Peach Fortune Ring

today.

Song Yan's battalion of thousands of men was breached by the enemy, but Song Yan led his battalion of hundreds of men to block the opponent's onslaught and killed more than 300 enemies.

Therefore, after the war, Song Yan himself received a reward of one thousand Hongmeng spar, and each of his subordinates also received ten Hongmeng spar. In the end, Song Yan distributed more than 500 Hongmeng spar to his subordinates.

This further enhanced his prestige.

The next day.

The war started again.

Today, the Qianfu Camp where Song Yan and the others are located is not at the forefront, but at the position of making soy sauce.

Therefore, by the end of the battle, Song Yan and the others did not encounter many enemies.

Four days have passed, and there are still six days left!

The faces of Meng Ling, Cheng Xie and other hosts all showed anxiety.

"You must find a way to be able to act independently!"

Song Yan made a decision.

So, that night, Song Yan quietly went to meet the commander-in-chief.

"What? You want to go it alone?"

The commander looked at Song Yan in surprise.

"Also ask the commander-in-chief to make it perfect!" While speaking, Song Yan handed over the remaining thousand primordial crystals on his body.

The commander did not pick up his Hongmeng spar, but said: "Song Yan, you have to know that the battlefield is no joke, and this is a big battle with more than 100 million people. What can you do with more than 100 people? So, you If you act alone, you will probably just die!"

"Also ask the Commander-in-Chief to be perfect!"

Song Yan said stubbornly.

Immediately, the commander's face turned cold: "Since you want to seek death, I will grant you. Tomorrow, you can act alone. Also, take out this spar of yours!"

"Thank you Commander!"

Song Yan was overjoyed.

But at this moment, there was another uproar, Song Yan and the commander released their consciousness at the same time, and soon found out the truth, another commander was stabbed to death in the camp.

"Bastard!"

The commander-in-chief was furious, slapped the table, and said to Song Yan: "You go back to the tent first, I'll go and have a look."

But not long after Song Yan returned to the tent, a large group of soldiers came to his tent.

"It's the commander he killed, take it down!"

One person shouted.

Then this group of soldiers rushed towards Song Yan's tent.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The formation was radiant and violent, and all the soldiers were bounced away.

"What?"

The commander came and yelled at the soldiers.

"My lord, that person in the camp is the murderer who killed our lord!"

A soldier shouted angrily.

"The commander-in-chief Mingjian, it's not me!"

Song Yan walked out of the tent, bowed to the commander, and then said, but his heart was quite gloomy, someone framed him.

"I saw it with my own eyes, so you can't argue!"

The soldier gritted his teeth.

"When your lord was assassinated, Song Yan was talking in my tent, so he wasn't the assassin!" the commander said in a deep voice.

"But the appearance and aura of that name at the moment are exactly the same as him!"

The soldier was unwilling.

The commander said angrily: "Stupid, the breath and appearance can be imitated, since the assassin can kill the commander, how can he be seen by a small soldier like you!"

[Author's Digression]: One more

Chapter 19 The Third Mission

The soldier was very unwilling, but Song Yan had to testify against the captain, so he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Simultaneously.

Mr. Wan appeared again.

Two thousand commanders died, which made him very angry.

Even with the chief of the thousand as the guarantor, the chief of the Wan still looked at Song Yan with scrutiny. The strength of the chief of the thousand had reached the peak of the realm of creation, and even Song Yan was not absolutely sure of the match.

Moreover, he must not do anything.

Because this is in the army, and at the same time, there are many masters in the army who have surpassed the realm of creation.

The feeling of being suspected is not good, and the feeling of being framed is even more uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the chief commander tried his best to protect him, and the commander Wan did not make things difficult for him.

After Mr. Wan left.

Song Yan summoned Meng Ling and others.

"What do you think about this matter?"

Song Yan looked around and said, he really wanted to use the supernatural power of "magic" to test them, but he couldn't try it. Who knows if these hosts have special supernatural powers or items that can resist "magic".

"Will it be Jiang Fan?"

Chengxie thoughtfully said.