"It's a trap." Lin Yu'an's voice was not loud, but it reached every team member's ears clearly, "A psychological trap."
He pointed at the footprints on the ground, "Captain, look at these footprints. Each one has almost the same depth, and the pressure and stride are too uniform, like a textbook standard made with a mold."
"But the poachers just succeeded and are fleeing with a load of dozens of kilograms. Their steps should be deep at times, staggering at others, and there's no way they could walk so clean and neatly."
"This is a fake path they've deliberately left for us to see," his voice turned icy, "They're betting that if there are pursuers, they'll unhesitatingly follow the clear footprints. And that path very likely ends in a dead end."
This analysis made the backs of several young soldiers break out in a cold sweat.
Lin Yu'an didn't stop. He began searching for the real traces around. Soon, behind an inconspicuous bush, he found a patch of trampled grass blades.
