Daqin: Qin Shihuang can hear my heart

After all, the slowness of the tanks did not allow the Xiongnu to take the initiative to attack, but instead concealed more concealed.

The minister off-screen believed that it was impossible for the Xiongnu to fail to see the arrival of the tanks. Judging from the footage taken by the drone from a high altitude, their scouts were on guard, and they had already seen black objects coming towards them.

Maybe they were at a loss when they saw such a black thing, or maybe they didn't dare to act rashly before they figured out what the black thing was. What's more, maybe they thought of the thunder from the sky just now, and felt sorry for them.

In any case, the slow-moving temptation did not bring any substantial results, but instead made the Huns more vigilant.

Soon, the tank approached the mountain. From the screen, it was seen that the tank and the Xiongnu were separated by a few hills. Perhaps the Huns also knew about the arrival of the black object, and some generals were discussing something, but in the end they did not take any action.

"Li Zhao, are the tanks ready to enter the area where the Huns are?" Fusu's heart was tense, and he never took his eyes off the screen. Seeing the tanks slowly approaching the mountain, it seemed that there was a tendency to climb the mountain.

"Of course!" Li Zhao didn't explain too much, as if he was planning something in his heart.

"This hill is uneven and undulating, can tanks really go in?" Fusu didn't quite believe it.

No wonder he didn't believe it. Presumably many people didn't believe it. In fact, they didn't understand the tank's walking ability.Or maybe they don't care about the path the tanks took from the Great Wall to this place, otherwise they wouldn't ask this question.

Meng Tian said: "Young Master, Tian saw just now that tanks can climb mountains, and they are quite stable."

"So, tanks can bypass the Huns?"

"It must be so."

Fu Su nodded, he did not doubt the authenticity of Meng Tian's words, and sure enough, the tank started to climb the mountain.

It is no more than a carriage, it needs to be walked on a flat road, I saw it driving towards the high place, climbing the mountain smoothly, and then going downhill smoothly, so that there is no possibility of rolling over.

In this way, one low hill after another was conquered, getting closer and closer to the Huns.

"It must be fine to fire here!" Fusu suggested.

This place is only a hundred steps away from the Xiongnu, and they have already stepped into the attack range of the killer. If they move forward, they may be deeply imprisoned.

But the tank didn't intend to fire. It was still crawling up and down. The distance between the two sides was closer, and they must be able to see each other.

Fusu's eyeballs bulged when he saw it, and he almost burst into galls with fright.

He had never seen such a method of fighting, he went deep into the enemy's line without any scruples, and did not show his weapon. This is the rhythm of courting death. If the Huns reacted, they might wipe out all the tanks.

"Li Zhao, quickly let the tank fire and retreat, otherwise the tank will be destroyed." He couldn't care less and shouted loudly.

Li Zhao didn't want to argue with him, so he said seriously: "The tank won't be destroyed, you just watch it quietly, don't be caught by emotions."

The emperor also scolded his son, "Fusu, don't make mistakes, you have to trust the ability of the tank."

"But." Fusu didn't continue, pointing at the screen and looking at his father aggrievedly.

Ying Zheng shook his head, thinking that his son's stubborn temper could not be worn away after several years of military service in the north, and said, "But what, the Huns have already moved, just look at it."

Fusu turned his back to the screen, unaware that the Xiongnu moved within a few breaths.

Looking back at first glance, sure enough, the Xiongnu moved, not because they attacked in groups, but because the weapons in their hands moved.

Machine guns, grenades, and anti-aircraft guns were all aimed at the tanks.

The battle of few to many is imminent.