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

Their eyes were filled with fatigue, but more of a determination. They knew that once Songzhou City was breached, the people in the city would suffer a devastating disaster.

"Brothers, hold on! We are soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and protecting the people is our mission!"

Han Wei ran around the city wall to boost morale.

"Governor, I am almost out of strength, but I will never let the Tibetans enter the city even if I die!"

A soldier shouted, breathing heavily.

But before the defenders had a moment's respite, the Tibetans launched a new round of siege.

This wave of attack seemed even more ferocious, as if they had poured all their madness into it.

Han Wei looked at the enemy troops surging like a tide under the city, and a chill surged in his heart.

He gripped the long knife tightly in his hand.

"Brothers, we are soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Behind us are the people of the Tang Dynasty and our homes! Today, we will live and die with Songzhou City!"

Han Wei's voice echoed on the city wall, inspiring every defender.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and gathered themselves together. They picked up their weapons and prepared to meet wave after wave of nightmarish attacks.

As the battle intensified, Songzhou's walls crumbled under the assault of the Tibetan soldiers, and cracks appeared at the gates. Han Wei, distraught, personally went to the gates and directed his soldiers to reinforce them with boulders and wooden beams. He knew the consequences would be disastrous if the gates were breached.

"Captain, we are running out of arrows and stones!"

A soldier reported anxiously.

"Brothers, prepare your melee weapons. Once the enemy approaches, fight them to the bitter end!"

Han Wei gave the order. He knew that now he had no choice but to fight with his back against the wall.

"Commander-in-Chief, what should we do if we can't hold on?"

A young soldier asked in a trembling voice.

"If we can't hold on, then we'll fight to the last man standing. We Tang soldiers are not afraid of death!"

Han Wei looked at him firmly.

"The Tang Dynasty is mighty!"

Han Wei raised the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly!

At this critical moment of life and death, the people of Songzhou City did not sit idly by and wait for death.

The elderly prepared food and water for the defenders, the women helped take care of the wounded, and the young men picked up the farm tools at home and joined the defense team on the city wall.

"Aunt, I'm scared."

A little boy holding a hoe said tremblingly to the old man beside him.

"Don't be afraid, kid. We will protect our home together with the soldiers."

The old man touched the little boy's head, his eyes full of love and determination.

Outside the city, the Tibetan army's charge continued, and their offensive was as fierce as a storm.

But the defenders and people of Songzhou City did not retreat at all. They defended their homes with their lives and blood.

Qin Ruzhao stood quietly on the high platform of the Yizhou camp.

The howling wind was like a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting across his weather-beaten face, bringing a slight sting.

The heavy feeling of grief piled up in his heart, and no matter how fierce the wind was, it could not blow it away in the slightest.

He looked into the distance, his eyes filled with pain and self-blame, and kept thinking about it in his mind.

If we had decisively retreated and waited for the arrival of the logistics troops, wouldn't so many people have died in this battle?"

At this time, Deputy General Ye Lingfeng approached and whispered, "General, don't blame yourself too much. The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. The brothers all know that you have tried your best."

Qin Ruzhao shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Try your best? If I had been more cautious, perhaps there would have been fewer casualties."

Ye Lingfeng smiled.

"Lao Qin, no matter what, at least the brothers had a great time fighting. I also felt a little regretful at the beginning. Why did I fight at that time?"

"But if we had retreated, I'm afraid we would wake up at night and slap ourselves twice. Why didn't we do it then?"

"Your Majesty also said that war is inevitable. How can ordinary soldiers die? Are our 3,000-man battalion so precious that they cannot die?"