By the time Howell finally made his decision, Schwar had already led his men out of the forest. The forest truly was unsuitable for marching. The Portuguese had simply been too sluggish; otherwise, Schwar felt certain he would have been blocked to death in there.
Seeing the familiar grasslands, Schwar finally let out the breath he had been holding. But the danger was far from over. They had penetrated deep alone into enemy territory, so finding a safe place first was the wisest course.
"Commander, which direction are we heading?"
Schwar said, "West. But we must find a place to settle down today. There's no time to dawdle here. The enemy has discovered our trail, so all we can do now is get through this immediate crisis first."
There was no room for Schwar to think too deeply at this point. East Africa was not particularly familiar with this region either. Although Military Intelligence had provided maps, they were not very detailed.
Whether they went south or north, they might run into the main Allied forces. Thus, in Schwar's eyes, only the west was relatively safe.
Of course, Schwar also intended to rendezvous with the main force conducting this flanking operation. East Africa had sent two units deep behind enemy lines this time. Besides his regiment, another brigade had entered the enemy's rear through the western mountains.
However, they would certainly be much slower than Schwar's unit, which had traveled by sea and land. So Schwar still had to find a way to hold out over the next few days.
Most importantly, they had to solve the problem of supplies. This was the greatest challenge to Schwar's unit's survival. Once the East African National Defense Army penetrated deep behind enemy lines, it completely lost its logistical support. Everything could only