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

"Their sacrifice cannot be in vain!"

When he said this, his voice trembled slightly, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Tibetans must pay for their crimes. Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"

His fists slowly clenched at his sides, the strength of the clench seemed to merge all his grief and anger into them, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

In order to support Songzhou, General Li of Yizhou has sent all 30,000 soldiers.

This was a desperate defensive action with no retreat, and every decision was related to the safety of Yizhou and even the entire Tang Dynasty border.

Qin Ruzhao was well aware of the pros and cons. If Songzhou was lost, Yizhou would be like an isolated city without a barrier, exposed to the iron hoof of Tubo, and would then fall into the dangerous situation of being directly invaded by the Tubo army.

At this time, the 30,000 soldiers must have arrived at the battlefield in Songzhou filled with smoke.

But Qin Ruzhao also clearly realized that facing the huge Tubo army that had come out in full force, these 30,000 people were just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But under the overwhelming offensive of Tubo, there was no way to change the serious situation of the war.

The only way is to defend Songzhou and buy time.

As long as we can delay until Li Jing's army arrives, that will be the end of Tubo, and it will be the key to turning the entire war situation around.

"I hope those 30,000 brothers can hold on a little longer and buy us enough time. I can't let their sacrifice go to waste."

Qin Ruzhao prayed silently in his heart.

"General, do you think those 30,000 men can hold on?"

A soldier asked with a worried look on his face.

His face still had a hint of childishness, a purity that came from having never experienced the world, but at this moment, this purity was tarnished by the cruelty of war.

His eyes revealed his worry about the fate of those 30,000 brothers, as if he had already seen the tragic fighting on the battlefield.

Qin Ruzhao frowned, his eyebrows tangled together like two small mountains, and he spoke slowly.

"It's difficult. The Tibetan army is much stronger than ours. These 30,000 soldiers are a drop in the bucket. Besides, they are not a standardized army and have never been trained."

He looked deeply in the direction of Songzhou, his eyes showing worry about the fate of the 30,000 soldiers, but also a glimmer of expectation.

"But they are hope now. Every one of them is a brave and fearless warrior."

"I just hope they can buy themselves some time until our logistics team arrives. Then we'll support them!"

“Will many of them die?”

The soldier's tone was a little low, and his voice was like a candle in the wind, trembling slightly.

Qin Ruzhao looked at him with determination in his eyes.

"In war, how can there be no deaths?"

"Every brother who sacrificed his life is an eternal pain in our hearts. No one is immune to the pain."

"However, now is not the time for us to wallow in grief. We must turn this grief into strength and make Tubo pay for its blood debt with blood!"

The soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were all holding back a rage in their hearts at this moment, a hatred and anger that went deep into their bones.

They were waiting, waiting for the arrival of heavy armor.

Heavy armor is the key to turning the tide of battle and the fastest hope for revenge.

As long as the heavy armor arrives, Qin Ruzhao is confident that he will make the Tibetans pay for their blood debt with blood, make them pay a heavy price for the sins they have committed, and make them responsible for the lives of every Tang Dynasty soldier who has died.

"General, we must make the Tibetans pay with blood and avenge our brothers!"

A soldier said through gritted teeth.

Qin Ruzhao patted his shoulder and said, "Yes, we must let them know that if they mess with our Three Thousand Battalion, they will be doomed!"

The scene on the streets of Yizhou was miserable and solemn.

The bodies of the 3,000 soldiers were arranged neatly, and the neat arrangement added a touch of tragic grandeur.