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

Hearing Wang Qizhao's words, Wang Yi couldn't help swallowing, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“But patriarch, we only have three thousand elite soldiers and forty thousand militia. We have almost completely recruited all the able-bodied men in Taiyuan.”

His voice trembled slightly, knowing that saying such words might anger the moody head of the family.

Hearing Wang Yi's words, Wang Qizhao sat up suddenly and slapped the girl who was massaging him.

"You useless thing, how did you press this master?"

The little girl was beaten and fell to the ground. She didn't dare to touch her burning face. She could only lower her head. Her body trembled violently with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out loud.

Fortunately, Wang Qizhao did not continue to embarrass her, but instead cast his fierce gaze at Wang Yi who was standing beside him.

"Report whatever I tell you to do. Taiyuan is deserted, but what about the surrounding areas? Aren't those old men and children human beings? Can't women go to war? I don't think so. Continue to recruit soldiers for me. As long as you are a human being, you are a soldier."

There was a mad gleam in his eyes.

"When the Li Tang Dynasty is overthrown, the more you report, the greater the benefits will be. Do you understand?"

Wang Yi nodded quickly and responded respectfully, "Yes, Master."

At night, a group of people in tattered military uniforms swaggered along the streets of Taiyuan. Their steps were light and quick as they headed towards the city gate.

The military uniforms hung loosely on their bodies, fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

The team of defenders responsible for guarding the city were a little confused. They leaned against the city wall and chatted boredly.

What are these recruited soldiers doing here in the middle of the night?

They looked at the group of soldiers slowly walking towards the city gate, and a hint of disdain appeared in their eyes.

They are the royal guards of the Wang family. These soldiers are just a group of low-class people wearing military uniforms. In their eyes, they are like ants.

"Huh, you really think you're something just because you're wearing a military uniform."

One of the defenders sneered, and the others followed suit and laughed.

Seeing them getting closer, the leader of the defending army called out to them.

"You lowly commoners, you think you can escape, huh?"

He said this with a forced smile, a cruel glint in his eyes. There would be more fun tonight, and he was already imagining how to torture these "escaped" people.

But when the leader raised his head, the icy murderous intent shot towards the leader of the defenders like a sharp sword, making him shiver involuntarily.

This kind of look is definitely not something a pariah can have.

Before he could even ask another question, a flash of cold light appeared, and the Embroidered Spring Blade was already drawn.

The speed was so fast that the leader of the defending army didn't even have time to react. His head fell to the ground with hot blood, and the blood splattered on the ground, emitting some hot white smoke.

The other defenders also reacted at this time, drawing the swords from their waists, shouting chaotic slogans, but their eyes revealed fear.

The ten men tore off their worn military uniforms, and a row of bright and beautiful flying fish uniforms came into view of everyone.

"Jinyiwei!" Someone shouted, the voice full of fear.

"They are the tyrant's imperial guards!"

This name spread among the defenders in an instant. When many people heard the three words "Jinyiwei", they couldn't help but feel a fear in their hearts and their legs became weak.

"What are you afraid of? There are only ten of them. It will be a great achievement if we kill them."

One of the defenders shouted bravely, but his voice was obviously trembling.

While these so-called elite soldiers of the Wang family were still struggling, the Jinyiwei had already drawn their swords and attacked.

Their movements were coordinated and well-trained, like ferocious cheetahs.