Zachary Taylor did not like his vice president either. The man was far too self-righteous and looked down far too much on the great European powers. Zachary Taylor was different—he had taken part in the war to invade Mexico and had faced the Austrian army firsthand.
Though it had only been a brief encounter, he knew that it was an existence he could never defeat, even if he gave it everything he had.
In his early years, Zachary Taylor had also fought against New France's (Texas's) Colonial Army. French infantry had chased down American cavalry, while American infantry had been chased down by French cavalry.
Those two crushing defeats had left Zachary Taylor with an enormous psychological scar—the despair born of being unable to win.
Millard Fillmore, however, was a devout believer in manifest destiny. In his eyes, not only should the West belong to the United States; even farther west, Hawaii, Japan, and Joseon ought to belong to the United States as well.
In short, Zachary Taylor was so furious that his stomach hurt.
"If you like fighting so much, then go fight yourself!"
Zachary Taylor shot back casually. He never imagined the other man would actually take it seriously.
Millard Fillmore found the pirate William Walker. The latter had been looking to wash his hands clean and come ashore, so the two hit it off at once.
The William Walker of history had been labeled an adventurer, but most of what he did had little to do with adventure. He was more like a seventeenth-century pirate.
William Walker had once attempted to conquer Central America and had even briefly become the head of a nation, but he ultimately suffered defeat and died.
Not long after Spain recovered New Granada, Franz was successively crowned Archduke of Moldavia and Archduke