Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Patrick looked at the tracks of the tank and began to think about how it moved. He had seen wheels before, so why could this long thing make the car move?

In the training area, the crew demonstrated a series of tactical actions such as turning around on the spot, charging uphill, escaping from trouble in the mud, and bombarding while traveling. As an ace crew, all members of the crew completed the tactical actions with speed and seamless coordination. Even Yuchi Baoqi found it very enjoyable.

Patrick asked to see what the inside looked like, but Yuchi Baoqi didn't care. You can't make this thing even if I give you a complete set of blueprints, so just look at it.

Patrick was surprised to find a six-man crew climbing out of the top of the tank. He tried to climb onto the track armor of the tank and peered inside.

It's a very cramped space, but it's well organized inside. Everyone's combat positions are clearly divided. There are 125mm large-caliber smoothbore artillery shells neatly arranged on the ammunition rack.

After looking at the internal structure, Patrick jumped down from the tracked armor. The dizziness in his head after being shocked made him unsteady and staggered a few steps.

Justinian pointed to the top of the tank: "If a death squad is formed to approach the tank and open the top cover of the tank, is there any chance?"

Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "Of course there is a chance, if the tank crew forgets to lock the top cover."

Patrick pointed to a small hole on the side of the turret: "You see it's dark here, right? You can see a gun inside. It's difficult for the suicide squad to get close. There's a bigger one on the other side."

Yuchi Baoqi stretched out: "Tanks alone are not necessarily incapable of getting close. After the infantry and tanks are coordinated, it is really impossible to get close. The infantry will eliminate potential enemy infantry threats, and the tanks will provide cover for the infantry. Fight together."

After looking at the tanks, Yuchi Baoqi took people to the hangar. Patrick looked at the aircraft being dragged out by the tractor from the hangar and murmured.

"Is this...is this a big bird? Can you really...really be able to summon a big bird?"

Yuchi Baoqi and some crew members who understood Patrick's words began to laugh. Yuchi Baoqi patted Patrick on the shoulder.

"This is an airplane, an artifact."

Immediately afterwards, Patrick saw the cockpit cover of the aircraft being opened. The pilot, dressed neatly, climbed into the cockpit and began to wait for ground staff and maintenance to inspect the aircraft.

The very tedious inspection was carried out in an orderly manner, and soon the pilot received permission to take off. The roar of the aircraft engine was sharper than that of the tank, after all, the speed was faster.

As the aircraft taxied out, the nose began to tilt up, the flaps were retracted, and the bomber took off smoothly, hovering and maneuvering in the air.

Patrick and Justinian raised their heads and looked at the planes "dancing" in the sky. Even the dazzling afternoon sunlight could not make them look away.

Yuchi Baoqi took out two pairs of sunglasses from his arms (space), one for his father and the other for himself, watching the plane make various exaggerated maneuvers in the sky.

Yuchi Jingde was still explaining to Yuchi Baoqi: "This is a barrel roll, which is very exciting. This time it is from left to right, and there is another time from right to left."

Yuchi Baoqi was stunned: "Dad, you have a good reputation. You have watched the aircraft maneuvering performances frequently!"

Yuchi Jingde snorted coldly: "Your dear brother tricked me into getting on the plane to experience it. He told the pilot, 'General, you must behave well when flying on your plane.' The pilot did all the maneuvers he knew in his life. Once again.”

Yuchi Baoqi swallowed: "Well, you didn't vomit?"

Yuchi Jingde shrugged: "I didn't vomit on the spot. I vomited when I landed on the ground. I was afraid of affecting the pilot. If you don't vomit, you'll be over after a while. If you can't come back, you'll pout."

Yuchi Baoqi couldn't hold back his laughter, and burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha, by the way, here's the big brother, I haven't seen him before in the camp."

Yuchi Jingde slapped his thigh: "It's broken! I forgot to let it out when I was in the dark room!"

When Yuchi Baoqi heard that his eldest brother, who had been beaten for him every day when he was a child, had been locked up in a small dark room and had been forgotten to be released, he quickly pushed his father to find him.

Justinian was sore from lifting his neck that he could not stand it anymore. He lowered his head and saw that Yuchi Baoqi and Yuchi Jingde were gone, and he pushed Patrick aside.

"They...are so trustworthy about us?"

Patrick looked at the planes parked on the side of the airport runway: "If we can build one, there are thousands of them. We cannot compete with such combat power, military power, and national power. Haha. Let alone compete, just look directly at them. You might get stabbed at a glance, so go back."

Justinian nodded: "Didn't you say that there are still military and political treaties that need to be discussed?"

Patrick stepped forward and walked: "It doesn't matter anymore. This is the punishment Charlemagne's Empire deserves. What's important is how long will it take for us to keep up with the Tang Empire? Fifty years, one hundred years, here. The gap made me feel hopeless and helpless.”

The two of them were walking like this, in the camp of the enemy's Tianwei Army. No soldiers from the Tianwei Army came to question, threaten or intimidate them. Patrick thought this was the absolute confidence and pride of the Tianwei Army.

and disdain for Charlemagne’s empire.

Yuchi Baoqi sent a messenger and found the two of them: "The Governor asked me to tell you that today's reception was not good enough. Please also gather at the negotiation table on time tomorrow and discuss the next treaty."

Justinian looked at the backs of the messengers leaving and murmured: "Even their soldiers will say what we say, the Tianwei Army... is terrifyingly strong."

The two of them led a team of thousands of people to register at the gate of the camp and were about to leave. A soldier handed Justinian the unfinished meal he had eaten for lunch.

After registration, the thousand-man escort also took back the flintlocks and bullets they had stored at the gate of the Tianwei Army's barracks. The weapons logistics support team of the Tianwei Army even oiled and maintained their flintlocks. Ichiban.

Back in the palace in Coventry, Justinian and Patrick walked into the dim palace. Emperor William just sat motionless on the throne, not even lighting the oil lamps and candles.

"Did they agree to a truce and leave the Empire's territory?"

Before Justinian could speak, Patrick said loudly: "My ministers and the envoy Lord Justinian have signed a treaty with the Tianwei Army, and I would like to ask the emperor to see it."

Patrick ordered the Guards to light the candles and oil lamps in the palace, and took two steps forward to hand over the signed Treaty of Coventry to Emperor William.

"Don't read it. Patrick, please read it to me and listen to it."