"Can you drive a tank?" Zhao Ling asked Wei Tianyang.
He nodded. His three years of military training had enabled him to master the driving skills of most heavy equipment, from jeeps to large transport planes; he could operate them all.
The tank was no exception.
"I don't know what model this tank is, I've only seen it a couple of times two months ago. I hope you really can get it started," Fujiwara Makoto still had some concerns.
"As long as the tank you created with Illusion Creation isn't missing anything, there won't be a problem," Zhao Ling said.
As she spoke, she propped her left hand on the inclined armor plate, gently jumped up, and stepped onto the side skirts to get on the turret.
"This is an M5 main battle tank, bought from the Sethiyan Federation by Libitelli. I can drive it. Just sit behind me where the ammo handler sits."
As Wei Tianyang spoke, he too jumped onto the angled armor and opened the driver's hatch.
