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

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.