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

On the battlefield, the deafening shouts of killing had gradually subsided like the tide, leaving only dead silence.

The wind seemed to have stopped howling, and the bloody smell filled the air, making the deathly silence even heavier.

The faces of the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were covered in blood, which was like a hideous mask, covering their originally resolute faces.

Blood mixed with sweat flowed down from his forehead, leaving shocking marks on his cheeks.

The sharp blades in their hands were still dripping with blood, and the bright red blood fell drop by drop.

The heads of the Tibetan cavalry were chopped off one by one. The wide-open eyes on the chopped heads seemed to still carry the astonishment before death.

There was a lingering look in his eyes, filled with reluctance to accept the loss of life and fear of the cruelty of war.

The battlefield was in a mess, with broken shields and broken swords scattered everywhere.

Looking at the corpses of the three thousand soldiers on the ground, some of them had mutilated limbs, broken limbs and arms separated from their bodies, bones sticking out from the bloody wounds, and internal organs spilled all over the ground. The tragic scene was unbearable to watch.

Some still maintained a fighting posture, their bodies leaning forward, weapons still tightly gripped in their hands, faces showing an expression of being ready to die, but their empty eyes had forever lost the luster of life.

Everyone fell silent. This silence was like the calm before the storm, so oppressive that it almost suffocated people.

This was their first time to participate in a war. Before going out, their hearts were filled with passion, like burning flames, and they were full of desire for victory. They fantasized about the glory of returning in triumph and looked forward to writing their own glory with military exploits.

However, the cruel war ruthlessly crushed their dreams and hopes, and made them witness the hideousness and horror of death.

The entire 3,000-strong camp was composed of elite soldiers and generals carefully selected by Li Chengqian in Xianyang.

The selection process was extremely strict, and the people of the entire Xianyang city were shocked by the selection conditions at that time.

The selection scene was lively yet extremely tense.

First, recruit young and strong people in Xianyang.

Without missing any details, each person's physical fitness, martial arts level and psychological quality were strictly evaluated, and the best were selected to join the three camps.

Afterwards, a more brutal selection was carried out among the three major camps. Through repeated actual combat exercises, physical challenges and tactical assessments, the best performers were selected from among the many outstanding candidates to enter the Three Thousand Camp.

It's like forging a sword through thousands of hammers, only the toughest and sharpest can stand out.

At that time, Mr. Qi said solemnly that the soldiers of the 3,000-strong battalion had excellent physical fitness, were well-trained, and had proficient military skills.

Whether it is riding, archery or close combat, it can be done with precision and uniformity, and every command can be executed quickly and accurately.

They also have high tactical qualities. Faced with various complex and changing battle situations, they are able to quickly understand the situation, apply tactics flexibly, and cooperate with each other seamlessly.

Except for not having experienced the baptism of war, everything else is close to perfect.

They all came from Xianyang City and were as familiar with each other as a family. Traces of their common life could be seen in the streets and alleys of Xianyang.

They may be neighbors, greeting each other in the early morning.

Maybe they were childhood playmates, playing together by the river.

They may be relatives who get together during festivals.

Qin Ruzhao's eyes were dull and empty as if he had lost his soul. He looked at a corpse not far away with some confusion.

That was Yu San, who had grown up with him.

In his memory, Yu San always had a bright smile, and that smile was as warm as the sunshine.

They once chased and played in the streets and alleys of Xianyang, and their laughter echoed throughout the streets.