"Are you scared?"
With Charles's knowledge, it was hard to understand how this steel beast operated. In his worldview, the land cruiser was akin to a giant demon dragon, and the firearms in the hands of the Mexican soldiers were just crossbows.
They had faced such enemies before—the warriors of the Heavenly Lord feared nothing!
"Scared? What a joke!"
Orhan, riding on the back of a Sharp Claw Dragon, scoffed, choosing not to argue further. In his eyes, the soldiers under His Majesty the Emperor were a bunch of fanatical peasants, far inferior to the Imperial Guard he had built with his own hands.
"Quick, aim at the enemy and fire!"
Aboard the land cruiser, the great dictator was no longer as calm and collected as before. He yelled orders for the British advisors to open fire.
If the enemy were just a single demon dragon, allowing the soldiers to scatter wouldn't matter; they could regroup later. In the vast expanse, only someone without sense would become a deserter.
