I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

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.