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

Night falls on Damascus, and the once prosperous city has now become a living hell.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, so thick that it seemed to be condensed into substance, making every breath feel like swallowing rust.

The ruined city wall was faintly visible in the night, covered with knife marks and arrows of varying depths.

On the city wall, torches swayed in the strong wind, and the orange-red flames illuminated the battlefield in flickering light.

The Tang army soldiers were wearing armor, and sweat and blood mixed together, dripping continuously through the gaps in the armor.

The Tang swords in their hands gradually lost their former sharpness after repeated swings.

Zhang Shu tightly gripped the Tang horizontal sword in his hand. This sharp blade forged from hundred-fold tempered steel was now covered with fine notches.

When he counted to the nineteenth head falling to the ground, the blade suddenly made a buzzing sound as if it could not bear the weight.

When the neck of the twentieth enemy was cut open, the moment the blade got stuck at the cervical vertebrae, the hissing sound of the blade was particularly harsh.

The cruelty of the battlefield did not allow him to have a moment of regret. Zhang Shu casually inserted the curved blade of the sword into his waist and quickly drew out the spare sword.

In this Shura battlefield, the Tang army soldiers had already become numb from the fighting.

Their eyes were empty and cold, and they mechanically repeated the movements of swinging and sheathing their knives.

At first, the recruits would tremble with fear, but as the killing continued, their bodies gradually adapted to this bloody slaughter. However, the fear and confusion in their eyes could never be dispelled.

Although the veterans were experienced, they could not help but feel physically and mentally exhausted after facing such a brutal massacre.

They understood that every time they swung their swords, they were fighting for the glory of the Tang Dynasty and avenging their dead comrades.

The piles of corpses on the ground grew higher and higher, and the heads piled up into a mountain. Among these heads were bearded Arab soldiers with fierce eyes, pretty women, and children who had not yet reached adulthood.

Behind every head is a broken family, and all of this is the price the Arabs paid for their resistance against the Tang Dynasty.

The Tang army wanted to let everyone know that anyone who dared to challenge the majesty of the Tang Dynasty would suffer the most cruel punishment.

Pei Xingjian sat on his warhorse, his cold gaze sweeping across the battlefield. His armor was stained with dust and blood, but he remained upright.

The battle lasted for too long. The soldiers had not slept for several days and nights. Some even fell asleep leaning against the city wall during the battle.

No matter how anxious Your Majesty is, you must let the soldiers rest at this moment.

"Pass the order down, the army rests here!"

His voice echoed in the night, as if injecting a shot of adrenaline into the exhausted Tang army soldiers.

The news of the fall of Damascus spread throughout Europe like thunder.

European nobles gathered in the magnificent palace with solemn expressions, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

"The Tang army's next target will definitely be Constantinople!"

A noble suddenly stood up and shouted, his voice filled with fear and anxiety, "That is our gateway. If it is lost, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"But what should we do? Can Constantinople withstand the Tang army's artillery?"

Another noble slumped in his chair, his face filled with despair.

Once upon a time, they used the name of God to fool the people and make them obey them.

But now, facing the powerful Tang army, these words cannot comfort them.

They felt powerless, but there was nothing they could do.

Some nobles began to frantically recruit troops and strengthen the city walls; others secretly sent people to seek help from other countries, hoping to unite and jointly resist the Tang army.

Just as the European nobles were worried, the Frankish Kingdom, thousands of miles away, was facing an unprecedented crisis.

On the vast ocean, a huge fleet is sailing through the waves.

The red Tang Dynasty flag fluttered on the bow of the ship, rustling in the strong wind.

The Tang Dynasty Navy, led by Li Zhentao, has been sailing on the sea for a year and a half.

During this year and a half, they experienced countless storms, raging waves, and also suffered from illness.

On the deck, the soldiers had dark skin, haggard faces, tattered clothes, and a salty smell on their bodies.

They are accompanied by salty sea water and hard-to-swallow salted fish every day, and many people can't help but vomit when they see fish.

But they always had a firm belief in their hearts, which was to reach the European continent and expand the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

"Land! Land!"

Suddenly, a soldier's shout broke the silence on the sea.

Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the distance, and they saw a hazy outline of land appearing on the sea level.

There was excitement in the soldiers' eyes, as if they saw the dawn of hope.

"finally reached!"

Some people murmured to themselves with sobs in their voices; some jumped up excitedly and hugged each other to celebrate.

Others knelt on the deck, thanking God for his protection.

On the coast of the Frankish Kingdom, several soldiers were patrolling boredly.

Suddenly, their eyes were drawn to the scene on the distant sea. At first, they thought they were dizzy and rubbed their eyes hard, but the scene before them became clearer and clearer.

I saw a sea filled with ships gradually approaching, with red flags fluttering in the wind, like a red ocean.

"What is that? Tang Army?"

A soldier shouted in horror, his voice full of disbelief.

The other soldiers also widened their eyes, their faces filled with shock and fear.

They had long heard of the reputation of the Tang army and knew that this army from the East was like a nightmare, invincible wherever it went.

But they never expected that the Tang army had such a large navy and had already reached the border of their country.

As the Tang Dynasty fleet continued to approach, the soldiers of the Frankish Kingdom finally saw the size of the fleet.

Tens of thousands of ships occupied almost the entire sea surface. Densely packed soldiers stood on the decks, holding weapons, looking majestic.

These coastal soldiers had never seen such a scene before, and the fear in their hearts reached its peak in an instant.

They dropped their weapons, turned around and ran, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

Some soldiers were even knocked to the ground by their companions, but they ignored the pain and got up to continue running for their lives.

Li Zhentao stood on the deck of the flagship, looking at the Frankish soldiers who were fleeing in a panic, with a slight smile on his face.

He waved his hand and gave the order: "Go ashore! Once ashore, do not burn, kill, or loot at will, and do not attack their civilians."

"We robbed their imperial court. Remember, from now on, this is my Tang Dynasty territory!"

"The people here will become the people of the Tang Dynasty in the future!"

The warships of the Tang Dynasty Navy slowly approached the shore, and the soldiers landed in an orderly manner.

Although they were exhausted, they were disciplined.

As soon as they set foot on this unfamiliar land, the soldiers quickly took control of important coastal strongholds according to the pre-arranged deployment.

Li Zhentao personally led a team of soldiers to the local government office.