The T3 Triceratops-class heavy interstellar assault frigates and the T4 Paladin-class heavy interstellar missile frigates slowly formed an encirclement around the Dragonkin fleet's interstellar warships.
Then, they closed the door and unleashed the dogs.
The T3 Wolverine-class heavy interstellar armored destroyer and the T4 Skeleton King-class heavy interstellar armored destroyer undertook this task. These two types of interstellar warships were like hunting dogs, 'cleaning up' all the enemy ships within the encirclement.
Among these prey, there are naturally some slightly tougher targets.
Then let the T3 Emperor-class heavy interstellar battleship and the T4 Blue-Eyes White Dragon-class heavy interstellar armored battleship take charge.
Despite the threat of these three attacks, the Second Legion of the Dragon Fleet's advance was not affected in the slightest. The dragonman fleet's interstellar warships fell into their trap and were torn to pieces.
As if a paper shredder had run over it, leaving only piles of starship wreckage.
The massacre lasted for nearly an hour.
The Dragonkin 13th Fleet and the Dragonkin 17th Fleet were completely annihilated here, except for a small number of Dragonkin interstellar warships that shut down their starship engines and surrendered.
Not a single starship escaped!
"Old sheep, do you have anything else to say?" Zhao Chen teased, looking at the distraught old man, Yang.
The old councilor's eyes were lifeless, like a soulless corpse, and he remained silent.
Those parliamentarians who had just sided with the peace talks faction now knelt down before Zhao Chen like clowns.
"My lord, it's a misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding...we were misled by this old man, we didn't want to betray the revolutionary army!" the chicken-headed orc said obsequiously.
"Yes, yes, yes! It's all because of that damned old sheep, he threatened us!"
If we do not obey him, he will send the dragonkin tribe's fleet to annihilate us and slaughter our people.
"We...we had no choice." The pig-headed leader, a councilor, knelt on the ground and tried to crawl toward Commander Zhao Chen.
But the next second, a laser gun shot hit the ground right in front of his head.
Smoke was still rising from the black hole in the floor.
The pig-headed leader of the councilors went limp.
"We know we were wrong! Chief Ted, please plead for us! We fought side by side before!"
"General Charlotte, please, spare us this time. I promise that from now on, my people and I will obey your orders."
"If you tell us to go east, we will never go west!"
For a moment, the conference room was filled with various cries and shouts.
The leaders of the parliament who had previously opposed the peace talks now launched attacks against these traitors, even throwing things at them.
Zhao Chen witnessed all of this without saying a word, as if watching a circus.
The chicken-headed councilor leader seemed to have lost control of his emotions. With red eyes, he looked at the sheep councilor who seemed to have lost his soul, pounced on him, and beat the sheep councilor while cursing.
"You stinking sheep, if it weren't for you bewitching us, how could we have ended up in this state?"
Seeing this, the others also rushed forward.
They beat up this senior figure who was originally considered a highly respected figure among the leaders of the Revolutionary Army.
"Charlotte, that old sheep isn't in good health. We don't want it to be torn apart," Zhao Chen said.
Charlotte immediately ordered the group to stop, but perhaps due to her emotional outburst, they didn't hear her and continued to beat up the old senator.
Finally, they were separated one by one only after being forcibly dragged away by the surrounding soldiers.
"Pah, you old geezer, give me two more minutes, and I'll peck you to death!" the chicken-headed council leader cursed, his mouth full of wool.
Now look at that old councilor, Yang.
Zhao Chen almost didn't recognize him.
At the start of the meeting, the venerable old councilor Yang looked quite dignified, but now... his wool had been plucked off, and even his two horns had been broken off.
His eyes were bruised and blackened; someone had punched him in the eye.
Almost every inch of its fur was intact.
He's collapsed on the ground right now, and if he doesn't get medical help, he'll probably die.
Just then, Charlotte spoke up, saying, "The latest news is that there are four other battlefields, including the two dragonflight fleets that were originally planning to attack us here."
Upon discovering the JF-17 fleet responsible for intercepting us at various locations, they immediately chose to retreat.
Only a few other minor skirmishes occurred with other tribal fleets, but fortunately, thanks to our prior planning, the losses were minimal.
Upon hearing the news, the group of parliamentary leaders cheered.
At the same time, they looked at this human lord and leader with even greater awe.
They annihilated two dragonkin fleets and directly intimidated and scared away the remaining dragonkin fleets.
It is estimated that other dragonkin fleets learned of the battle situation here and, in order to prevent such a tragic situation from happening again, chose to withdraw their troops and reconsider their strategy.
After all, even a powerful tribe like the Dragonkin only has about twenty fleets like this.
At this moment, one-tenth of it has been lost.
Who wouldn't be heartbroken?
"In this way, the crisis of our revolutionary army can be considered temporarily resolved." Chief Fox Ya said, looking at Commander Zhao Chen with her beautiful eyes.
At this moment, the commander stood up, walked slowly over, and looked down at the once highly respected old councilor, Mr. Yang.
"What else do you want to {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} say now?"
The old councilor raised his head, his dark circles barely opening as he looked at the tall man before him.
"Can you...really...defeat the Dragonkin tribe...overthrow the current Warhammer Order?"
"If I say yes, would you believe me?" Zhao Chen said with a smile.
The old councilor smiled, then closed his eyes with relief: "I was wrong, I was terribly wrong."
"My lord, I do not ask for your pardon; I only hope that you will treat my people kindly, for they are innocent."
Zhao Chen didn't say anything, he just waved his hand.
Charlotte understood what was meant and ordered her men to take the old sheep councilor away.
As for the other members of parliament, they dared not inquire at all.
When someone does something wrong, they naturally have to pay the price.
Moreover, if it weren't for the timely arrival of this man's Dragon Legion, which thwarted this conspiracy plan...
They might be the ones who die.
"Um... Lord, what are your plans regarding them and... their people?" Chief Ted looked at Commander Zhao Chen with some concern.
He was worried that Commander Zhao Chen would go on a killing spree.
"Don't worry, I'm not a killer."
"I won't touch their clansmen, as long as the investigation shows they have nothing to do with this matter," Zhao Chen said calmly.
The old councilor Yang can die, but the Yang clan behind him is one of the larger tribes among many, and Zhao Chen cannot kill them all.
Zhao Chen's gaze swept over the other leaders of the parliamentarians who had sided with the peace-loving faction: "Your crimes do not warrant your continued presence in your current positions."
Do you understand what I mean?
The leading members of parliament immediately understood and nodded repeatedly.
"We'll give up our seats as soon as we get back!"
Zhao Chen looked at Charlotte.
Charlotte walked up to these people and showed each of them a list. On the list were several names, all of whom were members of their tribe.
They were carefully selected by Zhao Chen, and Charlotte had even made private contact with them.
The meaning is already quite clear.
"Are you really going to let them go?" Midier suddenly appeared behind Zhao Chen and asked in a low voice.
Zhao Chen looked at the white-haired girl who resembled Charlotte by a large margin and felt an immediate sense of goodwill towards her.
He said in a low voice, "I only said they could live, not that they should live well."
"I happen to be short a few workers at my slaughterhouse. Let that chicken-headed man kill the chickens, and that pig-headed man slaughter the pigs..."
Midier looked at Zhao Chen with surprise, but showed no resistance to his arrangements.
Instead, he gave a thumbs up: "I think your arrangement is very good."
