Before dawn the next day, Cao Fei and his spotter returned to the place they had chosen yesterday. After meticulous preparation, they climbed back to the position they had crouched in the day before.
It was time to test their patience. The sun rose behind them, gradually illuminating the positions in front of them. In the morning, many soldiers of the Dahua Empire moved around in the trenches, and the observer saw several steel helmets moving back and forth.
The small pit that seemed ideal for a sniper position was just as unchanged as yesterday. Cao Fei wasn't in a hurry; he continued to crouch in place, as if he himself were a stone here.
From time to time, the sound of insects could be heard, and the distant cannons roared tirelessly. At this moment, the outskirts of Fengjiang had probably turned into a wasteland.
