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

Wang Wen stood outside the tent, looking at the vast land of Tianzhu, thinking about why he chose young people as a breakthrough point.

This land has been riddled with holes eroded by the decadent caste system, and the strict hierarchical oppression is like an impenetrable net that traps the people at the bottom.

In Wang Wen's view, only young people who exude vigor and vitality can become the sharp blade that tears open this big net.

Once people enter old age, the traces of time will quietly creep into their hearts.

The former ambition, fearlessness and courage gradually dissipated in the long hardships of life.

The courage I once had when I was young to challenge everything has been completely worn away by the trivialities and pressures of life, and I have become cautious and hesitant.

Faced with long-standing injustice and oppression, even if there is occasional resentment in one's heart, one can only bury it deep in the heart and forever lose the courage to resist.

Wang Wen remembered that His Majesty once said that young people are the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning. Their future is full of infinite possibilities and they are overflowing with the power to change the world.

These words also further strengthened his thinking.

Wang Wen has a clear understanding of himself and he knows that he is not a gifted person.

In this turbulent era, all he can do is to closely follow the guidance of His Majesty, study His Majesty hard, and understand His Majesty with his heart.

In his heart, Your Majesty is the pillar of the Tang Dynasty and the teacher who leads the people of the world to light.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, there are only fifteen days left before the scheduled deadline.

But Wang Wen remained calm and showed no sign of taking any action, as if everything was under his control.

This time, even Qin Ruzhao, who had always trusted Wang Wen, couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

There are only fifteen days left. If no action is taken, can we really capture the impregnable Old Ye City in such a short time with the existing manpower?

But Qin Ruzhao chose to remain silent in the end. He adhered to the principle of "don't employ people if you doubt them, and don't doubt people if you employ them."

He had already prepared for the worst. If Wang Wen's plan failed, even if the mission could not be completed, he would escort His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back to Chang'an safely at all costs.

He himself planned to stay in this land and have fun with the Four Kings of India.

At the same time, the resentment in the hearts of the Indian people was like ignited dry firewood, burning more and more fiercely as time went by.

The kings of those small countries were keenly aware of the unusual situation. Walking in the streets and alleys, they could always catch the hostile gazes of the people.

The awe and obedience in their eyes were no longer there, but instead were replaced by a raging fire of anger, hatred and resistance, which made them feel uncomfortable.

In order to maintain their shaky rule, they immediately bared their brutal fangs. For a time, many innocent Indian people had their eyes gouged out, and their shrill screams echoed in this land that had suffered so much.

But they have no idea that tyranny and oppression are always drinking poison to quench thirst. Not only can they not quench public anger, but they will provoke even stronger resistance.

It’s not that the people don’t want to resist, it’s just that the oppression they have suffered in the past has not yet reached the limit of their tolerance.

Now, the arrival of the Tang army is like a beam of strong light penetrating the darkness, allowing them to see the dawn of changing their destiny.

Many young people in India took spontaneous action. They traveled to every corner of India, sowing the seeds of resistance in every heart that longed for freedom.

They were not instructed by Wang Wen, but came together on their own initiative in order to break free from the shackles that had bound their ancestors and to win dignity and a future for themselves and their families.

Only by uniting as one and fighting together can we truly overthrow the mountain that is pressing down on us and realize our dream of becoming the master of our own destiny.

However, these newly ignited flames of resistance were soon brutally suppressed by Indian soldiers.

The Indian nobles were very confused by this. For thousands of years, they had been high and mighty, acting tyrannically, and the people had always accepted it. Why, when the Tang army appeared now, these low-caste people seemed to be injected with courage and dared to challenge their authority?

However, even if the people resisted, they did not take it seriously.

In their deeply rooted ideas, people of low castes are despised by gods and are born to suffer hardships and oppression. How much trouble can they cause?

As for a head-on confrontation with the Tang army, these Indian nobles knew very well their own weight and they were not that stupid.

They understood that the strength of their army was a far cry from that of the Tang army.

Therefore, they just wanted to hide away and preserve their own strength. No one was willing to take the initiative to provoke the Tang army and suffer unnecessary losses.

Moreover, they knew the abilities of their soldiers very well. These soldiers were fine at bullying the people of lower castes on a daily basis, but once they faced the well-equipped Tang army, they would probably be defeated in an instant and be vulnerable.

The brutal suppression by the Indian nobles did achieve certain results in the short term.

On the surface, the people have quieted down, and the noise of protests is no longer on the streets, as if the dead silence of the past has returned.

But what they didn't know was that deep in the hearts of the people, the flames of resistance not only did not go out, but burned even more fiercely.

The anger suppressed deep in the heart is accumulating strength, waiting for the opportunity to explode.

There were only ten days left until the deadline. On that night, in an inconspicuous little country in Tianzhu, the people quietly gathered together.

In their hands they tightly grasped the sickles and axes they used for daily work. These simple farm tools now became their weapons to declare war on the oppressors.

Looking closely, the crowd was almost entirely made up of young people, with determination gleaming in their eyes, a desire for freedom and anger against oppression.

The older middle-aged men watched with some fear from a distance. They had a yearning for freedom but also fear of the unknown in their hearts, but the sufferings of the past had greatly reduced their courage.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Kill!"

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire street was completely ignited, with shouts and roars rising one after another, instantly resounding through the night sky.

At the same time, the same scene was playing out in many places in India.

These people, who had been oppressed for so long, could no longer bear it and took up arms, launching a fierce counterattack against the nobles who had once bullied them.

They are no longer afraid, no longer retreat, and have only one belief in their hearts.

Overthrow this cannibalistic system and take back your own dignity and freedom.

When the sun shone on the land in the early morning of the next day, people were surprised to find that the heads of those once arrogant nobles were hung high on the beams, swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling the world the victory of this resistance.

There were only five days left until the deadline. In the Tang army camp, many Indian people came one after another from all around, holding farm tools.

They looked at the old Ye City from afar, with raging fires of hatred burning in their eyes. They couldn't wait to fight alongside the Tang army, completely destroy it, and usher in their own new life.