"Haha..." Mu Lige sneered disdainfully. "Ran Zamao, you said it yourself, Su Mu Tianjun is the enemy who killed my father and mother. You actually tried to threaten me with his life. Did your brain get squeezed by a door?"

At this moment, under the cover of night, a group of well-trained soldiers were approaching the city gate. They were the 100,000 rebels led by Tianji from Zhifanlin.

"You..." Ran Qiyue angrily threw Su Mutianjun aside upon seeing this and flew onto the city wall. He was then seen waving a flag and shouting loudly, commanding the Zhaoyang soldiers. The deafening sound echoed in the dark night.

Under Ran Qiyue's command, the soldiers of Zhaoyang moved swiftly and in an orderly manner. They formed a tight line of defense to meet the attack of the rebels led by Tianji.

Tianji led his rebels forward courageously. With a firm and powerful stride, they engaged in a fierce confrontation with the soldiers of Zhaoyang State. Tianji remained calm and observed the battlefield situation, responding flexibly to Ran Qiyue's tactics.

The battle was intense, with both sides refusing to yield. Swords clashed, and the sounds of fighting echoed. Ran Qiye and Tianji were both trying their best, hoping for victory.

Under Ran Qiyue's precise command, the soldiers of Zhaoyang State fully demonstrated their combat effectiveness. They coordinated with each other and skillfully employed various tactics, putting the Tianji rebels on the defensive.

However, Tianji was no pushover. He quickly adjusted his tactics and organized an effective counterattack. The rebels fought bravely, engaging the soldiers of Zhaoyang in a thrilling battle.

The entire battlefield was filled with flying dust and the shouts of killing were deafening.