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

On the edge of this vast desert, two sentries who took over were patrolling the designated route.

The dry wind carried sand and gravel, which kept lashing their faces, but they had long been accustomed to it and their eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, the two men stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the two corpses stuck in the yellow sand not far away.

The wind and sand had already covered them up to their knees.

At just one glance, they recognized that this was their general, and that his death was tragic and heartbreaking.

After looking at each other, they turned around and ran towards the camp without saying a word.

A moment later, their camp quickly gathered together, and except for one person who was responsible for delivering the message, the rest of them all went into battle!

Military orders were as heavy as a mountain, so they quickly sent out a skilled messenger, who jumped on his horse, raised a cloud of dust, and galloped off into the distance.

The other soldiers quickly put on their armor, held sharp swords in hand, and mounted their horses.

With an order, a large group of people rushed towards Shule City like an arrow.

Clouds of dust billowed up behind them.

At this time, on the road leading to Shule City, Harizheh was leading the Black Arab Army slowly forward.

He was riding on a warhorse, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Suddenly, dust rolled in the distance. Harizhe was shocked and his face changed drastically. He thought that the Tang Dynasty army was coming out in full force.

He quickly raised his hand to signal the team to stop, and stared intently at the direction where the wind and sand were blowing.

But the dust wasn't that big! There must not have been many people there.

When the smoke and dust cleared a little, Harizhe took a closer look and saw that there were only a few dozen Tang soldiers coming.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a scornful smile appeared on his face.

You know, the Black Arabs have a total of 200 cavalrymen, a four-fold difference in troop strength. In his opinion, this battle is a foregone conclusion.

What's more, the cavalry of the Arab Empire has always been famous for its ability to defeat the larger force with the smaller one. This is the first time for them to encounter the situation where the majority bullies the minority.

Harije is completely different from Anurchi. He cherishes his life by nature and never leads the charge easily.

However, as a general, he had to take action at this time. He raised his spear high in the air and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Charge!" The black-clad Arabs behind him rushed towards the dozens of Tang cavalrymen.

Faced with the charging black-clad Arabs, the Tang army launched a charge without hesitation or words.

They have been looking forward to this day for too long.

For them, what they carried in their hearts was not only the shame of treason, but also the guilt towards His Majesty the Tang Dynasty.

His Majesty's meticulous care for their family made them feel guilty all the time, and they felt that the only way to repay this kindness was to die.

Now, they have finally waited for this opportunity, and they are going to guard the border for His Majesty.

Dying on the battlefield has long been an unshakable wish in their hearts.

This strong belief has forged their extremely powerful fighting power.

When an army disregards life and death and has no fear, it has become a top army.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer, the black-clad Arabs took out crossbows from behind their backs, drew the strings on their bows, and shot at the Tang army.

For a moment, dense crossbow arrows whizzed towards the Tang army.

Seeing this, the Tang army also did not retreat at all.

They quickly took out their muskets and fired fiercely at the black-clad Arabs while dodging crossbow arrows.

There was a deafening roar, and many of the black-clad Arabs fell to the ground.

In the first round of long-range confrontation, both sides paid a heavy price.

Many people fell off their horses in this round of attack.

But unlike the Black-clad Arabs, the Black-clad Arab soldiers who were hit by muskets wailed in pain, rolled off their horses, and struggled and tumbled on the sand.

As for the Tang army soldiers who were hit by crossbow arrows, as long as they were not killed in one shot, they let the crossbow arrows pierce their bodies, gritted their teeth, waved their spears, and continued to kill the black-clad Arabs.

With this momentum alone, the Tang army crushed the Black Arabs in all aspects.

That spirit of facing death with indifference and moving forward courageously made the black-clad Arabs feel cold in their hearts.

Harizhe was stunned. Although he never liked to lead the charge, he was a veteran and had fought for twenty years.

But he had never seen an army with such strong will.

Those Tang soldiers, with arrows stuck in their bodies and blood flowing, still charged forward like crazy. Fear spread involuntarily in the hearts of the black-clad Arabs.

Relying on this powerful momentum, the Tang army, although at a disadvantage in numbers, was like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable in the moment of close combat with the black-clad Arabs.

The spears in their hands stabbed at the enemy like a violent storm. In just one encounter, the Black Arabs' originally strict defensive formation was broken into pieces.

Harizhe had been hiding behind the team, closely observing the battle situation.

He discovered that although these Tang troops were few in number, their every move was strange and obviously something was wrong.

He couldn't tell what was wrong at the moment, but he felt that it was very different from the normal armies he had encountered before.

The battle lasted about a quarter of an hour, with Harizhe's eyes fixed on the battlefield, not missing a single detail.

Finally, he discovered the strangeness of these Tang troops.

These Tang troops were so cruel that even a veteran like him was terrified.

Even if they were knocked off their horses by enemy weapons, as long as they still had a little ability to move, the Tang soldiers would struggle to their feet without hesitation, with crazy murderous intent in their eyes, and quickly look for the black-clad Arabs beside them to continue fighting.

Harizhe's eyes caught a shocking scene: a Tang army soldier unfortunately fell off his horse during the battle, and the wounds on his body were bleeding profusely, staining the sand beneath him red.

But he did not give up. Instead, with amazing perseverance, he reached out and grabbed an Arab soldier who was rushing towards him.

Then he opened his mouth and used all his strength to bite off the other person's ear.

The Arab soldier screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Before he could react, the dagger in the hand of the Tang soldier had already pierced his chest, ending his life.

These scenes of desperate fighting stunned the surrounding black-clad Arab soldiers, and they couldn't help but pause in their movements.

However, the Tang army soldiers took this opportunity to launch an even more fierce attack.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with shouts of killing and blood splattered everywhere.

As Harizhe watched his own soldiers dwindle in number, his fear grew stronger.

The warhorse under his crotch seemed to sense his master's uneasiness and involuntarily took two steps back.

Looking at these fearless Tang soldiers in front of him, Halizhe's heart was filled with fear, and a thought popped up in his mind involuntarily: Are these really human beings?

Why do they have such terrifying fighting power and tenacious will?

At this moment, he had his first deep doubts about the victory of this battle...