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

Cheng Yaojin looked at Chu Suiliang as if he were an idiot.

"What's the point of fighting without soldiers? You want me, Old Cheng, to go out and fight the Qianniu Guards with bare hands?"

He shook his thick arms.

"These young men from aristocratic families always walk around with their faces held high. One day, Old Cheng will take care of them all!"

His words were filled with anger and disdain.

"General Cheng, be careful with your words!"

Wang Gui directly interrupted Cheng Yaojin's nonsense. He looked at Cheng Yaojin with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Watching the large number of officials from aristocratic families leave the court, Li Shimin finally felt a sense of powerlessness. These officials were all recommended by aristocratic families. If they targeted one party, they could bring the Tang Dynasty to a standstill. How could that be easy? This feeling of powerlessness enveloped Li Shimin like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The tall and majestic city gate of Chang'an City was closed tightly, as if an indestructible wall of steel stood before us.

The city gate is made of thick solid wood and its surface is inlaid with dense copper nails, each of which sparkles with a cold metallic luster in the sun. The gaps between the doors are filled with special materials and there are no flaws.

The soldiers in charge of defending the city were all on high alert, their postures as straight as pine trees, their eyes fixed firmly on the outside of the city.

Carts of rolling wood and stones, and barrels of gold liquid were continuously transported to the top of the city wall.

The soldiers pushed the heavy logs with great effort, and the rough wooden wheels left deep ruts on the stone road. Each log was as thick as a human waist, and the spikes on it flashed a ferocious light in the sunlight.

Barrels of molten gold, emitting a pungent odor, were carefully placed on the crenellations of the city wall. The golden liquid swayed slightly inside the barrels, as if it were the call of death.

Looking at the sea of ​​armored soldiers outside the city, many recruits who had never fought in a war on the city walls turned pale.

They kept swallowing, and their throats rolling up and down due to tension were clearly visible.

Even his legs couldn't help but tremble a little, his young and tender face was full of fear, and his body was shaking slightly.

Seeing those seniors who had fought in the war still had calm expressions.

This makes me feel better.

The cavalry was at the end. The war horses were tall and majestic, their hooves paddling restlessly on the ground, and the scales on their bodies reflected a majestic light like the shimmering surface of a lake.

The soldiers on horseback wore helmets, had stern eyes, and held the reins tightly in their hands, ready to charge forward at the command.

The archers were in the middle, wearing light leather armor, carrying quivers full of arrows on their backs, and holding longbows in their hands ready to shoot at any time.

The arrow flashed with the cold light of death in the sunlight, aiming towards the direction of Chang'an City.

There were six rows of shield soldiers. Their shields were like giant tortoise shells, tightly arranged and painted with ferocious animal patterns. The shield soldiers half-crouched behind their shields, peeking vigilantly at the outside of the city through the gaps in the shields.

There were six rows of spearmen, their spears like a forest, with the tips pointing to the sky. Each spear was as tall as two people, and the red tassels on the spear shafts fluttered in the wind, as if blood was dancing.

There are six rows of halberd warriors. The crescent-shaped blades of the halberds shine sharply in the sun, and the patterns on the halberd shafts show strength.

There was also a phalanx of soldiers holding weapons that had never been seen before, which looked like fire sticks.

The total number of people is probably more than 100,000!

The sudden appearance of hundreds of thousands of troops made the defenders in Chang'an City almost unwilling to resist.

Hundreds of large banners with the word "Li" written on them fluttered in the wind, and the flags rustled in the wind like roaring dragons.

Each banner was enormous, made of the finest silk, with the word "Li" embroidered on it in a vigorous and powerful style, as if it was a symbol of the majesty of the Li Tang royal family.