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

Lun Qinling just glanced at Songzhou City with contempt, as if he was looking at a worthless object.

In his eyes, there was nothing in Songzhou City worth coveting.

The only desire in his heart was to kill, to kill without any scruples and wantonly.

Every time he saw blood splattering and every time he heard the screams of a dying person, he felt an indescribable excitement. This feeling made him deeply addicted and unable to extricate himself.

The ten thousand light cavalry were like a surging black torrent, and the dust raised by their horses' hooves covered the sky and the sun.

They ignored the majestic city in front of them, bypassed it and ran towards the rear of Songzhou City.

In Lun Qinling's plan, since the Tang army in Songzhou City was mainly defensive, he would take advantage of the situation and completely surround Songzhou City.

He just had to wait for the army to arrive, by which time the food and water in Songzhou City would eventually run out.

As long as all information channels were blocked, the Tang Dynasty court would not be aware of the siege of Songzhou City so quickly.

Han Wei stood on the city wall, watching as this Tibetan cavalry actually bypassed Songzhou City directly, his brows furrowed, full of confusion.

He really couldn't figure out what the opposing commander was up to.

In his opinion, if the Tibetan cavalry entered the city, they would be seeking their own death. The Tang army could attack them from both sides and wipe them out in one fell swoop. The mere 10,000 cavalry were not enough to fill the gaps in the Tang army's defenses.

Thinking of this, although Han Wei was full of confusion, he did not dare to delay for a moment and hurried back to the study. He wanted to pass on the military intelligence here as soon as possible and let the court know.

After bypassing Songzhou City, Lun Qinling led the army to a halt. His face was grim and he shouted orders.

"Three thousand men, dismount and capture all the high ground around Songzhou City. Not a single bird is allowed to fly out of Songzhou City! Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The Tibetan soldiers responded in unison. These Tibetan soldiers were also skilled in horseback archery, and were also very adept at shooting down birds from the sky.

"Alright, the rest of the warriors, divide into seven teams and go in seven directions. Kill anyone you see and leave no one alive! Today, I'll take you on a real rampage!"

"If you don't lay down your swords for three days, you must meet here at noon three days from now! This is a military order! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

"Whoever kills the most people! I will talk to the Zamp and reward you!"

Lun Qinling raised the scimitar in his hand, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

The Tibetan soldiers on horseback also excitedly waved their scimitars and spears, and let out roars like ghosts and wolves howling.

Lun Qinling took the lead and led his thousand Tibetan cavalry towards the nearest village.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, raising a cloud of dust.

When they rushed into the village, chaos broke out.

The Tibetan cavalry waved their scimitars and attacked anyone they saw.

The screams of women and the cries of children were intertwined.

A Tibetan cavalryman rode his horse towards a woman who was running away with a child in her arms. With a swing of his scimitar, blood splattered on the mud wall, and both the woman and the child fell down.

Lun Qinling watched all this with an expressionless face, his eyes filled with only the desire to kill.

His scimitar flashed coldly in the sunlight as he slashed at the unarmed villagers at will.

Houses were set on fire, flames engulfed everything, and livestock fled in all directions only to be shot to death.

Some villagers tried to resist but were cut down in an instant. The Tibetan cavalry plundered the village wantonly, stealing food and property, and destroying the villagers' hard-earned belongings.

When there is no one left alive in the entire village.

Lun Qinling and his cavalry left quickly without any reluctance.

……

The night was as dark as ink, pressing heavily down on the small village on the border of the Tang Dynasty, as if to crush it in endless darkness.

This little village, once as peaceful and tranquil as a dream, is now shrouded in the foul and pungent haze of death.

The Tibetan soldiers were like a group of demons crawling out of the abyss. The sound of their horses' hooves was as deafening as thunder. They ruthlessly crushed the fence at the entrance of the village that symbolized peace, just like crushing fragile ants.

"Haha, look at this shabby place! Today, this is our slaughterhouse! Kill all these Tang people!"

A Tibetan leader with a face full of flesh was waving a bloody scimitar and roaring at the top of his lungs.

"Let them know the consequences of opposing us Tubo!"

His face was splattered with blood mixed with mud. Under the moonlight, he looked like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood, emitting a disgusting and terrifying aura.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

A Tibetan soldier nearby echoed excitedly, with a cruel glint in his eyes.

"Let their blood wash away our shame!"

The villagers were dragged from their sweet dreams into the abyss of nightmares, and fear was like countless steel needles, piercing into their bones.

The terrified cries instantly pierced the silent night sky. They were desperate wails, helpless calls for help and the last desire for survival.

But in the ears of the Tibetan soldiers, these were just beautiful notes in their bloody feast.

However, the villagers did not sit idly by.

The hunters in the village picked up their hunting bows. Although their hands were shaking with fear, their eyes were filled with determination.

An old hunter shouted.

"Brothers, we can't let these beasts succeed so easily. For the sake of our families, we must fight!"

Arrows flew towards the Tibetan soldiers like locusts.

"Humph, these Tang people still want to resist?"

The Tibetan leader sneered.

"Kill me!"

The Tibetan soldiers raised their shields to block the rain of arrows, but several of them were shot and fell, groaning in pain.

"Damn Tang people, how dare you hurt us!"

A Tibetan soldier roared, his eyes full of anger.

The elderly also joined the resistance.

An old man holding a cane rushed towards the Tibetan soldiers, trembling and shouting.

"You foreigners, you shall not die well!"

"I am a soldier under the command of the Cavalry Captain of the second year of Kaihuang! I will not tolerate the insolence of you foreigners!"

He picked up the crutch in his hand and smashed it hard at a Tibetan soldier who was killing someone.

The crutch hit the Tibetan man's head with great force.

He was immediately knocked to the ground.

"Old man, you are tired of living!"

The soldier swung his knife at the old man, who fell to the ground, but his actions inspired other villagers.

The women, holding their children, fled desperately in the chaos, but when they saw the Tibetan soldiers chasing them, some women also rose up to resist.

A woman picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the Tibetan soldiers, shouting as she did so.

"Don't try to hurt my child!"

The stone hit the Tibetan soldier's forehead and blood flowed from his forehead.

"Smelly woman!"

The Tibetan soldier was enraged and rushed towards the woman and chopped her down, but the woman still hugged the Tibetan soldier's legs tightly before she died, trying to stop him from moving forward.

The young and strong men picked up simple farm tools and rose up in resistance. Although there was fear in their eyes, they were more concerned about protecting their families and homes.

"You damned beasts! You shall not die a good death!"

A young man roared and rushed towards the Tibetan soldiers, raised the hoe in his hand high, and smashed it down on the enemy with the force of a mountain.

"Humph, you ignorant Tang people, go to hell!"

The Tibetan soldiers smiled contemptuously and rushed forward, waving their scimitars.

When the hoe and the machete collided, sparks flew and the powerful impact shocked both sides.

But the farm tools were no match for the sharp weapon, and the hoe was chopped off.

The young man did not flinch, and continued to attack with the broken hoe handle, poking the Tibetan soldier's eyes.

The Tibetan soldier dodged in a hurry, but was scratched on the arm by another young man with a sickle.

"Brothers, come together!"

The other young men shouted and fought with the Tibetan soldiers.

They used sickles to cut the legs of Tibetan soldiers and used rakes to block the enemy's attacks.

A young man was hit on the shoulder by a Tibetan soldier, but he endured the pain, picked up a shovel with his other hand, and hit the enemy hard in the face.

The houses were set on fire by torches, and the raging fire was like a devil's giant tongue, devouring everything with its fangs and claws.

Flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky red and illuminating this tragic Shura field.

The livestock were frightened and ran away in all directions. Their cries sounded particularly shrill amid the roar of flames and the sound of killing, but they were shot by arrows from the Tibetan soldiers.

Arrowheads fell like raindrops, sinking deep into their bodies. Blood splattered everywhere like a fountain, dyeing the land a shocking dark red, as if the earth was also bleeding in pain.

They kill for the sake of killing, not even sparing the livestock.

Although the villagers fought hard, they were ultimately no match for the Tibetan soldiers.

The villagers fell one after another, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red.

The Tibetan soldiers laughed wildly in the village, making a deafening sound.

They frantically snatched the villagers' only belongings, cut open the grain bags with knives, and scattered golden wheat grains all over the ground. They tore precious clothes into pieces and threw them into a pool of blood.

"Look at these Tang people, how stupid they are, leaving all the food to us."

A Tibetan soldier laughed and threw a handful of wheat grains into the air.

"Yeah, all their things are ours, haha."

Another soldier echoed.

In a corner of the village, several Tibetan soldiers discovered a cellar entrance.

"There must be good stuff in here, maybe gold, silver and treasures hidden, haha."

A Tibetan soldier rubbed his hands excitedly, with greed glittering in his eyes.

"Open it quickly. If there's something good inside, we'll give it away."

Another soldier said eagerly.

They pried open the cellar door and found several shivering children hiding inside.

Seeing that it was a group of children, they showed ferocious smiles on their faces.

"Haha, little brats, today is the day you die!"

As they spoke, they raised their blood-stained weapons and approached the children.

The children screamed in terror, huddled together, their eyes filled with fear of death.

"Please, don't kill us..."

A little girl begged and cried.

"Shut up, Tangren children have no right to beg for mercy!"

A Tibetan soldier grinned and stabbed a child with a spear. The spear pierced the child's body and nailed him to the wall of the cellar.

The child's body twitched and blood gushed out of the wound, staining the cellar floor red.

The other children cried even more miserably, but they could only watch their companions die.

Those villagers who were still alive were struggling and groaning in pain on the ground, their bodies mutilated.

Some crawled with difficulty in a pool of blood, leaving a long trail of blood behind them, like a bloody road.

Some of them held their severed limbs and screamed heart-wrenchingly. Their voices were hoarse, but they were still begging for mercy.

"Kill me...kill me..."

A seriously injured villager rolled on the ground in pain, begging for help from the passing Tibetan soldiers.

"Just wait for your death, Tangren."

The Tibetan soldier looked at him with disdain, stepped on his wound, and left with a big laugh.

The Tibetan soldiers continued their atrocities amidst this scene of death and destruction, their faces and bodies splattered with blood.

In the light of the fire, it looked like a demon.

The entire village turned into a hell on earth with corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river.

Screams, laughter, and the crackling of flames intertwined together.

Finally, silence fell, and only the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance.