The retreat of the powerful Bull Demon Clan was not a temporary retreat, but a complete retreat. In the afternoon of that day, the spies came with the news that under the leadership of the eldest prince and the third prince of the Bull Demon Clan, all the Bull Demon Clan retreated to the other side of the Blood River and returned to the other side of the Blood River. Return to the Demonic Land.
After learning the news, Lei Jiuming was overjoyed and ordered people to spread the news. For a while, the entire Blood River City celebrated.
This time, the powerful Bull Demon Clan came with an army of 2.2 million, and the defenders of Blood River City were less than 2 million. In the end, the human race won a great victory, killing 130 of the Bull Demon Clan's heads one after another. Ten thousand, it can be said to be the biggest victory in the hundreds of years of confrontation between the human race and the demon race.
But the key to this victory is one person, and that is Huang Liang.
That night, Lei Jiuming sent someone to invite Song Yan to the commander-in-chief's mansion.
As soon as they met, Lei Jiuming handed Song Yan a merit report that was about to be sent to the military aircraft battalion for him to review.
Song Yan took a rough look at the battle report. Eighty percent of the credit for this battle was attributed to him personally, and the remaining two percent went to the soldiers on the Blood River battlefield.
After reading the battle report, Song Yan returned it to Lei Jiuming.
The other party quickly asked: "How is it?"
"That's inappropriate." Song Yan shook his head.
Lei Jiuming's face suddenly changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Huang, I know that your actual contribution is greater than what is stated in the battle report, but you must also be considerate of me. After all, my soldiers in Blood River City have fought to the death this time. Resist, if all the credit goes to you, it will be difficult for me to get appropriate pensions for those soldiers who died."
In this battle, more than 1.3 million Bull Demons were beheaded, but the human race also lost nearly 500,000 people.
Pensions are paid to all those who die, but according to the general process, the pensions issued by the military are not large. However, if the defenders of Blood River City have made greater contributions, it is relatively easy for Lei Jiuming to seek pensions from the military. It would be easier to say.
When Song Yan heard this, he immediately knew that Lei Jiuming had misunderstood what he meant, so he smiled and said: "You misunderstood me. I don't dislike the lack of credit, I feel that the credit is too much. In fact, I think that my credit should be given to me." Eradicate all the credit and give it to the soldiers of Blood River City!"
"This...?" Hearing Song Yan's words, Lei Jiuming couldn't help but feel guilty. He had misunderstood Song Yan.
"This is inappropriate!"
"Nothing wrong!"
Song Yan said again: "You must also know my relationship with the military. It is very bad. No matter how great my contribution is, the military will not reward me too much. Maybe it will be in vain in the end. Rather than doing this, it is better to If you share the credit with everyone, you will gain a favor from everyone!"
Lei Jiuming nodded in agreement: "That's true, but you are too smart, so just do what you say! However, I will explain this matter to everyone and let them remember you. A love!"
"That's not necessary!" Song Yan waved his hand again: "Everyone is not stupid. When the credit comes, they must understand in their hearts that it is not beautiful if it is said openly!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Lei Jiuming said with a smile.
After sitting for a while, Song Yan said goodbye and left. Lei Jiuming did not persuade him to stay because he had to write a new battle report.
Song Yan just returned to his small courtyard and found that there was an extra person in the courtyard, it was Nangong Wuliang.
Nangong Wuliang was also a witness to this war. After seeing Song Yan's extremely powerful formation methods, he was deeply shocked. Originally, he was a little dismissive of Song Yan, but now, he is facing Song Yan. Yan felt a kind of pressure.
"What are you doing here?"
Song Yan glanced at Nangong Wuliang lightly and asked.
That faint glance made Nangong Wuliang very angry, and he said coldly: "Jue Wuxue is my fiancée, but she is very close to you."
"So?" Song Yan responded casually.
"I want to duel with you. The loser will never get close to Jue Wuxue!" Nangong Wuliang suddenly stood up and stared at Song Yan, his eyes burning with a boiling fighting spirit. After seeing Song Yan's formation methods, , his confidence was greatly affected.
In order to eliminate this influence, he must be completely defeated in some way, otherwise, he will have to live with this influence in the future. Therefore, he deliberately used Jue Wuxue's incident to challenge Song Yan.
As for whether he would lose Jue Wuxue, he didn't care at all. With his status and martial arts skills, no woman could get her.
"Please come back!"
Song Yan waved his hand.
"Are you afraid?" Nangong Wuliang stepped forward, his fighting spirit even more intense.
Song Yan smiled and shook his head: "No, you are not worthy. I only killed ten martial saints during the day. I really have no interest in an opponent like you..."
"What?"
After hearing Song Yan's words, most of Nangong Wuliang's boiling fighting spirit was extinguished, and his face turned livid.
"If you don't leave yet, do you want me to keep you for dinner?" Song Yan urged impatiently.
Hearing this sentence, Nangong Wuliang's chest rose and fell sharply, and he said angrily: "You can kill the Martial Saint of the Bull Demon Tribe only with the formation. Without the formation, you are nothing!"
"So what about the formation? Isn't that my ability?" Song Yan smiled, and then a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: "If you fall into my formation, you won't survive more than three breaths!"
"… you… !"
Nangong Wuliang was extremely angry, but he was speechless.
"What? You're not convinced. If you have the guts, go and take a walk in my formation. If you can hold on for three breaths, I will automatically admit defeat!" Song Yan said playfully.
Hearing this sentence, Nangong Wuliang was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He waved his hands and walked away. He was really worried that if he stayed here for a while longer, he would really vomit blood.
"Brother Huang, this person is so annoying!"
At this moment, Ning Ling came over: "Hehe, but this guy is so angry with you, look at him, his face is almost turning green!"
Nangong Wuliang, who had just walked to the door, staggered and almost fell when he heard Ning Ling's finishing blow.
Song Yan glared at Ning Ling angrily: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Mr. Nangong is angry because he has practiced a special technique, and his face turned that color."
"I train you, uncle! A couple of bitches!"
After hearing Song Yan's words, Nangong Wuliang cursed in his heart and accelerated his steps...
"Giggle!"
Looking at Nangong Wuliang who was running away, Ning Ling let out a string of laughter like silver bells. Then, a look of admiration appeared in her eyes: "Brother Huang, people in the entire Blood River City are spreading the news now. It is said that you defeated the powerful bull demon clan by yourself, is this true?"
"What do you think?" Song Yan said with a smile.
"It must be true!" Ning Ling nodded heavily: "In my heart, Brother Huang is the most powerful!"
"You little girl, you are getting better and better at flattering her!" Song Yan said angrily, but he was also quite happy to see Ning Ling gradually get over the influence of Ning Mo's death.
Author's digression: Second update (to be continued)