Deep-fried Sweet Potato was about to climb a tree for a closer look when a hand from behind grabbed his collar and pulled him down into the bushes.
The college student almost face-planted into the ground, and as he glared angrily behind, he saw Old Qin, who was just cracking dirty jokes a moment ago, now lying prone with utmost seriousness, pressing down on two clueless fellows to keep their heads down.
"It's the enemy!"
In a low voice, Old Qin spoke:
"A standard marching column! They're heading towards the rear of the western direction indicated on the map earlier. If they don't change direction, they'll reach between outpost three and four on the western front in thirty minutes at most.
That's exactly where the enemy's outer defense line broke, and the moment they complete the encirclement, combined with the enemy's flanking cooperation, they could launch an annihilation battle on the protruding outposts.
I noticed it when I was looking at the map just now!
