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

Han Wei glanced at the guards beside him, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He drew the Tang sword from his waist, which gleamed with an icy light in the firelight. "If you want to leave, go ahead! In the Tang Dynasty, there are only governors who died in battle! There are no governors who escape! Kill them!"

As he spoke, he shouted loudly, like a god of war descending to earth, and rushed towards the nearest Tibetan soldier with a knife in hand.

He raised his sword and slashed it down, cutting the Tibetan soldier back repeatedly, with blood splattering on the ground.

Seeing that the commander-in-chief had already made up his mind to die, the other soldiers immediately became furious and shouted, "Kill!"

No one thought of escaping anymore, and they fought a desperate battle with the Tubo soldiers.

In an instant, the entire Songzhou City was ablaze with flames, and the shouts of killing shook the sky, like hell on earth.

……

Han Wei watched the people of Songzhou continue to die under the scimitars of the Tibetan barbarians, his eyes filled with grief and anger.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, his eyes were bloodshot, and the anger in his heart was burning.

Holding a knife, he rushed towards the place where the most Tibetan soldiers were, and fought them to the death.

But the guards behind him held him tightly, begging him desperately, "Commander-in-Chief! No!"

At this time, Han Wei was already blood-thirsty. His Tang sword was covered with gaps, which were traces left by the fierce battle with the Tubo soldiers.

His arms were shaking slightly from prolonged exertion, but his eyes remained firm as iron.

"If you don't die now, when will you die?"

Han Wei roared, and the sound echoed in the war-torn streets, as if it was a roar against fate.

"Emperor! I have come to see you! I have done my duty to the Tang Dynasty!"

Han Wei's eyes revealed a tragic and heroic look of facing death with indifference.

"Commander! Wait a minute, have you noticed that the ground is shaking?"

A guard suddenly shouted loudly.

Han Wei's blood was boiling at this moment, and his mind was filled with the thought of dying together with the Tubo soldiers. He did not feel the shaking of the ground at all.

But as the vibrations grew louder, like dull thunder rolling in from afar, he gradually calmed down.

He glanced suspiciously at his personal guards, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "This feels a little familiar!"

He frowned, trying hard to recall something. Suddenly, a light of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he became excited all of a sudden.

"It's the heavy cavalry! The heavy cavalry of our Tang Dynasty has arrived!" Han Wei shouted excitedly.

Heavy cavalry, a type of military force unique to the Tang Dynasty, was the ace of the Tang army. Clad in heavy armor, both the men and horses resembled giant steel beasts.

Such a type of army requires huge resources to maintain, and other small countries simply cannot afford it.

There were only two famous heavy cavalry in the Tang Dynasty. One was Emperor Taizong's Black Armor Army, which was once invincible on the battlefield and had a great reputation. The other was His Majesty's Three Thousand Battalion, which was also an elite division that made the enemy tremble in fear.

Han Wei secretly wondered in his heart, which group would come?

The moment the heavy cavalry surged into the city like a black tide, Han Wei suddenly shouted, "Three Thousand Battalions! The Three Thousand Battalions are coming!"

His voice was full of surprise and hope, the excitement of seeing light in a desperate situation.

In the Black Armor Army, only the men were fully armored, while the horses were lightly armored. However, in the Three Thousand Battalion, both the men and the horses were heavily armored, and their momentum was even more majestic.

Some sharp-eyed Tibetan soldiers saw the Three Thousand Battalion entering the city from behind and were immediately frightened and turned pale.

They swallowed in fear, their eyes filled with terror, and ran towards the city gate without looking back.

When the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion saw the Tibetan soldiers, they all lowered their visors in unison. Beneath the cold visors were pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent.