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

Under the gloomy sky, everyone sat together, listening to Lun Qinling's words, with a solemn look on everyone's face.

At this moment, Lu Dongzan walked out slowly, his steps were steady and firm, his eyes were fixed on Songtsen Gampo, his expression was full of sincerity.

"Zanpu!"

Lu Dongzan bowed slightly and spoke in a low and serious voice.

"The Tang Dynasty's cavalry is like a pack of wolves that suddenly appeared."

"Since they are already within our sight, their army must be watching closely from a distance."

"We all know that we paid a heavy price in the battle at Songzhou City and lost a large number of brave soldiers."

"And now, Songzhou City is right before our eyes. It's like a piece of fat meat that's about to be caught. We're just a little bit away from it."

Lu Dongzan paused, looked around, and continued, "If the Tang army arrives at this moment and garrisoned in Songzhou, firmly guarding the gateway to western Sichuan, then it would be harder than climbing to the sky for our army to break into the Tang territory later!"

"All our efforts and losses will be wasted. All our hard work will be burned to ashes, and the glory of our Tibetan nation will be brought to shame."

At this point, Lu Dongzan's eyes became even sharper, and he raised his voice: "However, if we can capture Songzhou before the Tang army arrives and control this gateway to western Sichuan, the situation will be completely different."

"By then, Songzhou will be like a nail driven deep into the earth, firmly planted there. We can use this place to attack and march straight into the territory of the Tang Dynasty."

"We can retreat and defend, preventing the Tang army from easily breaking through our defenses. This way, we might be able to have a good fight with the Tang Dynasty and gain more benefits and glory for Tubo!"

Lu Dongzan said this after careful consideration.

He hoped that through this plan, he could make up for some of the mistakes Lun Qinling had made before and make the Zamp feel better.

Songtsen Gampo looked at Lu Dongzan quietly, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he nodded slightly and said in a firm voice, "Then I'll do as you say."

He stood up.

"Pass on my order. You must capture Songzhou within two days. If you fail to do so, all the commanders participating in the battle will be executed."

"If they take it down, I'll ensure they live a life of prosperity and wealth!"

"Tell those landowners to be generous and send us their slaves. We can use these slaves to deplete the Tang army's strength."

"In our Tubo, slaves are like the weeds that grow all over the mountains. Every spring, when the wind blows, they naturally grow back in large numbers."

"I will compensate the landowners for their losses at the price of slaves."

"Yes! Zanpu!" Lu Dongzan immediately accepted the order. He knew that Songzhou City would definitely be broken.

After receiving the order, Lu Dongzan quickly organized an army.

There was a bustling atmosphere in the Tubo camp. Soldiers were nervously preparing siege equipment, and the sound of sharpening swords could be heard incessantly.

Although the landlords were reluctant, they drove groups of slaves towards Songzhou City under the strict order of the Zamp.

The slaves' eyes were filled with fear and despair. They were driven onto the battlefield like ants and became victims of this cruel war.

……

Songzhou City, a major military town on the border of the Tang Dynasty, was like a lone boat in the stormy waves under the heavy siege of the Tubo army.

Governor Han Wei stood on the top of the city wall. The biting wind cut across his bearded face like a knife, but it could not blow away the solemnity in his eyes.

"Governor, the Tibetans are coming with great force this time!"

Deputy General Li Qiang frowned and said with a worried look on his face.

"Humph, they want us to fight like trapped beasts and try to force our way into the city. Then we will trade our lives with them."

"If they attack the city, they will lose far more than we do."

Han Wei's eyes were as sharp as torches, burning with anger.

Another Tubo siege began, and the scene was extremely grand.

Chariots were pushed out one after another, as well as countless siege vehicles, ladders, etc.

This time, the Tibetans seemed to be crazy and launched an almost crazy suicide attack.

As usual, a group of ragged slaves were driven forward.

They came from different tribes, including old people, children and women, but under the whips and swords of the Tibetan nobles, they had to stagger towards Songzhou City.

Their eyes were filled with fear, despair and a longing for life. Every step they took was extremely difficult, but the relentless urging from behind prevented them from stopping.

"Shoot!" Han Wei shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Sir, those are innocent civilians!" A young soldier looked reluctant.

At least before, they were all slave men, but now even women, children and the elderly are being sent out to be consumed.

"There are no innocent people on the battlefield. It's just a life-and-death struggle, okay?"

"But if we are soft-hearted now, Songzhou City will be devastated."

Han Wei gritted his teeth, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

For a moment, arrows from the city wall shot towards the group of poor slaves like locusts.

The sharp arrows mercilessly pierced their thin bodies. Some people fell down, and the people behind them were tripped, but were trampled by the people rushing up from behind.

Screams and wails came one after another, piercing the hearts of every defender.

But the Tibetans had no mercy at all. They drove the slaves around like a group of worthless livestock.

When the slaves' charge was repelled by the Tang army's rain of arrows and stones, leaving a pile of corpses, the Tibetan soldiers immediately launched a charge.

They were dressed in tough leather armor, holding gleaming scimitars and spears, and shouting deafening war cries.

They rushed towards Songzhou City like a surging tide, seemingly without any fear of death.

"Prepare the gold juice! Get the catapult ready!" Han Wei ordered loudly.

"General, there are too many enemy troops. We can't hold out for long if this continues." Li Qiang looked at the Tibetan soldiers swarming like ants under the city with a worried look on his face.

"Hold on this wave first, the reinforcements should be arriving soon." Han Wei clenched his fists.

The Tang army's catapults started again, and huge stones whizzed towards the Tubo soldiers. Every stone that fell could knock down a group of enemies.

The boiling hot gold liquid poured down from the city wall and landed on the Tibetan soldiers. Those who were splashed with the gold liquid rolled on the ground and screamed in pain.

The scene was like hell on earth.

However, the Tibetan soldiers did not retreat at all. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and slaves and continued to climb madly towards the city wall.

Not only that, the siege vehicles below continued to smash the thick city gate of Songzhou.

This brutal offensive and defensive battle lasted for most of the day. Corpses were scattered all over the ground outside Songzhou City, piled up like mountains. Blood dyed the land under the city wall dark red, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The pungent smell made the veterans frown, but they had no time to adapt because the battle continued.

The defenders of Songzhou City were already exhausted. Their arms were sore and numb from drawing bows and wielding weapons for a long time. Many soldiers were injured, and blood oozed from their wounds, staining their battle robes red.

Their eyes were filled with fatigue, but more of a determination. They knew that once Songzhou City was breached, the people in the city would suffer a devastating disaster.

"Brothers, hold on! We are soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and protecting the people is our mission!"

Han Wei ran around the city wall to boost morale.

"Governor, I am almost out of strength, but I will never let the Tibetans enter the city even if I die!"

A soldier shouted, breathing heavily.

But before the defenders had a moment's respite, the Tibetans launched a new round of siege.

This wave of attack seemed even more ferocious, as if they had poured all their madness into it.

Han Wei looked at the enemy troops surging like a tide under the city, and a chill surged in his heart.

He gripped the long knife tightly in his hand.

"Brothers, we are soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Behind us are the people of the Tang Dynasty and our homes! Today, we will live and die with Songzhou City!"

Han Wei's voice echoed on the city wall, inspiring every defender.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and gathered themselves together. They picked up their weapons and prepared to meet wave after wave of nightmarish attacks.

As the battle intensified, Songzhou's walls crumbled under the assault of the Tibetan soldiers, and cracks appeared at the gates. Han Wei, distraught, personally went to the gates and directed his soldiers to reinforce them with boulders and wooden beams. He knew the consequences would be disastrous if the gates were breached.

"Captain, we are running out of arrows and stones!"

A soldier reported anxiously.

"Brothers, prepare your melee weapons. Once the enemy approaches, fight them to the bitter end!"

Han Wei gave the order. He knew that now he had no choice but to fight with his back against the wall.

"Commander-in-Chief, what should we do if we can't hold on?"

A young soldier asked in a trembling voice.

"If we can't hold on, then we'll fight to the last man standing. We Tang soldiers are not afraid of death!"

Han Wei looked at him firmly.

"The Tang Dynasty is mighty!"

Han Wei raised the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly!

At this critical moment of life and death, the people of Songzhou City did not sit idly by and wait for death.

The elderly prepared food and water for the defenders, the women helped take care of the wounded, and the young men picked up the farm tools at home and joined the defense team on the city wall.

"Aunt, I'm scared."

A little boy holding a hoe said tremblingly to the old man beside him.

"Don't be afraid, kid. We will protect our home together with the soldiers."

The old man touched the little boy's head, his eyes full of love and determination.

Outside the city, the Tibetan army's charge continued, and their offensive was as fierce as a storm.

But the defenders and people of Songzhou City did not retreat at all. They defended their homes with their lives and blood.