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

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.