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

Songtsen Gampo stood on the vast Tibetan land. The biting wind blew across his face like a knife, but it could not cool the ignited fighting spirit in his heart.

He could clearly feel that the Tibetan people's fiery fighting spirit, like a volcanic eruption, was spreading across this land with overwhelming force.

Without any hesitation, he immediately ordered the mobilization of all warriors who were able to fight.

Those orders were like an eagle spreading its wings, delivered by the messenger at full speed.

The messengers rode on their steeds and galloped towards the tribes like meteors.

After receiving the news, the various Tibetan tribes were outraged and everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

Without hesitation, they put down the tools they were working with, put aside their attachment to their families, and picked up the weapons that had already been sharpened.

They rushed towards the gathering point from all directions like a surging tide.

The flames of revenge burned in those eyes, so hot that they seemed to burn the sky.

No one can insult the Zamp! Not even the Tang Dynasty!

They were more fierce and hotter than the fire in Songtsen Gampo's eyes. It was the anger that had been suppressed for a long time and the desire for victory in the battle.

Soon, an army of revenge was formed.

Led by the tall and majestic figure of Songtsen Gampo, they were like a pack of completely enraged wolves.

With a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes and filled with anger towards the Tang Dynasty, he marched towards the Tang Dynasty border with great momentum.

The deafening sound of horse hooves was like the dense beating of war drums between heaven and earth. Every time the horse hooves hit the ground, it felt like the earth was shaking in pain.

No one knows whether this group of people wants to restore Songzan's reputation.

Or maybe it was because winter was not far away, and they needed to plunder the Tang Dynasty to meet their winter needs.

Regardless, this army, full of fighting spirit, was built up at an extremely fast speed.

In this majestic Tibetan army, there was a young and brave warrior - Lun Qinling.

He was born with amazing supernatural powers, as if he was a treasure bestowed by God to Tubo. He was hailed as a warrior rarely seen in Tubo for a thousand years.

He was the son of Prime Minister Lu Dongzan. The father and son, one a scholar and the other a warrior, were the twin pillars of Tubo and the backbone of Tubo.

After Songtsen Gampo reorganized his army, he led an army of 300,000 and marched towards the border of the Tang Dynasty like an unstoppable black torrent.

As the army marched, an anxious expression appeared on Lun Qinling's young and energetic face.

"Zanpu, I want to lead a group of soldiers ahead to explore the way for my army!"

Lun Qinling pleaded earnestly to Songtsen Gampo.

His tall body leaned forward slightly on the horse's back, his eyes flashing with excitement. He felt that the orderly and slow marching speed of the army was really making him anxious.

He couldn't wait to go to the land of the Tang Dynasty to show his skills, plunder, and let the people of the Tang Dynasty see how powerful he was.

When Lu Dongzan heard his son's words, his brows furrowed and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

He was well aware of the cruelty and unpredictability of war. Although he had confidence in his son's ability, he did not want Lun Qinling to take risks.

"When it comes to Qinling, you can't act recklessly!"

Lu Dongzan said seriously.

However, Songtsen Gampo reached out and interrupted Lu Dongzan.

His deep eyes revealed trust and admiration as he smiled.

"Why do you have to do this, Prime Minister? Don't you trust your own son? He is the most powerful warrior in our Tubo."

Songtsen Gampo turned and looked at Lunqinling.

"Lun Qinling, tell me, how many soldiers do you want?"

Hearing Songtsen Gampo's words, Lun Qinling was overjoyed, and his already bright eyes shone even brighter.

"Zanpu, I only need 5,000 cavalry warriors to sweep away everything! Those Tang people are definitely no match for me!"

Lun Qinling said confidently.

Tubo had fought against the Tang Dynasty before. Although the casualties were 1:1, Lun Qinling believed that it was because the commander at that time was too incompetent. If he had been in command, the result would definitely not have been like this.

Songtsen Gampo smiled after hearing this, and that smile was full of encouragement for Lun Qinling.

"Lun Qinling, I believe in your ability. You will be the vanguard of my army. I will give you 10,000 light cavalry. You will lead the way."

Lun Qinling was overjoyed and quickly dismounted to thank Songtsen Gampo.

"Thank you, Zamp. I will definitely clear the way for our army."

His voice was filled with excitement and passion.

"Go ahead, don't eat all the meat, let us have some soup too."

Songtsen Gampo said with a smile.

"Understand, Zamp!"

Lun Qinling jumped onto the horse and pulled the reins. The horse neighed, as if it also felt the excitement of its master.

Although Lu Dongzan was a little worried, he couldn't bear to dissuade his son when he saw his son's high-spirited look.

Lu Dongzan is still very confident in his son's martial arts ability.

The title of Tubo's bravest warrior was not just for show. He believed that his son would be able to win the battle.

The border that Tubo invaded this time was still Songzhou (now located in Pansong, Sichuan).

Songzhou is a famous border town with an extremely important strategic position.

From a geographical point of view, it connects Yizhou (Chengdu) in the south, Chang'an (Xi'an) in the north, and Shanzhou in the west (some vassal states established by the Tang Dynasty in Qinghai. At that time, Qinghai was mainly the sphere of influence of Tuyuhun and Tubo).

Songzhou is located on such a major transportation route and is known as the "Gateway to Western Sichuan."

The terrain here is dangerous, surrounded by mountains, which are undulating like natural barriers.

The city is tall and solid, and the walls are extremely thick.

The battle of Songzhou left Songtsen Gampo with an unforgettable memory.

The last time he led an army of 200,000 with countless siege weapons, the scene was earth-shaking.

However, even so, they still failed to capture Songzhou City.

That failure was like a seed, deeply buried in Songtsen Gampo's heart, constantly taking root and sprouting, and completely arousing his ambition.

The one-to-one casualty ratio gave him hope!

He firmly believed that the Tubo soldiers were not necessarily inferior to the Tang soldiers!

Lun Qinling led 10,000 light cavalry and traveled day and night like a gust of wind.

Their speed was astonishing, and the dust raised by their horses' hooves left a long tail behind them.

In just two days, they appeared at the foot of Songzhou City like ghosts.

The person in charge of defending the city was still Han Wei, the governor of Songzhou.

Last time in the Battle of Songzhou, he successfully resisted the attack of the Tubo army with his excellent city defense strategy and tenacious will, and made considerable military achievements.

However, he was not transferred, but was promoted to the first rank and received a double salary reward at the end of the year.

In this seemingly peaceful and prosperous era, it is extremely difficult to gain the credit to change one's name.

Han Wei stood on the city wall of Songzhou City, looking at the Tibetan army approaching the city.

Not only was there no trace of fear on his weather-beaten face, but his eyes revealed an uncontrollable joy.

He had already received the order from His Majesty, and all he had to do was hold the city and wait for the arrival of the army.

Han Wei naturally accepted the order respectfully.

He knew in his heart that if he were to leave the city to fight against these Tibetan troops, he, as the governor of Songzhou, would be no match for these Tibetan cavalry.

After all, almost every Tibetan had a horse, and they were extremely mobile. When fighting in open areas, they had the advantage from the beginning.

However, if he were asked to defend the city, the situation would be completely different.

These Tibetan army's war horses became useless in front of the tall and solid city walls.

The walls of Songzhou City are tall and majestic. The last time Songtsen Gampo led an army of 200,000 and brought so many siege weapons, he was unable to break it.

There are only 10,000 light cavalry under the city at the moment. How could Han Wei take them seriously?

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes flashed with confidence, as if he had already seen that the credit had firmly fallen on his head.