Not long afterward.
Amid their slow, quiet advance.
The scholar specifically responsible for planning the team's route looked at the precision instrument in his hand, which continuously displayed all kinds of data. After silently calculating for a moment, he pointed in a certain direction and told everyone:
"Keep it up, everyone. We only need to go about fifty more kilometers that way!!"
Although his words immediately drew a chorus of agreement.
To be honest.
Everyone's responses.
Were more or less a little weak.
Like office drones forced to echo their boss.
Because everyone knew perfectly well.
A distance of fifty kilometers in this region inevitably meant extremely, extremely high risk.
So naturally, it was hard for them to muster any enthusiasm. And more importantly, straight-line distance had never been the same thing as the actual distance traveled.
Especially when the terrain was rugged and filled with all kinds of hazards.
The two could basically be described as having nothing to do with each other.
Perhaps.
In the end.
After winding back and forth.
They might have to walk four or five hundred kilometers in total before reaching their destination.
That was by no means a pessimistic view.
It was a reality very likely to happen.
This made it even harder for everyone to summon any so-called fighting spirit.
As for those circumstances.
That scholar naturally understood them perfectly well.
But what could he do?
Answer: nothing.
To put it bluntly.
Even he himself had been forced into this.
In the end, it was only after the captain of the entire team said a few encouraging words that morale rose a little.
It was not that the captain was especially good at inspiring people or came with all sorts of speaking skills.
It was simply that nobody had any other choice.