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

The wounded soldiers groaned in pain and fell weakly from their horses, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

However, the sacrifice of these soldiers did not make their comrades retreat in the slightest. Instead, it aroused everyone's fighting spirit even more.

As they looked at their fallen comrades, the anger in their eyes burned even more fiercely. They had only one thought in their minds, which was to avenge their dead comrades and make these cruel Tibetans pay the price.

"Kill them! Let these beasts know what the Tang Dynasty Army is!"

Qin Ruzhao shouted at the top of his lungs while continuing to rush forward regardless of everything.

The spear in his hand kept waving in his hand, and the spear seemed to turn into a nimble silver snake, moving freely among the crowd.

Any Tibetan soldier who was touched by the spear, even if it was just a light touch, would have his skin cut by the sharp blade of the spear, leaving a deep wound and bleeding.

If you are hit by the full force of the spear, you will either die or be seriously injured. Your body will be directly pierced by the spear and then thrown aside like a rag doll.

……

And under the city of Songzhou, the battle situation became increasingly critical.

The 300,000-strong Tibetan army was continuously launching round after round of fierce attacks on the defense line of Songzhou City.

A huge catapult stood behind the Tubo army. As the operator controlled it, it threw extremely heavy stones high into the air.

The huge rock drew an arc in the air, and then with a whistling sound, it fell heavily towards the wall of Songzhou City.

Every time a huge rock hits the city wall, it makes a deafening sound, as if the whole world is shaking.

The sturdy city wall trembled under the impact of the boulders, and shocking cracks appeared on it, like wrinkles suddenly appearing on a weathered face, foreshadowing the wall's inability to withstand the weight.

"Hold on! Don't let the Tibetans into the city!"

Governor Yang stood personally on the city wall, his figure like a pillar of strength, bringing a glimmer of hope to the defenders.

However, his voice had become hoarse from shouting for so long, but his eyes remained as firm as iron, without the slightest wavering.

The defenders fought valiantly against the Tibetan attack from the city walls, using every means to resist the enemy's invasion.

Some soldiers held bows and arrows, drew their bows taut, aimed at the Tibetan soldiers below, and released their fingers, sending arrows flying like meteors towards the Tibetans.

Some soldiers picked up heavy stones and hurled them at the enemy below the city. The stones, carrying enormous momentum, slammed into the Tibetan soldiers, knocking them off balance.

Other soldiers carried buckets of boiling hot oil, and when the Tibetan soldiers approached the city wall, they poured the hot oil down the wall without hesitation.

The scalding hot oil, like a ferocious fire serpent, poured down instantly, drenching the Tibetan soldiers.

The Tibetan soldiers immediately let out a shrill scream. Their bodies were scalded by the hot oil, their skin turned bright red instantly, and large blisters appeared. Their painful appearance was unbearable to look at.

But the Tibetans seemed to have gone mad with bloodlust. They disregarded their own casualties. As soldiers fell in front, others quickly filled in, like a tide, wave after wave, without stopping.

They pushed siege ladders, trying to climb the city walls and storm the city.

The defenders on the city wall were not afraid at all. They picked up long poles and pushed the ladders down forcefully, preventing the Tibetans from having a chance to climb the city wall.

When Tibetan soldiers climbed the ladders, the defenders would not hesitate to engage them in close combat, fighting to the death with their weapons.