After all, the slowness of the tanks did not allow the Huns to take the initiative, but instead lurked more secretly.
The minister outside the screen believed that it was impossible for the Huns not to see the arrival of the tanks. Judging from the footage taken by the drone from high altitude, their scouts were on guard duty and had already seen something black coming towards them.
Maybe they were at a loss when they saw such a black object, or maybe they didn't dare to act rashly before they figured out what the black object was. More importantly, maybe they thought of the divine thunder that just fell from the sky, and felt sad.
In any case, the slow-moving test did not bring any substantial effect, but made the Huns more vigilant.
Soon, the tank approached the mountain. From the screen, it was seen that the tank and the Huns were only separated by a few hills. Maybe the Huns also knew about the arrival of the black object. Some generals were discussing something, but in the end they did not make any move.
"Li Zhao, are the tanks ready to enter the area where the Huns are?" Fusu's heart was tense, and his eyes never left the screen. He saw the tank slowly approaching the mountain, as if it was climbing the mountain.
"Of course!" Li Zhao didn't explain much, but seemed to be thinking about something in his mind.
"This hill is uneven, with ups and downs. Can tanks really enter?" Fusu didn't believe it.
No wonder he didn't believe it. Many people probably didn't believe it. In fact, they didn't understand the tank's walking ability. Or maybe they didn't care about the path the tank took from the Great Wall to here, otherwise they wouldn't have asked.
Meng Tian spoke: "Sir, Tian just saw that the tank can climb mountains, and it is also quite stable."
"So, tanks can make a detour in the Huns' formation?"
"That must be the case."
Fusu nodded. He did not doubt the authenticity of Meng Tian's words. Sure enough, the tank began to climb the mountain.
It was no different than a horse-drawn carriage, which needed to be driven on a flat road. It was seen driving towards high places, climbing the mountain smoothly, and then going downhill smoothly, without any possibility of tipping over.
In this way, low hills were conquered one after another, and they were getting closer and closer to the Huns.
"I guess we can fire here!" Fusu suggested.
This place is only a hundred steps away from the Huns, and they are already within the attack range of the killing weapon. If they move forward, they may be trapped in prison.
But the tank had no intention of firing, and 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 eyes bulged when he saw it, and he almost burst out of fear.
He had never seen such a fighting method before. He went deep into the enemy's formation without any scruples and did not reveal his weapons. This was a death-defying rhythm. If the Huns reacted, all the tanks would be wiped out.
"Li Zhao, let the tank fire quickly and retreat, otherwise the tank will be destroyed." He couldn't care so much and shouted.
Li Zhao didn't want to argue with him and said seriously: "The tank will not be destroyed. Just watch it quietly and don't let your emotions lead you."
The emperor also scolded his son, "Fusu, don't make mistakes. You have to believe in the tank's capabilities."
"But..." Fusu didn't say any more, pointing at the screen and looking at his father aggrievedly.
Ying Zheng shook his head, thinking that several years of military service in the north could not erase his son's stubborn temper, and said, "But what? The Huns have already moved, just watch."
Fusu turned his back to the screen, unaware that the Xiongnu moved within a few breaths.
Looking back at first glance, sure enough, the Huns had moved, not because they were attacking in groups, but because the weapons in their hands had moved.
Machine guns, grenades, and anti-aircraft guns were all aimed at the tanks.
A battle between few and many is imminent.
