Before besieging Xiaoguan, facing the local garrison, Li Shimin personally led three hundred cavalry as a feigned attack to lure the enemy.

What surprised Meng Tian was that after successfully drawing out thirty thousand troops from the enemy's city, Li Shimin directly charged with his three hundred cavalry.

When Meng Tian saw this, he was dumbfounded, and then he was so astonished that his mouth remained open.

Li Shimin led the charge, leading the three hundred riders in a triangular formation, like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the enemy.

Li Shimin was the most fierce in the charge, and the long spear in his hand danced like a dragon, causing death and injury with every swing.

The appearance of the heavy cavalry showcased a terrifying crushing effect. The enemy couldn't stop the onslaught of the three hundred cavalry.

After a round of charging, Li Shimin threw his long spear, and after knocking down a large number of enemy soldiers, he reached back and took out the bow he had just finished making.

He drew the bow and shot an arrow, and the enemy leader, a hundred paces away, fell to the ground with a sound.

Li Shimin understood very well the principle of an army collapsing like a mountain. The enemy leader fell, causing chaos among the enemy forces. With their formation in disarray, the tens of thousands of troops no longer needed anyone to charge at them; their own trampling of each other would become their greatest weapon of destruction.

Li Shimin laughed heartily and, accompanied by his ten-plus guards, charged into the enemy's central army, effortlessly cutting down their banner.

This battle was incredibly easy and enjoyable.

Li Shimin had a great time, but he scared Meng Tian to death.

When Li Shimin returned to Meng Tian's side, Meng Tian immediately knelt down.

"Prince, you promised to only act as a feigned attacker, and I agreed to let you personally lead the troops. Why did you directly penetrate the enemy's territory with the soldiers?" Meng Tian helplessly said.

Li Shimin laughed heartily, "I saw that the enemy attacked hastily and their troops were not organized. I was worried that the opportunity would be lost if we didn't act promptly. So I led the troops directly. General Meng, please forgive me. Isn't this a great victory?"

Meng Tian grinned. He had always been steady in leading the troops and had never seen such a way of fighting.

"Although our army won a great victory, it was still too risky. If anything happened to you, I couldn't bear the responsibility," Meng Tian said.

Li Shimin patted Meng Tian's shoulder reassuringly, "When I was training the troops, I said that even with a hundred thousand troops, I would still defeat them. Today, let's consider it as me fulfilling my bold words from back then."

"This is also thanks to General Meng holding the rear position. That's why I dare to fight so recklessly," Li Shimin quietly changed the way he addressed Meng Tian.

Meng Tian pretended not to notice and just clasped his fists, saying, "Prince, you flatter me."

After this battle, Li Shimin's reputation as a war god spread across more than a thousand years, resounding throughout the Qin Dynasty once again.