In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

On the dim yellow ground, three tracks made by the tracks stretched for hundreds of miles.

The billowing black smoke column resembles the smoke used to warn nomads in ancient times.

This is a land cruiser purchased by Mexico from the United Kingdom. This small land cruiser can carry a small number of crew members and has limited artillery. However, it has anti-magic armor, main guns, and secondary guns, so its combat effectiveness will not be much weaker.

When the British sell arms to foreign countries, they generally seldom carry out technical emasculation. After all, they still have to compete with France, Germany, and even small countries like Sweden and Belgium for the arms market.

In addition, the complex gears and pipes of the land speeding ship require British technicians to maintain, and fuel and artillery shells also need to be imported from the UK. The British have no worries that Mexico will one day use the land speeding ship to deal with them.

In the middlemost land cruiser, the great dictator was looking through the porthole at the desolate scene outside.

The old general walked humbly to him, bowed down, and whispered: "Your Excellency, the French hope to buy any one of the three land cruisers in our hands."

"Is today April Fool's Day?"

Porfirio frowned and said impatiently: "Or are those self-righteous French guys' heads full of shit and they don't even have the ability to think normally?"

"Landships are not guns and artillery. They will be scrapped if they are scrapped. Such a big target, those British technicians and instructors keep an eye on it every day, how can we hand it over to them? Without those British guys, our soldiers Can't even drive this thing.

Even if the French can settle all this, I'm afraid they will be stopped by the British fleet before they leave the port of Velacruz, and then sent to the bottom of the sea with one shot. "

He said, looking back at his beloved general: "General Gonzalez, I hope you will put down your military duties and come to my ship during your busy schedule, not just to tell me such a joke. of."

Gonzalez was robbed by Porfirio, but he was not annoyed. He just stepped forward, grabbed Porfirio's hand, and made a gesture: "They give this number."

Porfirio swallowed hard: "These French people are really...

Full of sincerity. "

"But again, it's impossible to sell the landspeeder to them."

Mr. President was obviously moved. He thought for a while and then said: "Anyway, the French also want the technology in the land cruiser. So, you tell the French envoy that I will allow them to send technical personnel while the British technicians are resting." They even come to visit and even disguise themselves as my personal guards to participate in learning how to drive and maintain the technology of the Huleas. How much they can do depends on the price they offer. "

General Gonzalez nodded slightly: "I understand, I will convey your will to the French envoy later."

"Um."

Thinking that he would soon receive a large amount of wealth, Porfirio couldn't help but put a smile on his face again.

With this money, he could arm his "rural patrol" and greatly strengthen his personal authority. He was originally a liberal, but he soon realized that only despotism and power can make Mexico developed.

He walked out of the cabin and onto the deck.

Behind them are three long and narrow track marks, as well as the mighty army holding the Eagle and Snake flag high, and the smoke and dust stirred up are like a dim sky following behind.

"Gonzalez, you should remember that I have been to Texas before."

Porfirio held on to the railings of the land speeding ship, looking high-spirited. A behemoth like a land speeding ship was a perfect match for the desert.

"Yes, Mr. President."

Gonzalez was once the housekeeper of Porfirio's estate in Oaxaca. Like him, he was a Hispanic with Indian ancestry.

"At that time, I was a fugitive living here with two guards around me. I was almost swallowed by a hyena, but a Texas cowboy saved my life."

That was when he launched an armed rebellion against former President Leerdo and was forced into exile after a failure.

Gonzalez whispered, "It's God's will. Even if that cowboy isn't there, someone else will show up."

"Oh."

Porfirio smiled. He knew very well that Texas was not a magical cave, and the person who saved his life was a wolf youth. Unfortunately, this time they were about to meet with swords.

"The last time I came, I was a down-and-out fugitive. This time, I came with thousands of troops, in the name of a conqueror, as the Napoleon of the Western Hemisphere."

Gonzalez hurriedly complimented: "Your great achievements, not even Napoleon can compare with you."

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Compared to the high-spirited president, the middle-level officers riding on horses or caravans, there are also the knights who form their own team and are distinct from ordinary soldiers.

The Mexican soldiers at the bottom, who were traveling on only two legs under the scorching sun, had some complaints.

They walked with heavy steps, and under the urging and scolding of the officers, they walked out of the sparse and scattered formation.

The officer yelled loudly: "Cheer up, Mr. President promised! When we break through the Texan towns, all the prisoners will be sold into indentured servants, and their farms will be distributed to the meritorious officials of this battle."

Most of the Chinnus were white people from Europe, some were exiled criminals, and some were debt slaves who were unable to repay their debts and could only sell themselves.

More of them are famine refugees. For example, there is famine in a certain place in Europe. The locals can't survive. They want to escape to the new world where "gold is everywhere", but they can't afford the cost of the boat ticket, so they can only sign a contract to sell themselves.

Or they are simply abducted. There are many European human traffickers. Some of them even collude with local unscrupulous nobles. In disaster years, the nobles not only don't have to provide relief to the victims, but can also make a lot of money by selling the victims to human traffickers.

In the slave market, the price of white indentured slaves is much lower than that of black slaves. This is the same as the market in the Middle Ages. In the Middle Ages, only the great nobles could afford black slaves, and they were all castrated by Saracens and could not be bred.

In this era, the number of black slaves has increased, and the price is still higher than that of white slaves. The reason is that white indentured slaves are generally not lifelong, and they need to be given freedom after serving for a certain number of years.

Moreover, white slaves have a stronger sense of resistance, and they are not as hardworking as black slaves who have been bred and selected. They cannot be oppressed as unscrupulously as black slaves, and may also cause protests from their mother countries.

In some remote areas, it was not so particular. The status of many white slaves was lower than that of black slaves. Slave owners often used loyal black supervisors to deal with unruly white slaves.

A joke once said that a black man in the United States swore that the ancestor of a white man enslaved him. As a result, he traced his bloodline and found that he was a mixed-race black man bred by the slave owner himself, and the white man was the indentured servant of the slave owner.

The officers scolded the soldiers, and they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts: "Those cowardly Texans, I don't know where they ran to. We are not here to occupy this wasteland this time, right?"

A Mexican soldier suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed: "Is that a giant eagle?"

In the sky, a small black dot quickly passed through the clouds and revealed its figure.

"Dragon, it's a dragon!"

"Damn it, hide quickly!"

"Three-headed dragon!"

Like an eagle preying on a flock of chickens, the already chaotic marching team of the Mexicans instantly exploded.

On the landship, Porfirio sneered in the eyes of horror: "Haha, the dragon that the British fear so much is only so small, and it can't reach the level of ancient dragons at all!"

Porfirio's calmness infected all the officers.

"Mr. President, what should we do now?"

"Please ask Bishop Michael to come. He brought a holy relic and can easily deal with a dragon."

Porfirio was fearless in the face of danger, and he looked confident. Under the big brim of his hat, he was in charge of everything. With a height of less than 1.7 meters, he really had the style of the self-proclaimed "Napoleon of America".