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

But now, Xiao Shisan will never come back. He will stay in this cruel battlefield forever and become a victim of war.

Qin Ruzhao suppressed his sadness. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he wanted to lock all the pain between his brows. The veins on his forehead bulged, showing his inner struggle.

He knew that now was not the time to dwell on grief, and his eyes grew firm, gleaming with hope.

"Let's go back to Yizhou and have Commander Li send troops to support Songzhou."

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his white jade-like knuckles made a crackling sound.

"I'm afraid Songzhou won't be able to hold out for much longer. Yizhou must send troops to support it immediately!"

"Yes!" Ye Lingfeng replied. He straightened his back, and the pain in his eyes was gradually replaced by resentment.

……

Songzhou.

The sky over the entire Songzhou City seemed particularly gloomy, and the air was filled with dust and debris.

The people in the city looked solemn. They tightly grasped their crude weapons, their eyes filled with determination and fear.

The soldiers were on full alert, their armors covered with scars, their faces covered with fatigue and dust, but their eyes were still sharp.

However, the army and the people were united and shared the same hatred for the enemy, and they were able to barely withstand the fierce attacks from Tubo.

At this moment, corpses were scattered all over the ground outside Songzhou City, and the bloody smell filled the air. The pungent smell almost made people nauseous.

The bodies of the Tibetans were piled all over the ground, most of them were ragged slaves.

They were like driven ants, their bodies were extremely thin, some were even wearing shackles and their bodies were covered with whip marks.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair. Driven by the Tibetan army, they continued to surge to the top of the city in waves, staggering but unable to stop.

There was no desire for victory in their eyes, only helplessness in survival and fear of death.

"Commander Han, our defenses are almost exhausted. We may not be able to withstand the next Tibetan offensive!"

A captain reported to Han Wei anxiously, his face covered with dust and sweat. The dust was washed away by the sweat, leaving traces of mud, like a chaotic graffiti.

There was worry in his eyes, his brows were tightly furrowed as if they could pinch a fly to death, his lips were chapped, and his voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

After listening to his men's reports, Han Wei patted the captain who came to report on the shoulder. His hand was steady and powerful.

The warmth of the palm caused the captain's body to tremble slightly.

"Don't worry, Songzhou City cannot be broken!"

He wiped his hand across his face, and his originally dark face immediately revealed some whiteness, which was the dust that had accumulated while defending the city.

"Commander-in-Chief, the army hasn't arrived yet. Behind us is Yizhou. The road from Yizhou to our Songzhou has been blocked by Tibetan cavalry."

The captain frowned, his face full of worry, and his eyes showed helplessness.

"Yizhou only has 30,000 soldiers. How can they get through the Tibetan cavalry and rescue Songzhou?"

There was a hint of desperation in his voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Even if they come, I'm afraid it will be a drop in the bucket!"

Looking at the captain's dejected face, Han Wei showed no panic at all.

He looked into the distance with a firm gaze, which seemed to be able to penetrate the mountains and reach the imperial court. His eyes revealed his trust in the Tang Dynasty and his belief in victory.

"Believe in the Tang Dynasty, believe in the imperial court. The imperial court will not abandon us. It's useless for us to think too much."

His voice was steady and powerful, like a reassurance to the people around him. Every word he said fell heavily on people's hearts, like the beating of a war drum, inspiring people.

"Instead of complaining about yourself here, you might as well do your job well."

He paused, his tone more resolute.

"It's just two words."