Prajna Subdues Prajna

"Are you afraid?"

With Charles's experience, it was hard for him to understand how such a steel behemoth operated. In his worldview, a landship was a gigantic beast akin to a demonic dragon, while the firearms in the Mexican soldiers' hands were merely bows and crossbows.

It was not as if they had never faced enemies like this before—the warriors of God feared nothing!

"Me? Afraid? What a joke!"

Orhan, riding atop a Clawed Dragon, gave a cold snort but did not argue. In his eyes, these soldiers under His Majesty the Emperor were simply a pack of fanatical bumpkins, mistaking ignorance for fearlessness.

"Quick, fire on the Texans!"

Aboard the landship, the Great Dictator had lost his former composure. He shouted himself hoarse as he ordered the British advisers to open fire.

By his many years of command experience, the situation had already become quite dire.

If the enemy had only been a demonic dragon, it would have been fine to let the soldiers scatter. It might even reduce casualties, and they could regroup afterward. After all, in this wilderness, anyone with half a brain would not become a deserter.

But now the Texans' cavalry had arrived. If he allowed the new army soldiers to scatter and flee at a time like this, once their cavalry charged in, the situation would turn into a massacre.

This was the foundation of his rule. In his mind, even if they gained nothing from this battle, as long as the main force of the new army remained intact, he could still greatly embellish their achievements after returning home, and no one would dare challenge him.

An adviser leaning out of the landship with binoculars called back, "Mr. President, the enemy has not yet entered our range. If we fire now, we will