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

With a long "Woo--" sound, the train started slowly like a giant steel dragon.

The car body shook slightly at first, and then moved forward steadily. The rhythmic sound of the wheels colliding with the rails broke the surrounding tranquility.

The veterans sitting in the first carriage were all battle-hardened men. The moment the train started, they seemed to have telepathic connection. They stopped what they were doing and looked at each other solemnly.

The first thing that came to their mind was the wonderful use of this thing on the battlefield.

Li Shimin, the retired emperor of the Tang Dynasty, was dressed in a dark yellow brocade robe. Although he was already middle-aged, his kingly aura remained as strong as ever.

His arms gently embraced Li Jing beside him.

Li Shimin looked out the window at the vast land in the distance, and was transported back to the days of war and battle. He said with emotion, "Pharmacist, look at this iron thing."

"Just think about it. If we had this magical item back then, where in this vast world could we not have set foot on? Where could we not have become the territory of the Great Tang?"

"Thinking back to those days, we relied on our passion, our horses, our swords, and fought bloody battles. Although we conquered the splendid Tang Dynasty, we also experienced countless hardships and dangers, and sacrificed countless brave men."

"If this good thing could have appeared at that time, it would have given our army an even greater boost, reduced casualties, and allowed us to expand our territory even faster. Those distant and unreachable places might have already been incorporated into the territory of the Tang Dynasty."

Li Jing listened quietly to Li Shimin's words. His eyes gradually became a little blurred. Fierce battle scenes emerged in his mind. He looked forward to the battle scene if there was this train to help.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze, casting a faint gaze at the fields and mountains flashing by outside the window, and said with a hint of loss: "Yes, Your Majesty, we were born too early."

"It would be great if it were twenty years later."

At this point, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and his voice rose slightly.

"Look, there are still so many vast territories that have not been conquered. I, an old minister, cannot calm down and am unwilling to accept it!"

"Our Tang Dynasty's cavalry should have trampled every inch of land in this world and spread the great name of our Tang Dynasty."

When Li Shimin heard Li Jing's unwilling words, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He reached out his hand, gently patted Li Jing's shoulder, and said firmly: "Cheng Qian can do it!"

In those eyes, one could already see Li Chengqian leading the Tang Dynasty towards a more glorious future.

"Cheng Qian is now twenty-nine years old, in the prime of his life."

"Based on our achievements, we will surely be able to push the Tang Dynasty to a new peak. This will be a blessing for the Tang Dynasty and for all mankind!"

In the train's cab, Li Chengqian was taking good care of Fang Xuanling.

Li Chengqian's face exudes the heroic spirit of a young emperor.

He gently picked up a blanket made of mink fur. The blanket had pure fur color and thick, soft fur. It was obvious that it was made of high-quality mink fur and had excellent warmth retention.

Li Chengqian slowly covered Fang Xuanling with a blanket, moving gently for fear of disturbing the old minister.

Although the harsh winter air has gradually shown signs of dissipating, the snow has not yet completely melted. According to the old people, it will be cold for about another month before the warm spring season arrives.

Fang Xuanling sat there quietly, looking through the car window at the monotonous yet peaceful scenery outside, wondering what he was thinking about.

His face looked a little haggard, and his body leaned weakly on Li Chengqian's shoulder.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the emperor who was still a child in his eyes but was about to enter his thirties in the blink of an eye.

Time had left traces of maturity on Li Chengqian's face. Fang Xuanling couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions in his heart. He couldn't help but whisper, "Your Majesty, you must be very tired."