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

They looked forward to the future together, lying on the soft grass, gazing at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, and fantasizing about becoming admirable heroes when they grew up and defending the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

At that time, their eyes were full of expectations and longings for the future, as if the whole world was at their feet.

But now, Yu San was lying on this cold battlefield, his body surrounded by a pool of dried blood. The blood was like an insurmountable chasm, completely separating their past and present.

He closed his eyes forever. Those once bright eyes would never open again, and there would never be that warm smile again.

Qin Ruzhao's lips trembled slightly, and his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, causing him great pain.

He couldn't help but think of Yu San's mother, the kind woman who always warmly invited him to dinner.

In the warm courtyard of Yu San's home, the aroma of food filled the air, and the woman's kind smile seemed to be still before his eyes. She always put the most delicious dishes into his bowl, her eyes full of love.

I thought of Yu San’s sister, the lovely little girl who always pestered them to tell stories. She sat beside them, sometimes surprised, sometimes laughing while listening to the stories. Her silver bell-like laughter seemed to still echo in my ears.

How should I face them?

Every breath he took was like a wound in his chest, and the pain went deep into his bones.

.........

"Collect the bodies of our brothers!"

Qin Ruzhao suppressed his grief and shouted in a hoarse but firm voice.

The voice seemed particularly abrupt in the silent battlefield, but it also had an unquestionable power.

"Yes! General Qin."

The soldiers responded in unison, their voices filled with endless sorrow, each syllable filled with reluctance and grief for their comrades.

No one cried, everyone had a blank expression on their face, like the walking dead.

They numbly collected the bodies of their comrades, and every movement seemed so heavy.

They carefully placed their comrades' bodies on the horses, their movements slow and cautious, as if their comrades were just asleep and they were afraid of disturbing their sleep.

Their hands were trembling slightly, which was the result of the painful struggle in their hearts. Although their faces were stern, the sadness in their eyes surged like the tide, which was the deep attachment and reluctance to their deceased comrades.

"Brother Qin, Xiao Shisan is also killed!"

Ye Lingfeng, the deputy general of the Three Thousand Battalion, spoke with a slightly hoarse voice. His voice was like an old bellows, with each syllable carrying painful friction, and the hoarseness revealed endless fatigue and sadness.

His eyes were full of bloodshot, which were like red spider webs, crawling all over his eyeballs, and the light in his eyes became dim.

The muscles on his face twitched slightly in pain, and his lips trembled unconsciously.

The image of Xiao Shisan instantly appeared in Qin Ruzhao's mind.

That was the first time we were selected by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to join the Three Thousand Battalion.

It was a sunny day. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stood on a high platform in the parade ground, with the Tang Dynasty military flag fluttering behind him, rustling in the wind.

Little Thirteen's young and excited face seemed to be right in front of him. His eyes were full of longing for the future, and they were as clear as a mountain stream, without a trace of impurities.

They are all brothers in the same dormitory. Xiao Shisan is the youngest and ranks thirteenth.

We spent five years of training together, and during those five years, the dormitory was filled with their laughter.

They trained together under the scorching sun. The scorching ground burned their feet and their clothes were soaked with sweat, but no one complained.

They encouraged and competed with each other, and shed the sweat of their youth on the training ground.

They chatted together late at night, the moonlight shining through the window onto their bed. They shared their dreams and thoughts, talked about their relatives and the girl in their hearts, and the laughter seemed to still echo in their ears.