After all, in their perception, the death of a commander-in-chief is an extremely serious matter, but surrendering and committing treason is an even more unforgivable crime.

As for whether Anurchi really surrendered to the Tang Dynasty, no one would be willing to risk offending these soldiers to investigate further.

In order to stabilize the military morale and win over the people's hearts, the generals above are very likely to go with the flow and make this matter a reality.

Seeing the murderous intent in the soldiers' eyes gradually dissipate, Harizhe finally felt relieved.

He secretly congratulated himself on his quick thinking. At the same time, at such a life-and-death moment, no one would be stupid enough to break this window paper.

The scene from ten years ago always haunted him. At that time, a man had truthfully reported a similar situation and was soon executed for treason.

As for the soldiers involved, although they were announced to be punished, Harije knew in his heart that it was just a superficial measure to appease the people.

How could the people above really implicate so many young and strong laborers? Those so-called harsh regulations were just a means to scare these low-level soldiers.

If I report the truth, I will probably be the next one to be pushed to the guillotine.

So, Harizhe suppressed his inner panic and tried to make his expression look calm.

He straightened his back and shouted to his soldiers: "Brothers, Anurchi's defection to the Tang Dynasty is simply a discredit to us Arabs and a betrayal to us Arabs!"

"As Arab warriors, how can we tolerate such a thing? We must hunt him down and bring him to justice!"

"Someone, hurry up and call all the nearby troops over! We absolutely cannot let Anurchi escape and bring shame to our Arab nation!"

As he spoke, he raised the long sword in his hand high, swung it vigorously in the air, and roared loudly: "Brothers, prepare to attack the city."

After hearing what Harizhe said, the soldiers' originally panicked mood gradually calmed down.

Since Harizhe has already defined the matter and is willing to bear all the consequences, there is nothing to worry about.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. As long as you follow the main force, there will be no big problem.

Many people even looked at Harija with a hint of gratitude in their eyes.

In their view, at this critical moment, Harizhe was able to stand up and protect everyone with his life, which is truly worthy of respect.

Only Harijah himself knew that all this was just a stopgap measure he came up with to protect himself.

He felt extremely helpless. He was not protecting these soldiers at all. He was clearly using them to save his own life.

After comforting the soldiers, Harizhe's gaze slowly fell on Anurchi's body.

Seeing that the once majestic general had now turned into a cold shell, an indescribable sigh welled up in his heart.

Anurqi, the legendary general of the Arab Empire, fought countless battles in his life, conquering the south and the north, and made great military achievements for the empire.

In countless battles, he always led the soldiers in the front, charging into battle and winning every time.

His name was well-known in the Arab army.

But now, who would have thought that this great general with such great military achievements would end his life in such a cowardly way.

His death did not take place on the battlefield where he faced the enemy head-on. There was no tragedy or heroism in his death, only frustration and unwillingness.

Harizhe sighed softly and shook his head slowly, his eyes full of emotion.

Then, Harizhe's gaze turned to the two corpses not far away.

They were two veteran soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Their bodies were pierced by several spears and nailed firmly to the yellow sand.

Their bodies still stood stubbornly, without any sign of falling.

Looking at the bodies of the two veterans, Harizhe's heart was deeply touched.

He couldn't help but sigh that these two ordinary veterans could show such amazing courage and tenacity when facing death.

There is no fear in their eyes, only love for the country.

Harizhe's thoughts drifted involuntarily to the Tang army. He thought, these two veterans are just a drop in the ocean of the Tang army, but they can have such a fearless spirit. So what kind of spirit should the entire Tang army have?

Can they really defeat such an army of courage and conviction?"

If this spirit of facing death with indifference existed only in a few people, it might not be enough to scare people.

But if all the soldiers in the army possessed this spirit, the combined power would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, a deep sense of fear inexplicably surged in Harizhe's heart.

The powerful force displayed by the Tang army's muskets emerged in his mind again.

The loud noise and the instantaneous fall after being hit by the musket made him feel extremely shocked and terrified.

Before this, the envoys returning from Chang'an had repeatedly described to them the power of the Tang Dynasty's firearms.

However, the Arabs at that time, relying on their strong military strength, did not believe these descriptions at all.

They firmly believe that the sharp scimitars in their hands are enough to defeat any enemy in the world.

In their eyes, firearms are nothing more than a gimmick and cannot be compared with their traditional military force.

However, after witnessing the power of the musket with his own eyes, Harizhe's thoughts changed completely.

He finally understood that the Tang Dynasty's firearms were not exaggerated by the envoys, but really possessed terrifying lethality.

He couldn't help but begin to reflect on whether the Arab military advantage that he had always believed in was really as indestructible as he imagined.

But at this moment, Harizhe had no way out.

He could only bite the bullet and lead the group of soldiers to continue moving forward.

No matter what awaits them, they must face it.

Because, this is also his only chance to survive.