Chapter 1794: Landing on the ground

After hearing the words of Tang Zhen, the chief commander knew that the other party would never let the Trojans.
The fact is also true. From the perspective of the general commander, if the monk in the city is a loser, he will never give the other party a chance to make a comeback.
If you raise a tiger, you will have endless troubles!
Tang Zhen is obviously a class with him. In this case, the commander is completely dead.
"So, then, Lord Tang Zhen, is it necessary to take my head and use it as a spoils for your display?"
When the chief commander spoke, he looked at Tang Zhen intently, and his eyes still looked proud.
Even though he was a defeated player at this time, as a major player who once destroyed a theater in the city, he still qualified to face Tang Zhen in the attitude of the winner.
Among the fighters, the most important thing is this kind of victory and defeat, because he also stepped on the enemy in front of him.
With this battle, it will die without regrets.
Tang Zhen nodded: "You are right, but I don't want you to die so easily, it would be too cheap for you."
I want you to apologize to the monks who died in the city. If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. This is not something you can solve by dying.

After hearing the words of Tang Zhen, the chief commander sneered and said in disdain: "Maybe I can't control the outcome of a war, but I can decide my own destiny. If I want to die, you think you can Can you stop?"
I want him to apologize to the enemy, it is absolutely idiotic.
"Yes, then you are going to die, let me see?"
Tang Zhen looked at the general commander intently, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, it seemed to be like a clown.
"Do you really think that I can't see that you have taken poison, and I spend time with me, but I am waiting for the death?"
I can tell you that even if you are dead, I can still detain your soul. When I let you die, you can give me a ghost!

"Ha ha ha..."
A smirk came, the chief commander had blood flowing out of his eyes and mouth, and he raised his hand to refer to Tang Zhen.
"In this case, I would like to learn from the methods of Lord Tang Zhen to see if you can really take me back from the hands of death."
As soon as the voice fell, the commander fell to the ground and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness on his face.
With his understanding of the Loucheng monks, Tang Zhen can say this since he is afraid that it can be done.
It’s just unwilling, but it’s also awkward.
Looking at the body of the ground, Tang Zhen smiled coldly.
"Do not worry, I have always said it, I believe that it will not take long, we will meet again."
As soon as the voice fell, he waved his hand at the ground, and the body of the commander received the soul space.
In that special place, the soul of the chief commander cannot be dissipated, and he can't run without wanting to run.
It’s just that when he is not resurrecting him, Tang Zhen will pursue the victory and attack the ground of the capital star directly.
Breaking the command of the Tropoder, it means that the opponent's defensive line has been completely broken, and the defeat is already doomed.
The next thing Tang Zhen has to do is to detonate this command ship and let those Tropo people know that their general trend has gone.
After informing the surrounding monks that they were immediately evacuated, Tang Zhen appeared outside the commanding warship.
Under his orders, the ten war-fighting cities once again launched a fire attack, and the target was the command ship that was completely emptied.
Under the watchful eyes of the Loucheng monks and the Tejobo people, ten beams of light sprang out and bombarded on the command ship.
This is not a knife for killing chickens, but a ritual that announces the official beginning of the fall of the Tropo.
In the violent explosion, the service time was more than three hundred years, and the commanding warship that had made the heroic work was completely turned into dust.
The special wave of people who witnessed this scene felt their faith and persistence and collapsed at this moment.
This war has completely failed, and their persistence has no meaning. Waiting for them is either death or shackles and cannot escape all day long.
The defeat of the soldiers, the Tropo people fell into a state of collapse, some warships began to flee, and really do not want to waste their lives in this war that has no meaning.
The monks in the Loucheng City were in a state of momentum, and began to roll down one-sidedly. The Trojan warships in those melees were smashed in succession.
In the vast space, there are all kinds of specialties that have opened up the survival equipment and fled.
However, in front of the Loucheng monks, they simply cannot have the opportunity to escape. When they choose to flee, it means the end of their lives.
After the killing lasted for three hours, the last person of the Tropo was killed, and then the monks in the city regrouped and smashed to the ground of the capital.
In addition to the ten war floors, after the killing, the remaining tens of thousands of private warships, as well as the captives of the Tropo ship, are also in the ranks of ground attack.
The masters of the city were all dispatched. They flew in the sky and looked around. There was almost no gap, and the black pressure rushed to the ground.
Near-space defense weapons and ground-based air defense systems were launched at the same time, trying to intercept the adventurous building city monks, but these locations have long been included in the attack list.
Together with the firepower of the space defense system and the ground-based air defense weapons, it is absolutely impossible to be a ten-story war building city and an opponent of nearly 100,000 warships.
After only one round of attacks, these defensive weapons were all dumb, and the planet was full of ruins.
Immediately afterwards, the monks in the Loucheng went straight to the location where these attacking weapons were located, clearing the Tropoders who defended the ground.
On the planet of the moment, all the Tropo people are looking up at the sky, and their expressions are full of fear and despair.
Everyone has witnessed the fierce battle in outer space. It is also clear that the Tropo, which once dominated the entire galaxy and invaded many planes, has now been completely defeated.
They have enjoyed countless joys of victory, but now they have finally realized the pain of defeat. This kind of taste makes them feel like a knife, but they can't help it.
Even the powerful Tropo fleet has been defeated. What other means do they have to fight against these fiercely sinister monks?
Quietly waiting for death to come, perhaps their only choice.
The distance between the sky and the ground seems to be very far away. The Tejobo people hope that the monks in the city will never land, but in a flash, the other party has already appeared on the top of the head.
The ground guards, who had long waited for a long time, and the low-ethnic mercenaries recruited by the Tropoders immediately attacked the monks in the city.
Regardless of whether they are opponents of the Loucheng monks, but at this moment, they have no choice.
Even if they avoid it, the Loucheng monks will never let them go.
To blame, we can only blame them for belonging to the camp of Tetrabo. The two sides are endless, and surrender alone cannot solve any problems.
At this moment, the capital of the capital is full of wars and smoke, and countless buildings collapsed during the battle. The once picturesque capital of the capital, at this moment, is like a flame of hell, there is no place for peace.
War is the ruthless meat grinder that devours life. When it appears, regardless of the age of men, women and children, as long as it is within the scope of its ravages, there is very little chance of fleeing.
This is a catastrophe that the Trojans cannot avoid. The difference is that they used to bring to others, but now they will suffer this despair and pain.