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

Blood gushed out from the wound of the Tibetan cavalryman like a fountain, splashing on Qin Ruzhao's face, mixing with the sweat on his face due to the fierce battle.

It made his face look even more hideous and terrifying, as if he was a Shura emerging from hell.

"Kill me hard!"

Qin Ruzhao's roar echoed on the battlefield like thunder, and the voice contained endless anger and determination.

It inspires every soldier in the Three Thousand Battalion, making their fighting spirit more high and their weapons wielded more fiercely.

Seeing this, Lun Qinling frowned slightly involuntarily, and felt a little surprised.

He originally thought that the Tang army was only able to temporarily gain the upper hand by relying on those strange firearms and crossbows.

But he didn't expect that even without these weapons, they were still so brave and fearless, which made him feel less contempt for the Tang army.

However, he was not in a hurry, after all, he knew very well that he had the advantage in numbers.

After seeing that the Tang army no longer had those things that made him afraid, he slowly began to speed up his horse, ready to teach these ignorant Tang soldiers a good lesson.

In his opinion, the method to restore the low morale of the Tubo cavalry is actually very simple, that is to kill the general!

As long as the enemy's main general can be killed, the morale of the Tibetan cavalry will definitely be boosted.

So, his eyes were fixed on Qin Ruzhao, full of confidence, which was the absolute trust in his own martial arts ability.

He firmly believed that with his superb martial arts, he would be able to kill Qin Ruzhao on the spot and plunge the Tang army into chaos.

"It's just a struggle before death."

While waving the sharp scimitar in his hand, he shouted at the top of his lungs for the Tibetan soldiers to continue charging, with a hint of disdain and arrogance in his voice.

The second round of cavalry from both sides soon collided with each other. For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers were crisscrossed, and the tragic scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere could be seen.

Although the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were at a clear disadvantage in terms of numbers, each of them was a carefully selected elite with superb combat skills and unparalleled courage.

Although the Tibetan cavalry were large in number, their morale was low and their movements became somewhat slow.

There was still fear in their eyes, and the scimitars in their hands were no longer as fierce as before when they were swung.

Some Tibetan cavalrymen did not even dare to attack with all their might when fighting against the soldiers of the Three Thousand Camp. They just made a feint and then tried to retreat.

A young soldier, his eyes revealing determination and courage.

After dodging the oncoming scimitars of the Tibetan cavalry, he seized the opportunity and swung the Mo Dao in his hand with great force. The Mo Dao made a whistling sound and chopped the enemy's horse's legs fiercely.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the horse's leg bones were cut off. The horse immediately let out a shrill scream, and its front legs went soft and it fell down with a bang.

As the horse fell, the young soldier did not stop at all. He took advantage of the momentum and quickly raised the Mo Dao high, and then stabbed it into the chest of the Tibetan soldier with lightning speed and precision.

The Tibetan soldier opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and then he vomited blood and slowly fell backwards.

However, the numerical advantage of the Tibetan cavalry gradually became apparent as the battle continued.

Although the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were extremely brave, they were no match for four people and they began to suffer serious casualties.

During the fierce fight with the Tibetans, some soldiers were unfortunately hit by the Tibetans' scimitars. The sharp blades easily cut through their armor and cut deeply into their bodies, causing blood to gushed out instantly.