He suddenly snapped awake.
With a few swift motions, he got dressed and walked out of the tent—this was his special intuition, which had saved his life countless times.
At this moment.
Outside was utterly silent.
Aside from the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind, there was no other sign of life.
However...
By the light of the nearby campfire, he could vaguely see what seemed to be a shadow moving at the edge of the minefield.
His eyes narrowed in focus—
"Give me the flashlight."
The warrior on patrol beside him quickly handed over the flashlight, and as he strode closer and turned it on—
Three small, mud-covered old men were still at the edge, blind-writing data in their notebooks by the barely visible moonlight.
The comprehensive feedback data etched in their minds formed a pattern for each of them, and now gathered together, though they dared not speak, they were already seeing the dawn.
Inwardly, they sighed in unison—
