Ying Shimin headed eastward, making unstoppable progress.

What's even more incredible is that the army of one hundred thousand led by Shang Jun from Shang County has increased rather than decreased in less than a month.

By the time Ying Shimin reached Wuguan, he was followed by a hundred and fifty thousand troops.

Zhang Han, appointed by Zhao Gao as the defender of Wuguan, felt extremely embarrassed when he saw Ying Shimin and his hundred riders clamoring at the city gate.

He received the imperial edict from Emperor Qin, sealed with the emperor's personal seal, which ordered him to defend the pass with his life, leaving him no choice.

But facing Prince Fusu, who had won countless battles, Zhang Han couldn't defeat him and couldn't take any extreme actions.

Every time Ying Shimin made a commotion outside, the morale of the soldiers inside the city weakened.

This battle was already decided before it even began.

Ying Shimin knew very well that the morale of the soldiers on the city walls was already in chaos. So, disregarding Meng Tian's concerns once again, he made an extremely bold move.

He rode alone on his horse and went straight into the range of the archers on the city wall.

Meng Tian shouted in alarm, fearing for Prince Ying's safety.

Ying Shimin ignored it and instead calmly dismounted and took off his helmet.

He stretched out his hands and looked at the soldiers on the city wall, shouting loudly to all the archers in the city, "Soldiers of Great Qin! Shoot arrows at me! Shoot arrows at the firstborn son of your loyal emperor!"

The hundreds of archers on the Wuguan city wall had their bows drawn and arrows on the strings, but none of them dared to shoot at Ying Shimin, who was shouting within their range.

The brief confrontation seemed so long.

"Plop."

That was the sound of sweat dropping.

In that instant, the sweat from Ying Shimin's forehead, the worried cold sweat from Meng Tian, and the sweat from Zhang Han and the hundreds of archers on the city wall all fell almost simultaneously.

These drops of sweat were barely audible as they fell to the ground, but when they landed in people's hearts, they were as resounding as a bell.

"Long live Prince Fusu!"

One soldier on the city wall couldn't restrain himself any longer, dropped his bow and arrow, and knelt on the ground, shouting loudly.

Then a stone caused a thousand ripples. All the archers on the Wuguan city wall threw down their bows and arrows, clenched their fists over their hearts, and knelt down. They followed by shouting, "Long live Prince Fusu!"

The army behind Meng Tian had already started shouting along. Amidst the cries of "Long live," the gates of Wuguan were opened.

Ying Shimin took the lead on his horse and entered Guanzhong with the bearing of a king.

On that day, Ying Shimin's lone ride and heroic feat resounded throughout Guanzhong!

Two thousand years later, a fellow named Napoleon in the French Republic shouted the same words, achieving even more shocking results.

God, looking down from above, sneered and muttered, "Napoleon, those words that guy said back then, they were all your lines, weren't they?"