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

"Commander, we're running low on arrows!"

A soldier ran anxiously to Governor Yang's side and reported with a worried expression.

Upon hearing this news, Governor Yang frowned deeply, knowing all too well the importance of arrows in defending the city.

Once they run out of arrows, they will face a severe predicament in long-range defense, allowing the Tibetans to more easily approach the city walls and launch a more intense attack.

"Conserve your arrows, wait until the enemy is close before you fire!"

Governor Yang decisively issued the order. Although his voice was hoarse, his tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

At this time, the battle between the Three Thousand Battalion and the Tibetan cavalry had entered a fierce stage.

Qin Ruzhao's 3,000-strong battalion had suffered more than a third of casualties, and the battlefield was littered with the blood and corpses of the 3,000 battalion's soldiers.

However, the Tibetan cavalry were not faring much better; they too had suffered more than half their casualties, and the numerical disparity between the two sides was slowly being erased.

It was at this crucial moment that Lun Qinling seized the opportunity, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

Wielding his incredibly sharp curved blade, he used all his strength to slash fiercely at Qin Ruzhao, who was fighting amidst a bloodbath.

The curved blade gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight, like a scythe of death, as it hurtled towards Qin Ruzhao.

Qin Ruzhao was focused on fighting on the battlefield when he suddenly felt a sharp gust of wind behind him.

He was startled, and based on his years of combat experience, he instantly realized the danger was approaching.

Without hesitation, he turned the gun around and forcefully blocked it behind him.

Lun Qinling's attack was powerful and heavy, and he came prepared with all his strength.

Although Qin Ruzhao blocked the attack, he felt a jolt in his hand, as if a powerful electric current had instantly spread throughout his body, and he almost lost his grip on the spear.

The impact nearly knocked him off his horse, but he managed to regain his balance in time.

Immediately, Qin Ruzhao turned his head and stared intently at Lun Qinling.

His gaze was filled with boundless anger and killing intent, as if he wanted to devour Lun Qinling whole.

For a moment, Lun Qinling felt as if he were being stared at by an extremely ferocious beast, and a fear he had never felt before surged in his heart.

His once-proud martial prowess, when he launched a full-force attack on the enemy commander during a sneak attack, only resulted in the opponent losing his balance somewhat!

How could this be! A hint of panic finally appeared on his face. He hadn't expected the opposing commander to be so capable; it was completely beyond his expectations.

He had a premonition that he would be killed by his opponent within three moves.

Thinking of this, Lun Qinling felt a sudden panic. He no longer cared about face or morale; he only wanted to save his life as quickly as possible.

"retreat!"

Lun Qinling gave the order in a hoarse voice, his voice tinged with fear and helplessness.

All the Tibetan cavalrymen were incredulous when they heard this order!

They had fought to such a brutal degree that the battlefield was stained red with the blood of both sides, yet now they were talking about retreating?

Anyone with even a basic understanding of military strategy knows that in cavalry warfare, whoever retreats dies!

Because if you retreat, you will expose your back to the enemy, who will take the opportunity to pursue and kill you, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

However, Lun Qinling didn't care about all that; he was only thinking about his own life and safety.

He turned his horse around, whipped its rump hard, and spurred it to gallop away into the distance.

He knew that if things continued like this, the annihilation of his seven thousand cavalry might be a minor matter, but if the enemy commander caught up and beheaded him, that would be a real disaster.

In his view, these cavalrymen belonged to the Zanpu, but his own life belonged to him. He knew very well which was more important.

When the Tibetan cavalry saw that their commander, Lun Qinling, had abandoned them and fled alone, their morale plummeted.

Their hearts were already filled with fear and unease because of the previous battle, and now their commander had abandoned them.

They suddenly felt like abandoned orphans, isolated and helpless.

Their eyes were filled with despair, and some soldiers even began to weep softly, knowing that their fate was sealed.

They knew they couldn't escape even if they ran, because once they did, they would be hunted down to death by the three thousand battalions.

So they simply dismounted and surrendered, throwing their weapons to the ground, hoping this would give them a chance to live. The Tang Dynasty rarely killed surrendered soldiers.

The soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion felt a surge of resentment when they saw the Tibetan cavalry suddenly dismount and surrender.

They wanted to pursue Lun Qinling, kill the culprit, and avenge the dead civilians and comrades.

However, Qin Ruzhao stopped them.

"Don't chase! You can't catch up."

"I will surely kill him one day!"

Qin Ruzhao watched Lun Qinling's fleeing figure in the distance. Although he was also filled with resentment, he knew the situation well.

They had just gone through a fierce battle; the soldiers were exhausted and wounded, and the horses were panting heavily.

Moreover, they did not know whether there were any Tibetan ambush troops ahead. If they pursued rashly, they might fall into the enemy's trap and be in even greater danger.

"We have already suffered heavy losses, let's reorganize the troops first."

Looking at the exhausted and wounded soldiers around him, Qin Ruzhao felt a deep sense of guilt.

He felt that his impulsiveness had caused such heavy casualties among the soldiers, and his heart felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it.

Looking at the Tibetan cavalrymen kneeling on the ground in surrender, Qin Ruzhao showed no pity whatsoever.

He simply said, "Kill them all!" His voice was cold and ruthless.

In his view, these Tibetan cavalrymen were murderers who had harmed the people; they had committed unforgivable crimes and did not deserve forgiveness.

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion raised their weapons without hesitation and marched toward the surrendered Tibetan cavalry.

Today, no one surrenders, only fights to the death!