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

They have only one belief in their hearts.

I will never give up until I bring back Songtsen Gampo's head.

The entire Three Thousand Battalion held their breath for this expedition.

When they learned that they were going to march into the Tibetan mainland, the soldiers signed up enthusiastically, and those who could not adapt to the plateau environment were replaced.

The 3,000-man battalion pursued Songtsen Gampo for three days. During those three days, they slept in the open air, traveled day and night, and their only focus was on the fleeing enemy ahead.

In order to escape, Songtsen Gampo kept leaving behind his men and horses, trying to slow down the Tang army's pursuit.

The Tibetan soldiers who were left behind knew that they would die, but they also tried their best to delay the pace of the 3,000-man battalion so that their Zamp could run away a little further.

Even if they risked their lives, they would not be able to stop the advance of the Three Thousand Battalion.

Every fallen Tibetan soldier eventually became a stepping stone for the Three Thousand Battalion's advance.

"Zanpu, we can't escape. Let's surrender."

Lu Dongzan said with a sad and angry look on his face, tears flashing in his eyes, an expression of helplessness and pain.

He looked at the Tang army in the distance, which seemed like he could never get rid of it, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

Songtsen Gampo looked at his own portrait and saw the despair and pleading in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and gently patted Lu Dongzan's shoulder, his action full of powerlessness.

"Your son died at their hands. Can you really surrender to the Tang army?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of unwillingness.

Lu Dongzan sighed, and that breath seemed to let out all the pain and helplessness in his heart.

"If we don't surrender to the Tang Dynasty now, then Tubo will really have no chance of survival."

"At least if I surrender, I might be able to save my life. Then I can rely on the support of the Tang Dynasty and develop slowly, waiting for the right time!"

"If I can't save my life, at least my Tibetan bloodline will be passed down to the world! Otherwise, our nation will be destroyed."

After hearing Lu Dongzan's words, Songtsen Gampo closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

He seemed to see the former glory of Tubo and the people galloping freely on the grassland.

But now, all of this is gradually disappearing in the flames of war. He sighed deeply, and the sound seemed particularly heavy in this silent plateau.

"Then surrender!" His voice carried a helpless compromise with fate.

.........

"Unfortunately, his opponent is Li Jing."

The news of the entire Tubo nation's surrender was passed on to the main army by the Three Thousand Camp, and suddenly the entire camp was in an uproar.

The cheers were like waves, one after another, deafening.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the Tang Dynasty!"

The soldiers shouted excitedly, waving their weapons, their faces filled with the joy of victory.

The joy is a celebration of the victory in the war, a comfort to the dead brothers, and a pride in the glory of the Tang Dynasty.

There was a gleam in their eyes, the gleam of victory after finally experiencing countless hardships and obstacles.

……

Only Qin Ruzhao was unhappy.

He sat alone in the tent, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

His heart was filled with guilt for his dead brothers. Those familiar faces kept appearing in his mind. Every smile and every training scene pierced his heart like a knife.

Li Jing saw what he was thinking and came to talk to him. The battle-hardened veteran walked into the tent with a steady pace. He looked at Qin Ruzhao with eyes full of understanding and concern.

"Ruzhao, I know that many of your brothers in the Three Thousand Battalion died, but you also saved the people of Songzhou City and Yizhou City."

"If we really let those Tibetans take control of Songzhou, this war will not be so easy to fight."

Li Jing's voice was gentle and steady as he tried to comfort Qin Ruzhao.

Qin Ruzhao glanced at Li Jing, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.