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

Each body was covered with a spotless white cloth that fluttered gently in the wind.

People gathered on both sides of the street, their eyes filled with grief and fear.

The sorrow is the mourning for the fallen soldiers; the fear is the fear of the unknown of war.

An old woman, leaning on a cane, walked shakily to a corpse.

Her wrinkled hands slowly reached out for the white cloth, and every movement seemed so heavy.

When she slowly lifted a corner of the white cloth and saw the young and familiar face, she burst into tears.

The tears gushed out from her cloudy eyes, wetting her patched clothes.

"How could such a young child die like this?..."

The old woman cried, her voice filled with endless sorrow.

Her son also joined the army and never came back. He was also very young at that time.

That similar scene tore open the pain in her heart once again, and it bled profusely.

An old man nearby advised: "Old sister, don't be too sad, these children are all for us."

The old woman cried and said, "I know, but my heart aches!"

Her crying broke the silence of the street. The cry echoed in the air like a sharp awl, piercing everyone's heart.

The people around were in tears. Some went forward to comfort the old woman, but their voices were also filled with tears. The words of comfort seemed so pale and powerless in the face of such great grief.

"These young people are all good people. They are protecting us..."

A young woman choked up and said, tears in her eyes, looking at the fallen soldiers, her heart filled with gratitude and sorrow.

The soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion came to the street and saw their brothers, who had been with them day and night, lying there coldly. Their eyes were red and tears were welling up in their eyes.

Their teeth were chattering and their hands were clenched into fists so tightly that it seemed as if they were going to crush their palms. Their nails dug deep into their palms and blood oozed out, but they felt no pain at all.

In their hearts, there was only hatred towards Tubo, guilt for their dead brothers and determination for revenge.

"Brother, don't worry, we will definitely avenge you!"

A soldier swore in a low voice in front of a corpse, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, and his unshakable belief was contained in the trembling voice.

"You Tibetan bastards, I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood!"

another soldier roared, his eyes burning with vengeance.

In this agonizing moment, time seemed to be extremely long, and every minute and every second was a torture to their souls.

Time was like a slow and sharp saw, pulling at their hearts again and again, making them struggle in pain.

Finally, the long-awaited voice broke the silence—the reserve troops of the Three Thousand Battalion arrived!

The sound of neat and powerful footsteps came from afar. The sound was like thunder and like the beating of war drums. Each footstep shook people's hearts and brought new vitality and hope to this land full of sorrow.

"The logistics troops are here! We can fight back!"

A soldier shouted excitedly, his voice echoing in the street, full of excitement and anticipation.

A gleam of light flashed in Qin Ruzhao's eyes, and he immediately walked down from the platform quickly. His steps were quick and powerful, as if every step carried his determination for revenge.

"Let's go and have a look!"

He shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

The logistics commander came before Qin Ruzhao, clasped his fists and saluted with a crisp, clear gesture: "General, we have already delivered all 3,000 sets of heavy armor!"

His voice was loud and firm, full of pride in a mission accomplished.

After hearing his words, Qin Ruzhao was silent for a moment. In that brief silence, he remembered his deceased brother and thought deeply about the current situation.