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

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Songzhou City, a major military town on the border of the Tang Dynasty, was like a lone boat in the stormy waves under the heavy siege of the Tubo army.

Governor Han Wei stood on the top of the city wall. The biting wind cut across his bearded face like a knife, but it could not blow away the solemnity in his eyes.

"Governor, the Tibetans are coming with great force this time!"

Deputy General Li Qiang frowned and said with a worried look on his face.

"Humph, they want us to fight like trapped beasts and try to force our way into the city. Then we will trade our lives with them."

"If they attack the city, they will lose far more than we do."

Han Wei's eyes were as sharp as torches, burning with anger.

Another Tubo siege began, and the scene was extremely grand.

Chariots were pushed out one after another, as well as countless siege vehicles, ladders, etc.

This time, the Tibetans seemed to be crazy and launched an almost crazy suicide attack.

As usual, a group of ragged slaves were driven forward.

They came from different tribes, including old people, children and women, but under the whips and swords of the Tibetan nobles, they had to stagger towards Songzhou City.

Their eyes were filled with fear, despair and a longing for life. Every step they took was extremely difficult, but the relentless urging from behind prevented them from stopping.

"Shoot!" Han Wei shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Sir, those are innocent civilians!" A young soldier looked reluctant.

At least before, they were all slave men, but now even women, children and the elderly are being sent out to be consumed.

"There are no innocent people on the battlefield. It's just a life-and-death struggle, okay?"

"But if we are soft-hearted now, Songzhou City will be devastated."

Han Wei gritted his teeth, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

For a moment, arrows from the city wall shot towards the group of poor slaves like locusts.

The sharp arrows mercilessly pierced their thin bodies. Some people fell down, and the people behind them were tripped, but were trampled by the people rushing up from behind.

Screams and wails came one after another, piercing the hearts of every defender.

But the Tibetans had no mercy at all. They drove the slaves around like a group of worthless livestock.

When the slaves' charge was repelled by the Tang army's rain of arrows and stones, leaving a pile of corpses, the Tibetan soldiers immediately launched a charge.

They were dressed in tough leather armor, holding gleaming scimitars and spears, and shouting deafening war cries.

They rushed towards Songzhou City like a surging tide, seemingly without any fear of death.

"Prepare the gold juice! Get the catapult ready!" Han Wei ordered loudly.

"General, there are too many enemy troops. We can't hold out for long if this continues." Li Qiang looked at the Tibetan soldiers swarming like ants under the city with a worried look on his face.

"Hold on this wave first, the reinforcements should be arriving soon." Han Wei clenched his fists.

The Tang army's catapults started again, and huge stones whizzed towards the Tubo soldiers. Every stone that fell could knock down a group of enemies.

The boiling hot gold liquid poured down from the city wall and landed on the Tibetan soldiers. Those who were splashed with the gold liquid rolled on the ground and screamed in pain.

The scene was like hell on earth.

However, the Tibetan soldiers did not retreat at all. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and slaves and continued to climb madly towards the city wall.

Not only that, the siege vehicles below continued to smash the thick city gate of Songzhou.

This brutal offensive and defensive battle lasted for most of the day. Corpses were scattered all over the ground outside Songzhou City, piled up like mountains. Blood dyed the land under the city wall dark red, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The pungent smell made the veterans frown, but they had no time to adapt because the battle continued.

The defenders of Songzhou City were already exhausted. Their arms were sore and numb from drawing bows and wielding weapons for a long time. Many soldiers were injured, and blood oozed from their wounds, staining their battle robes red.