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

As Qin Ruzhao gave the order, the sound suddenly exploded on the battlefield. The soldiers of the 3,000-strong camp were instantly as if ignited by the fire of fighting spirit. They let out deafening roars and charged towards the 7,000-strong Tubo cavalry.

Their eyes burned with blazing anger, which was the endless indignation towards the Tibetans' brutality against the people.

Their determination for revenge was as strong as steel, making them completely forget that they were not wearing heavy armor at the moment. Only fearless courage was surging in their hearts.

The 7,000 Tibetan cavalrymen, including the soldiers under Lun Qinling, were all wearing colorful leather armor. The texture of the leather armor looked a bit rough under the sun, but it also had a simple and barbaric atmosphere.

The metal pieces on the leather armor occasionally reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, but those metal pieces were of different sizes and shapes, showing the simple craftsmanship.

Their helmets have strange shapes, and some are decorated with the fur of some unknown beast. They sway as the war horses gallop, as if the fur is also baring its fangs and claws.

The sound of horse hooves was as loud as thunder, and each hooves stepped heavily on the ground, as if to shake the ground beneath their feet.

The dense and rapid sound of horse hooves gathered into a surging sound wave, like the majestic momentum of thousands of troops galloping past, making the atmosphere of the entire battlefield instantly tense and intense, and the earth was shaking slightly in the earth-shaking sound of horse hooves.

Lun Qinling was riding on a tall horse, originally with a look of disdain and arrogance on his face, but just before the two sides of their horses actually collided, his gaze suddenly focused, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The enemy cavalrymen took out strange things from their bodies that they had never seen before and pointed them at their own troops.

Before he had time to think through the doubts in his mind, suddenly, bursts of deafening gunfire rang out on the battlefield without warning.

Because current firearms technology is not advanced enough, there are limitations of single-shot loading and the problem of difficulty in accurately controlling accuracy.

However, the soldiers of the 3,000th Battalion had already undergone rigorous training. They did not fire blindly, but adopted the clever tactic of cross-cover shooting in rows.

After the soldiers in the front row opened fire, they immediately moved one body length to the left at the same time. The soldiers in the back row followed up and moved one body length to the right after firing.

This cycle of alternating attacks can not only ensure the continuous output of firepower, but also avoid harming one's own people to the greatest extent.

Lun Qinling watched helplessly, every time the sound like inexplicable thunder rang out in the opposing team.

There were always rows of people in my team who fell down without any warning, like harvested wheat.

The fallen soldiers screamed in pain, and blood instantly spread across the battlefield, forming shocking pools of blood.

These Tibetan cavalrymen began to show expressions of fear on their faces, and the arrogance in their eyes was gradually replaced by panic.

Some soldiers began to pull on the reins nervously, trying to make their horses turn. The horses also sensed their masters' panic and became restless, their hooves digging in the ground, raising clouds of dust.

This sudden attack made Lun Qinling extremely alert. He subconsciously relaxed the horse's belly and slowed down the horse.

He tried to increase the distance between himself and the Tang army so that the strange thing in the other party's hand would be difficult to use.

He urged the soldiers to keep moving forward and shouted loudly to stabilize the morale of the troops, but his voice seemed a little weak in the chaotic battlefield.

The soldiers of the 3,000-strong battalion finished a round of firearms firing, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, reaching a range suitable for close combat.

They skillfully and quickly put away their firearms, and then, as if by magic, they quickly pulled out the crossbows that had been prepared long ago from behind.

These crossbow arrows are not ordinary crossbow arrows. They use a three-shot loading method and can fire three crossbow arrows continuously in a very short time.

As the soldiers pressed the switch of the crossbow strings, crossbow arrows whizzed towards the Tubo cavalry with sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

The crossbow arrows hit the target accurately, and another large number of Tibetan cavalry fell off their horses with screams. The shouts and screams on the battlefield were intertwined, chaotic and tragic.

The Tibetan cavalry became increasingly panicked. They began to crowd each other, and the originally neat formation became chaotic.

Some soldiers were squeezed to the ground and couldn't hold their weapons steadily.

Some soldiers tried to use the scimitars in their hands to block the crossbow arrows, but it was in vain. The power of the crossbow arrows easily penetrated their simple protection.

After putting away the crossbows, the morale of the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion became even higher, as if they were injected with infinite power.

At this moment, the anger in their eyes burned even more fiercely. They raised their lances and charged into close combat with the Tubo cavalry without hesitation, like a group of hungry wolves pouncing on a flock of sheep.

Because in the first round of attack, the Three Thousand Battalion took the initiative with firearms and crossbows, the Tibetan cavalry suddenly lost confidence when they saw so many of their companions falling down inexplicably.

The feeling of fear spread like a plague among the Tibetan cavalry. Their originally arrogant morale dropped sharply, and their eyes began to reveal panic and anxiety.

For a moment, the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were like an extremely sharp awl, drilling straight into the Tibetan cavalry's formation with unstoppable momentum.

They charged left and right in the enemy's formation, swinging their lances up and down, and every swing caused blood to splatter.

Qin Ruzhao took the lead, like a brave and fearless lion, the spear in his hand flashing a cold light in the sunlight.

He brandished his spear with swift and fierce movements, and in an instant he knocked over a Tibetan cavalryman who was charging in front of him.

The long spear pierced the body of the Tibetan cavalryman accurately, and then with a strong push, the opponent was lifted up high and then thrown aside.

Blood gushed out from the wound of the Tibetan cavalryman like a fountain, splashing on Qin Ruzhao's face, mixing with the sweat on his face due to the fierce battle.

It made his face look even more hideous and terrifying, as if he was a Shura emerging from hell.

"Kill me hard!"

Qin Ruzhao's roar echoed on the battlefield like thunder, and the voice contained endless anger and determination.

It inspires every soldier in the Three Thousand Battalion, making their fighting spirit more high and their weapons wielded more fiercely.

Seeing this, Lun Qinling frowned slightly involuntarily, and felt a little surprised.

He originally thought that the Tang army was only able to temporarily gain the upper hand by relying on those strange firearms and crossbows.

But he didn't expect that even without these weapons, they were still so brave and fearless, which made him feel less contempt for the Tang army.

However, he was not in a hurry, after all, he knew very well that he had the advantage in numbers.

After seeing that the Tang army no longer had those things that made him afraid, he slowly began to speed up his horse, ready to teach these ignorant Tang soldiers a good lesson.

In his opinion, the method to restore the low morale of the Tubo cavalry is actually very simple, that is to kill the general!

As long as the enemy's main general can be killed, the morale of the Tibetan cavalry will definitely be boosted.

So, his eyes were fixed on Qin Ruzhao, full of confidence, which was the absolute trust in his own martial arts ability.

He firmly believed that with his superb martial arts, he would be able to kill Qin Ruzhao on the spot and plunge the Tang army into chaos.

"It's just a struggle before death."

While waving the sharp scimitar in his hand, he shouted at the top of his lungs for the Tibetan soldiers to continue charging, with a hint of disdain and arrogance in his voice.

The second round of cavalry from both sides soon collided with each other. For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers were crisscrossed, and the tragic scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere could be seen.

Although the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were at a clear disadvantage in terms of numbers, each of them was a carefully selected elite with superb combat skills and unparalleled courage.

Although the Tibetan cavalry were large in number, their morale was low and their movements became somewhat slow.

There was still fear in their eyes, and the scimitars in their hands were no longer as fierce as before when they were swung.

Some Tibetan cavalrymen did not even dare to attack with all their might when fighting against the soldiers of the Three Thousand Camp. They just made a feint and then tried to retreat.

A young soldier, his eyes revealing determination and courage.

After dodging the oncoming scimitars of the Tibetan cavalry, he seized the opportunity and swung the Mo Dao in his hand with great force. The Mo Dao made a whistling sound and chopped the enemy's horse's legs fiercely.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the horse's leg bones were cut off. The horse immediately let out a shrill scream, and its front legs went soft and it fell down with a bang.

As the horse fell, the young soldier did not stop at all. He took advantage of the momentum and quickly raised the Mo Dao high, and then stabbed it into the chest of the Tibetan soldier with lightning speed and precision.

The Tibetan soldier opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and then he vomited blood and slowly fell backwards.

However, the numerical advantage of the Tibetan cavalry gradually became apparent as the battle continued.

Although the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were extremely brave, they were no match for four people and they began to suffer serious casualties.

During the fierce fight with the Tibetans, some soldiers were unfortunately hit by the Tibetans' scimitars. The sharp blades easily cut through their armor and cut deeply into their bodies, causing blood to gushed out instantly.

The wounded soldiers groaned in pain and fell weakly from their horses, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

However, the sacrifice of these soldiers did not make their comrades retreat in the slightest. Instead, it aroused everyone's fighting spirit even more.

As they looked at their fallen comrades, the anger in their eyes burned even more fiercely. They had only one thought in their minds, which was to avenge their dead comrades and make these cruel Tibetans pay the price.

"Kill them! Let these beasts know what the Tang Dynasty Army is!"

Qin Ruzhao shouted at the top of his lungs while continuing to rush forward regardless of everything.

The spear in his hand kept waving in his hand, and the spear seemed to turn into a nimble silver snake, moving freely among the crowd.

Any Tibetan soldier who was touched by the spear, even if it was just a light touch, would have his skin cut by the sharp blade of the spear, leaving a deep wound and bleeding.

If you are hit by the full force of the spear, you will either die or be seriously injured. Your body will be directly pierced by the spear and then thrown aside like a rag doll.

……

And under the city of Songzhou, the battle situation became increasingly critical.

The 300,000-strong Tibetan army was continuously launching round after round of fierce attacks on the defense line of Songzhou City.

A huge catapult stood behind the Tubo army. As the operator controlled it, it threw extremely heavy stones high into the air.

The huge rock drew an arc in the air, and then with a whistling sound, it fell heavily towards the wall of Songzhou City.

Every time a huge rock hits the city wall, it makes a deafening sound, as if the whole world is shaking.