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

Pyongyang is like a dead and lonely city, shrouded in the shadow of war.

"Your Majesty, Goguryeo no longer has any soldiers left to fight!"

A messenger captain looked hurried, without even having time to brush off the dust on his armor, as he trotted through the layers of Tang soldiers and reported urgently to Li Chengqian on the high platform.

His voice trembled slightly with anxiety, and his eyes revealed an excitement that was difficult to conceal.

Li Chengqian stood on the high platform, with no expression on his face. He just nodded slightly, his deep eyes still staring at the battlefield.

After a moment, without saying a word, he walked down the platform slowly with steady steps.

The city of Pyongyang is a hell on earth.

The corpses of Goguryeo soldiers piled up like mountains, covering the entire earth in layers. The blood gathered into dark red streams, flowing freely and emitting a strong smell of blood.

Only a few broken military flags fluttered weakly in the wind.

Due to the huge difference in iron hardness and the disparity in equipment quality, Goguryeo soldiers had almost no ability to fight back in this war.

The crude and simple weapons in their hands seemed so fragile in front of the Tang army's sophisticated armor that even breaking through the Tang army's armor became a luxury.

On the battlefield, Goguryeo soldiers could be seen everywhere waving their weapons in vain, but in an instant they were ruthlessly cut down by the sharp blades of the Tang army, becoming nameless corpses on this cold battlefield.

Li Chengqian stood quietly in this Shura field, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes revealing complex emotions.

He took a deep breath, and the pungent smell of blood instantly rushed into his nostrils, causing ripples in his heart.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

The cruelty of the war made him a little uneasy, but there was nothing he could do, because a general's success is built on the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.

At this moment, he saw countless families broken and countless lives lost.

As the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of unifying the world and expanding the territory.

Determination flashed in his eyes, and he slowly raised his hand, wanting to issue the order to massacre the city, which was common in war but extremely cruel.

Just as his lips opened slightly and he was about to utter those cold words, he heard a faint sound in his ears.

The voice seemed to come from the distant sky, vague and yet it touched his heart so truly.

Li Chengqian's body trembled violently. He subconsciously stopped what he was doing, turned around, and asked the generals around him, "Did you hear any sound?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Upon hearing this, all the generals stopped what they were doing and looked at each other.

They pricked up their ears and listened carefully to the movements around them, but they heard nothing except the sound of the wind and the occasional groan of a wounded soldier.

"Your Majesty, there is no sound?"

A general stepped forward and answered respectfully.

His eyes revealed a hint of concern, as if he was worried that His Majesty was overtired from days of fighting and was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

Li Chengqian waved his hand gently, signaling them to be quiet.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried to catch that subtle sound again.

At that moment, the whole world fell silent, leaving only his heavy breathing and the faint sound echoing in his ears.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a glimmer of light in them, and walked in the direction where the faint sound came from.

The ground beneath my feet became extremely muddy, and every step I took sank deep into the bloody corpses, making it almost impossible to find a place to stand.