Right now, Group 4 was just pretending to follow Gerhard to deceive him.
"You don't mean...?"
"I was faster, Gerhard."
This time, he wouldn't concede the first place.
***
"Stop."
At the quiet murmur, all members of Group 3 halted at once. Gerhard unfolded the map to check their current location.
Group 1's base was midway up a mountain covered with dense trees—ancient oaks and towering pines whose branches intertwined to form a natural ceiling that obscured much of the sky. The undergrowth was thick with ferns and wild shrubs, providing countless hiding spots for defenders. Moss-covered rocks jutted from the soil at unpredictable intervals, creating natural obstacles that would slow any direct assault. It was exceptionally good for ambushes and traps, a fortress enhanced by nature itself rather than constructed by human hands.
The other groups weren't much different, as such locations were deliberately assigned.