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

Qin Ruzhao rode on a tall black horse, and both the man and the horse were wearing heavy armor.

The black warhorse was covered with bulging muscles, and its hooves were wrapped with thick iron plates, making a dull sound every time it stepped on the ground.

The heavy armor on the horse is made of fine iron, and the scales are closely connected to protect the vital parts of the warhorse.

The black armor is carved with exquisite patterns and has smooth lines, like a work of art.

He wore a helmet with a black tassel, which danced in the wind like leaping black flames.

He rode alone to the city of Chang'an, carrying a three-pointed double-edged sword. The sword was more than a person tall, and its blade was so sharp that it seemed capable of cutting through anything.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, reflecting a chilling radiance in the sunlight. Black strips of cloth were wrapped around the handle, adding to its mysterious aura.

"Listen up, all the defenders on the city walls! We are the troops of His Majesty the Crown Prince. With the passing of His Majesty, His Majesty the Crown Prince is the legitimate heir to the Tang Dynasty!"

Qin Ruzhao's voice was like a huge bell, echoing under the Chang'an city wall.

His voice was full of authority and confidence, and every word carried weight.

"Everyone on the city walls, do you intend to stop your Emperor? We are all soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Open the city gates! His Majesty will not embarrass you!"

His eyes were like lightning as he scanned the defenders on the city wall, and that look seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

"Our army is giving you an ultimatum. Three drums!"

He raised his three-pointed double-edged sword and pointed it at the sky.

"Three drum beats! If anyone still refuses to repent, they will be charged with treason and their entire clan will be exterminated!"

After Qin Ruzhao finished speaking, he turned around and left. His warhorse raised a cloud of dust, and the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.

"Bang the drum!"

With an order.

“Boom boom boom.”

The heart-shaking sound of military drums rang out, and each beat seemed to correspond to the heartbeats of the soldiers on the Chang'an city wall. The heavy drumbeats seemed like the footsteps of death, approaching step by step, making it difficult to breathe.

Five hundred drums beat simultaneously, the sound like rolling thunder sweeping down from the horizon. The earth trembled, and the air was thick with tension.

Even the ministers imprisoned in the Taiji Hall could hear the sound. The dull drumbeats passed through the palace walls and reached everyone's ears.

All the generals who heard the sound of war drums raised their heads in unison, their eyes flashing with excitement and curiosity.

My eyes lit up, as if I smelled the scent of war.

"This drum sounds like a cowhide drum?"

Li Ji spoke, frowning slightly and listening attentively to the deafening drumbeats, trying to discern the material of the drums from the sound.

"That's right, wow, how many cowhide drums are needed? How many cows do we have to kill? I, Old Cheng, have never killed so many cows, right?"

Cheng Yaojin exclaimed, his eyes wide open, his face full of surprise, and his exaggerated expression made people around him laugh.

Li Jing, who had been silent all this time, also spoke at this time.

"This is a large cowhide drum, and it has at least three hundred of them. Only someone with extraordinary strength can hammer it."

Li Jing's words immediately shocked the generals present. They looked at each other in disbelief. When did the Tang Dynasty become so wealthy? So many incredibly strong men, instead of charging forward, were drumming in the rear. Could it be that those charging forward were even stronger than those beating the drums?

"Okay, wait until everyone goes out and takes a look, won't you know?"

Cheng Yaojin laughed, trying to ease the tense and curious atmosphere.

Chu Suiliang glanced at the Qianniu Guards outside the door.

"General Cheng, how do you want to get out?"

He frowned slightly, with worry in his eyes, looking at the wolf-like and ferocious Qianniu Guards, wondering what Cheng Yaojin could do.

Cheng Yaojin smiled inexplicably.

"I, old Mr. Cheng, have a good plan." After saying that, a man walked out of the hall. His steps seemed relaxed, but in fact, they were winding and unhuman. Of course, the main reason was that he didn't want the people in the hall to know what he was going to do.