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

Fifty thousand infantrymen were lined up in neat rows. Although their equipment varied, each of them had an expression of determination on their face.

There were countless people, densely packed on the streets, surging with a tragic and heroic force.

Even the puppet king Go Zang, who was supported by Yeon Gaesomun, was riding on a tall warhorse. His body was a little thin, but he tried to straighten his back, trying to show the demeanor of a king.

In his hand he held a sharp sword that gleamed with cold light.

There was resentment towards Yeon Gaesomun and compassion for the fate of Goguryeo in Gao Zang's eyes.

Yeon Gaesomun's eyes were slightly moved. He looked at Liu Shangzai beside him and asked in a low voice, "Is everything done?"

Liu Shangzai nodded solemnly and replied, "Damolizhi, everything has been arranged. As long as we are defeated, our people will no longer resist."

"By then, perhaps more casualties could be avoided, and so many of our people wouldn't have died."

Hearing Liu Shangzai's words, Yeon Gaesomun seemed to have put down a heavy stone in his heart for some reason. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little. He said, "Well done. Put on my armor and let the brothers get ready."

"Yes, Da Molizhi!"

Liu Shangzai responded and carefully picked up the armor, which still bore traces of battle. He skillfully put it on Yeon Gaesomun, his movements gentle but reluctant.

He had served Yeon Gaesomun countless times and had been loyal to him for many years.

This time, his movements were exceptionally slow and gentle, knowing that this might be the last time he would put armor on his leader. Every movement was filled with his respect for Yeon Gaesomun.

Yeon Gaesomun, wearing armor, jumped onto the horse, sat on the horse's back with a nimble posture, and held a long spear tightly in his hand.

He glanced at the soldiers and civilians around him and shouted, "Brothers, our Goguryeo is going to perish, at the hands of the Tang Dynasty!"

"It's my incompetence that has led us to this point."

Before he could finish his words, Gao Zang beside him suddenly spoke up with an almost insane smile on his face. He said, "Forget it, Yeon Gaesomun, stop talking. We'll all die together soon."

"At this time, I just want to tell you, you bastard."

After saying this, Gao Zang burst into laughter, and his laughter echoed over the street, sounding particularly desolate.

"Yeon Gaesomun, why did you usurp the throne?"

"Look at it now, is it interesting?"

Gao Zang laughed wantonly, his laughter filled with endless grief and indignation.

Yeon Gaesomun remained silent and just looked at Gao Zang quietly.

Gao Zang's laughter died down, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He said, "Yeon Gaesomun, you did a good job, but when it comes to dying, you are not worthy enough."

"Even if you call yourself the Great Molizhi, you are not the king of Goguryeo after all."

"Even if I, Go Zang, am Yeon Gaesomun's puppet, I am still the king of Goguryeo."

"I've read as much as you, but I just don't have military power. The Tang Emperor once said, 'A king dies for his country,' and I think that's true."

"Well said. Therefore, I, the king, shall bear the responsibility for the destruction of our nation! By my military order, open the city gates!"

At this moment, Yeon Gaesomun looked at the figure of the young man Gao Zang, and for a moment it seemed as if he really saw the appearance of Lao Wang when he was young in him.

Once upon a time, I was so young and energetic, full of passion, and followed Lao Wang closely in the charge. That was such a nostalgic time that I can never go back to.

And now, everything is about to come to an end. Under the city of Pyongyang, on the eve of the destruction of the country and the family, all the grievances, hatreds, glory and humiliation will be swept into the torrent with the city gate that is about to open.