[Chapter eight hundred and nineteen]
The retreat of the Dali Bull Demons was not a temporary retreat, but a complete retreat. In the afternoon of the same day, the spies received news that under the leadership of the First Prince and the Third Prince of the Bull Demons, all the Bull Demons retreated to the other side of the Blood River. Back to hell.
After learning the news, Lei Jiuming was overjoyed and ordered people to spread the news. For a while, the city of Blood River was celebrating.
This time, the powerful bull demons came with an army of 2.2 million, and the defenders of Blood River City were less than 2 million. In the end, it was the human race that won a big victory, beheading 130 heads of the bull demons before and after. More than ten thousand, it can be said that it is the biggest victory in the battle between the human race and the demon race for hundreds of years.
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 copy of the battle report that was about to be passed on to the military battalion, so that he could see it.
Song Yan took a brief look at the report, in which the eight successes of the battle belonged to him, and the remaining two successes belonged to the soldiers of the Blood River Battlefield.
After reading the battle report, Song Yan returned it to Lei Jiuming.
The other party quickly asked: “How is it?”
“Not right.” Song Yan shook his head.
Lei Jiuming’s face changed slightly, and he said solemnly: “Xiao Huang, I know that your actual contribution is greater than the battle report, but you have to be considerate of me, after all, this time my blood river city warriors are also desperate. Resist, if the credit goes to you, it will be very difficult for me to obtain appropriate pensions for those dead soldiers.”
In this war, more than 1.3 million bull demons were beheaded, but the human side also lost nearly 500,000 people.
The deceased must be paid pensions, but according to the general process, the pensions issued by the military are not much, but if the blood river city defenders have made a great contribution, Lei Jiuming will seek pensions from the military. It would be easier to say.
When Song Yan heard it, 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 think it’s too much credit, in fact, I think I should give my All the credit will be erased, and the credit will be distributed to the soldiers of Blood River City!”
“This…?” Hearing Song Yan’s words, Lei Jiuming couldn’t help but feel guilty, he actually misunderstood Song Yan.
“That’s not right!”
“There’s nothing wrong with it!”
Song Yan said again: “You must also understand my relationship with the military. It’s very bad. No matter how great my credit is, the military won’t reward me too much. Maybe it will be empty in the end. These credits are distributed to everyone, but they will gain a favor from everyone!”
Lei Jiuming nodded in agreement: “That’s true, but you’re too sophisticated, so let’s do as you say! However, I’ll explain this to everyone and let them remember you. A love!”
“It’s not necessary!” Song Yan waved his hand again: “Everyone is not stupid. When the credit is given, they must all understand in their hearts, if it is said that it is not beautiful!”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you!” Lei Jiuming laughed.
After sitting for a while, Song Yan said goodbye and left, and Lei Jiuming did not hold back, because he had to write a new battle report.
Song Yan had just returned to his small courtyard and found that there was one more person in the courtyard, it was the Nangong Wuliang.
Nangong Wuliang was also a witness of this war. After seeing Song Yan’s incomparably powerful formation method, he was deeply shocked. Originally, he was a little disdainful of Song Yan, but now, he is facing Song Yan. Yan felt a kind of pressure.
“What are you here for?”
Song Yan glanced at Nangong Boundless and asked.
That light glance made Nangong Wuliang very annoyed, and said coldly, “Jue Wuxue is my fiancee, but she is very close to you.”
“So what?” Song Yan replied 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 boiling fighting intent, when he saw Song Yan’s formation method , his confidence was greatly affected.
In order to eliminate this influence, he must be completely defeated in some way, otherwise, he will live in this influence in the future, so he deliberately used Jue Wuxue to challenge Song Yan.
As for whether he will lose Jue Wuxue, he doesn’t care about it at all. With his identity and martial arts cultivation, what kind of woman can’t get it.
“Please come back!”
Song Yan waved his hand.
“Are you afraid?” Nangong Boundless stepped forward, his fighting spirit even more vigorous.
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 you… this kind of opponent!”
“what?”
Hearing Song Yan’s words, most of Nangong Wuliang’s boiling fighting spirit suddenly extinguished, and his face became even more ashen.
“If you haven’t left yet, do you want me to keep you for dinner?” Song Yan urged impatiently.
Hearing this sentence, Nangong Wuliang’s chest heaved sharply, and he said angrily, “You can kill the Bull Demon Clan’s Martial Saint only with the formation technique. Without the formation technique, you are nothing!”
“What about the formation? Isn’t that my ability?” Song Yan smiled, and then a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: “Just like you, if you fall into my formation, you won’t survive three breaths!”
“……you……!”
Nangong Wuliang was extremely angry, but he was speechless.
“What? If you’re not convinced, if you have the guts, go to my formation. If you can hold on for three breaths, I will automatically admit defeat!” Song Yan played with his taste.
Hearing this sentence, Nangong Wuliang was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He threw his hand heavily and walked away. He was really worried that if he stayed here for a long time, 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 that his face is turning green!”
Nangong Boundless, who had just walked to the door, staggered for a while when he heard Ning Ling’s mending knife, and almost fell.
Song Yan glared at Ning Ling angrily: “Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand, Young Master Nangong is angry, that’s because he practiced a special technique, and his face turned that color.”
“I cultivate your uncle! A pair of dogs and men!”
Hearing Song Yan’s words, Nangong Boundless cursed in his heart, and his footsteps accelerated…
“Giggle!”
Seeing Nangong Boundless fleeing, Ning Ling let out a series of laughter like a silver bell, and then, a look of admiration appeared in her eyes: “Brother Huang, people in the entire Blood River City are now saying, Is it true that you defeated the Great Bull Demon Clan by yourself?”
“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 becoming more and more flattering!” Song Yan said angrily, but he was also quite happy to see Ning Ling gradually walk away from the influence of Ning Mo’s death.
