Looking at the blurred scene below, the whole field of vision suddenly widened and widened, and Fusu really felt like he was walking on the clouds.

He saw that the Great Wall was so small, and saw that the peak where his father was located was only a rough outline, but he could not see a human figure, but he knew that his father was there.

It's a feeling like I've never felt before, a whole new experience. Looking down, the world is so small, and the majestic mountain peaks are as big as the palm of your hand at the moment, which is really wonderful.

"Li Zhao, that's Shangjun!" Looking back at what seemed not far from within the Great Wall, Fusu asked.

Li Zhao concentrated on driving the helicopter, his spirit was very tense, and he didn't have much care to break with him, so he responded casually: "It should be!" It looks big, but it's just a drop in the ocean compared to the whole world. ”

Fusu does not agree with this view, he has lived in Shangjun for a few years, and knows that the big county of Shangjun, as far as Daqin is concerned, also has a certain weight, and it is definitely not a drop in the ocean.

"My Great Qin is located in the center of the world, and the land of the Xiongnu, Yueshi, and Donghu is just a small barbarian state, how can they be compared to my Great Qin, they are just a Shangjun at best, how can Shangjun be a drop in the ocean?"

Li Zhaowen sneered, this is the view of the frog at the bottom of the well, of course, as far as the Great Qin people's perception of the world is concerned, how can they know that there is a sky outside the sky? Not to mention the Xiongnu, Yueshi, etc., even if they are included in the territory of Great Qin, Great Qin is still a drop in the ocean.

The world is so big that Fusu can't see it.

He currently doesn't have a world map, so he can't show it to Fusu, and even if he does, when Fusu sees the seven continents and five oceans, I'm afraid he can't accept it, so he can only answer perfunctorily: "I can only say that, the world is round, our Daqin is in the northern hemisphere, a corner of peace, and the southern hemisphere, in short, the world is very big." ”

Fusu's eyes dilated in vain, as if he had heard something incredible, but his inner limitations made him unable to accept this, and he said with some stubbornness: "Impossible, the world is dominated by my Great Qin, and small countries are attached to it, so why is it a corner of peace." ”

Li Zhao found out that he was wrong, and he was making trouble for himself, and telling him that these things were asking for his own hardships, so he simply stopped talking.

But Fusu was unyielding, holding Li Zhao and not letting go: "You say, the world is obviously flat, how can it be round?" You're lying. ”

He felt that Li Zhao had deceived him, and he felt very uncomfortable, and his temperament was stubborn, so he had to find out.

What about the northern and southern hemispheres? Li Zhao, you can't be silent, you must make it clear to Ben Gongzi today. "Fusu didn't want to give Li Zhaoan a life.

Li Zhao's hands trembled, he was afraid of being entangled like this, and if he accidentally drove out of order, he was afraid that he would be crushed, so he coped: "Childe can not believe it, but the world is round, there is nothing to blame, if you don't believe it, when the snow mountain is over, Zhao can take you to fly thousands of miles in the sky, and you can know at a glance." ”

Let's talk about it first, so as not to let him babble and affect his concentration.

Fusu was finally quiet, but he repeated: "I can't break my promise, you should do what you say." ”

This is just a small episode, Li Zhao is just a digression, after Fusu is quiet, with concentration, it is easy to fly away from the sky above Daqin and enter the hinterland of the Xiongnu.

Looking down from the air, it is spectacular and the scenery is pleasant, but the fly in the ointment is that it is full of traces of war, and the roar of artillery fire can be heard from time to time.

High in the sky, Fusu could see flashes of light underground, followed by an inaudible muffled sound. He knew that it was the sound of artillery fire, and the tanks were still chasing the remnants of the Huns.

"Li Zhao, fly low, I want to see where the remnants of the Huns go."