The tree was about two hundred meters away from the dining hall at the martial practice field, offering a wide field of vision that clearly captured the comings and goings of people.
This tree was very thick, with a diameter of about fifty centimeters, and full of lush branches and leaves, housing three bird nests.
Feng Jun wormed his way into the dead branches very carefully, not even disturbing the birds in the nests. Although he had already buried the explosives, if possible, he wouldn't mind taking a couple of shots at the enemy first.
After picking a good spot, he held his breath and focused, even squinting his eyes. Some experts had an extremely strong sense of perception and could even feel someone else's gaze. He did not want to inadvertently alert the enemy.
