An accidental injury? Jiang Ling couldn't accept such an explanation, but she didn't ask any further questions. It was obvious that this worker didn't know any inside information. So she nodded slightly, patted the Sanwu style on her right hand, and asked, "Can I see it?"
It was a tracked vehicle, resembling a domestically produced amphibious vehicle Jiang Ling had seen on television before. Its overall paint scheme was a blue and white amphibious design, with a sloping windshield at the front, a square box in the middle, and a plain little side-opening door at the rear. The only difference was the upper turret had been removed and replaced with two vertical missile launch systems.
"Of course! Just consider it as compensation." The man in work clothes walked around to the side of the tank and lowered a ladder. "The entrance and exit of the cockpit are at the top, and the entrance and exit of the crew compartment are at the rear. They are all traditional designs." He climbed to the top of the tank, then struggled to pry open the round sealed hatch, stretched out his hand to Jiang Ling below, and made an inviting gesture.
Jiang Ling didn't climb up with them yet, the trauma still lingering. She first circled around the back of the tank, opened the small door, and peered inside before carefully climbing onto the roof. Through the circular hatch, she saw the various operating systems in the cab. Some she recognized, but most were unfamiliar. Well, actually, she only recognized the two pedals at the bottom and the three joysticks in front of the seat; she didn't recognize any of the other dashboards or buttons.
"What's wrong?" A head popped out from under the hatch. "Come down quickly! This old model is rare!"
"Can you drive it?" Jiang Ling hesitated. Although this big thing also had five pairs of wheels, the cab didn't match the excavator she remembered. If she couldn't drive this iron thing smoothly, wouldn't it become a mobile coffin?
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