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

At this critical moment that determined the fate of Goguryeo, Gao Zang, the Goguryeo king who had long been regarded as a puppet, issued the first and last substantive order to the army.

In the past, although he wore the crown, he was just a puppet in the hands of Yeon Gaesomun. His orders were not carried out and his authority was lost. He was trapped in the center of the palace's power struggle. He had the title of king but no power to exercise.

Now, when the shadow of death weighed heavily on the entire Goguryeo, this order instantly ignited the flame of unwillingness in the hearts of every Goguryeo person.

It also adds a touch of heroic color to the city of Pyongyang, which is about to collapse.

Gao Zang stared quietly at the slowly opening city gate. With a dull creaking sound, the city gate retreated to both sides little by little, like an old man on his last legs, struggling to open his arms for the last time.

Gao Zang's hands trembled slightly as he pulled the reins, his eyes fixed on the open battlefield in front of him. There were the Tang army's flags like a forest, the end of Goguryeo's fate, and the place where they could finally regain their dignity.

"Da Molizhi, I will die with you. Before I die, can you call me king?"

Gao Zang's voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were staring straight ahead without blinking.

When Yeon Gaesomun heard Gao Zang's words, he was stunned at first, and then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

"Is that all you ask? Don't you want to cut me into pieces?"

His voice was bitter.

Once, in order to obtain supreme power, he did not hesitate to use any means to push Gao Zang onto the throne, which seemed noble but was actually a puppet. He himself firmly controlled the government power behind the scenes and manipulated every step of Goguryeo.

Back then, had he ever imagined the situation would turn out like this? Now, facing Gao Zang's seemingly simple request, he felt a mixture of emotions.

When Gao Zang heard Yeon Gaesomun's response, he slowly turned his head and looked straight at Yeon Gaesomun's face.

The resentment in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a kind of open-mindedness. At this moment when the country was destroyed and the people were about to die, he let go of all his love, hatred, and emotions, and saw through the impermanence of fate.

"Of course I have. Countless nights, I've dreamed of slicing you into pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart and make you pay a heavy price for what you've done."

"But now, everything is different."

He paused, a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Goguryeo is about to be destroyed. What do our so-called grudges mean?"

"If the Tang army hadn't relied on those incredibly powerful cannons, how could Goguryeo have been defeated so easily?"

"You've worked tirelessly for Goguryeo all along the way, and our Goguryeo soldiers have also fought with all their might!"

"Now that so many people are rushing to the underworld together, the road to the underworld is not lonely at all. Don't you think so, Da Molizhi?"

Yeon Gaesomun listened quietly to Gao Zang's words, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out in the end.

He had thousands of words in his heart, wanting to express his regret for his previous decision, his guilt towards the people of Goguryeo, and his complex emotions towards the puppet king in front of him who had been toyed with by him. But at this moment, all the words were choked in his throat and turned into a silent sigh.

Seeing that Yeon Gaesomun did not speak, Gao Zang did not ask any further questions.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to draw the last bit of courage in the world into his lungs.

He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs. The warhorse under his crotch felt the pain, neighed loudly, raised its front hooves, and rushed forward.

Gao Zang raised the sword high in his hand, announcing to the world the last act of Goguryeo's unyielding spirit.