The Demon Dragon Descends

Three tracks carved by treads stretched for hundreds of miles across the dim yellow earth.

Columns of black smoke billowed upward like the wolf smoke once used by ancient peoples to warn of nomad raids.

These were landships Mexico had purchased from England. Though these smaller landships could carry only limited crew and artillery, they possessed anti-magic armor, main guns, and secondary guns. Their combat power was not much weaker.

When selling arms abroad, the English rarely crippled their technology. After all, they still had to compete with France, Germany, and even small countries like Sweden and Belgium for the arms market.

Moreover, the landships' complicated gears and pipelines required English mechanics for maintenance, while fuel and shells also had to be imported from England. The English had no fear that Mexico would one day use the landships against them.

Inside the middle landship, the Great Dictator surveyed the desolate landscape outside through the porthole.

The elderly general approached him humbly, bowed, and said in a low voice, "Mr. President, the French wish to purchase one of our three landships."

"Is today April Fool's Day?"

Porfirio frowned, sounding somewhat impatient. "Or are those self-righteous Frenchmen so full of shit that they've lost the ability to think normally?"

"Landships aren't guns or cannons that can simply be declared scrap. They're such enormous targets, and those English mechanics and instructors watch them like hawks every day. How are we supposed to hand one over to them? Without those Englishmen, our soldiers can't even operate these things."

"Even if the French can settle all that, they'll probably be intercepted by the English fleet before they even leave the port of Veracruz, then blasted straight to the bottom of the sea."

As he spoke, he turned to his trusted general. "General Gonzalez, I hope