Texas had not expanded in recent years. In its past border conflicts, it had mostly pursued a strategy of keeping a low profile.
The nation of werewolves sounded intimidating enough to deter many people with ulterior motives, but it had also cut off Texas's potential for growth.
Without immigrants, there were no European technical specialists. Even though they knew precious mineral deposits that formed the foundation of a strong nation lay underground, they could neither put them to use nor dare to develop them on a large scale.
Many Texan merchants had to disguise themselves as ordinary people and fly the flags of Mexico or the North American Colonies before they could transport their goods abroad. The few bold foreign merchants who came often forced down their purchase prices as well.
If Texas had not finally established some initial trust with several major merchants in recent years, much of its agricultural produce would have been left to rot in the fields.
Lothar had barely returned in triumph and settled down for a breath of rest when he received news—the Mexican army had crossed the border and declared war on Texas without warning.
In the Hall of Wolves at Wolfsborg, Texas's upper echelon gathered together.
Although they had just defeated the English, their losses had been far from light, and those losses had all been core members.
Seeing the grave atmosphere, Lothar spoke first. "The Mexicans making a move was already within our expectations. In my view, they pose no real threat to us. On the contrary, this is an opportunity."
"Mr. Lothar, the Mexicans must not be underestimated either. The new army formed by their great dictator, Porfirio, is superbly equipped, and its combat strength is far beyond that of colonial militias. Moreover, Mexico is a deeply traditional Catholic country.