In truth, even though Huai Shi had won the argument, he did not actually dare demand a ninety-one split.
On one hand, he was afraid the old man might hammer him to death in a fit of rage. On the other, he simply did not have the nerve to take that much.
Indeed, once they carefully took stock after the battle, everyone had to acknowledge Huai Shi's contributions and his many standout moments at critical junctures.
But while those contributions were certainly not small, they could not truly be called great either.
Throughout the war, it had been the Solano Defense Line that truly withstood Demon Mountain's offensive; the towers and garrisons of the First, Second, and Third Echelons that held back the countless Hell Swarms; and Richard and the Lord of Skins who had faced the Grand Duke Demon Mountain.
Huai Shi had certainly claimed a whole heap of kills, but those cannon fodder enemies could have been handled by someone else. They might have done far worse than him, but they still could have completed the strategic mission assigned to the Tower of Glory.
As a soldier and a tool, completing the mission was enough.
Any extra surprises were merely icing on the cake.
The American Lineage had prepared for this victory for so long. Even with the First and Second Defense Lines under pressure, they had still squeezed out so much support for Solano. Even the Feathered Serpent stationed at the First Defense Line had personally come here to lie in wait.
And the First and Second Defense Lines, which had borne the greatest pressure, were still fighting.
In places both seen and unseen, enormous investments had been made.
From beginning to end, Huai Shi knew that he had only played a supporting role. The main risks