National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

Not far from the camp of the seventeen nations.

Two figures, covered in green grass juice and mud, with only their eyes showing, stared intently at the semi-hidden underground camp.

"Goodness, these foreign devils really know how to find a good spot."

The speaker was a bald, muscular man with clearly defined muscles.

His name is Hao Xiangqian, a man from Shandong Province.

He swallowed hard, and his stomach rumbled in agreement. "We've been eating tree bark for two days now. I bet there's meat in that camp."

Next to him was a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Tong Yiming, a contestant from Longguowan Province.

Compared to Hao Xiangqian's rough edges, Tong Yiming appears much more cautious.

He pushed up his glasses that had slipped off his nose, lowered his voice, and spoke with the soft, gentle tone characteristic of Taiwan, but his attitude was unusually firm:

"Brother Hao, don't be impulsive. Look at the layout of that cave entrance; it's a standard military defense fortification. Those two piles of dry grass at the entrance weren't just randomly placed; they're warning traps."

After hearing this, Hao Xiangqian angrily punched the ground:

"This is so damn frustrating! We don't even have a hot meal. I wonder how Brother Zhang Li is doing."

Along the way, their luck could be described as both extremely good and extremely bad.

Fortunately, thanks to Hao Xiangqian's brute strength and Tong Yiming's meticulous mind, they have managed to survive in this perilous jungle until now, without even encountering a decent dinosaur.

The problem is, we didn't even see an airdrop!

"Just bear with it," Tong Yiming patted Hao Xiangqian on the shoulder.

"At our current pace, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should be able to find Zhang Li's coordinates by tomorrow morning."

Back then, let alone meat, you could probably even get a sip of the broth.

Hao Xiangqian sighed and lowered his head: "Fine, I'll listen to you. You're an intellectual, your brain works better than mine."

The two reached a consensus and attempted to quietly leave this place of trouble.

However, Murphy's Law always seems to work exceptionally well in this damn prehistoric world.

Just as the two had retreated a few dozen meters and were about to get up and disappear into the dense forest.

"Shh!" Tong Yiming felt a chill run down his spine and grabbed Hao Xiangqian's head.

late.

In the woods to the left, two tall white men wearing camouflage vests were patrolling by.

They held crossbows that gleamed coldly in their hands.

The contestant is from Australia.

One of the men, with a full beard, was about to unbuckle his belt to urinate when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something unusual swaying in the grass.

"Who's there?"

The bearded man reacted extremely quickly, raising his crossbow and firing an arrow into the bushes.

A short arrow grazed Hao Xiangqian's scalp and embedded itself in the tree trunk behind him, its fletching still buzzing.

"run!!!"

Hao Xiangqian roared and, disregarding whether they were in hiding or not, grabbed Tong Yiming and ran wildly into the depths of the dense forest.

"Fuck! It's a rat! Chase it!"

Upon seeing this, the two athletes from Australia shouted excitedly and gave chase.

The chase in the jungle was extremely brutal.

Hao Xiangqian was a trained martial artist with astonishing physical abilities, moving through the forest full of vines and tree roots as if it were flat ground.

But Tong Yiming couldn't do it. He was originally a weak scholar, and these past two days he had been so hungry that he was dizzy and lightheaded. Before he could run two hundred meters, his legs felt as heavy as lead.

"Ugh!"

Tong Yiming tripped over a tree branch on the ground, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Yiming!"

Hao Xiangqian, who was running ahead, heard the commotion and turned around to help him.

"Don't come any closer!"

A resolute glint suddenly flashed in Tong Yiming's eyes.

He knew that neither of them could escape.

These foreigners have long-range weapons; if they get within another fifty meters, it will be a targeted shooting operation.

You can't escape like that!

Someone has to get the message out.

"Brother Hao! Hurry up!" Tong Yiming leaned against a tree, deciding to stay and help Hao Xiangqian stop the other party.

Hao Xiangqian froze in his tracks.

The young man from Taiwan, who spoke softly, had a touching display of fierce courage on his face at that moment.

"I can't escape... but I can hold them off." Tong Yiming gave a bitter smile, then suddenly turned around and shouted at the Australian athlete, "

"Grandson! Your grandpa's here! Come on!"

Hao Xiangqian stared at that thin, frail figure, his teeth practically grinding to powder.

He wiped his face hard, turned around, and plunged into the vast jungle without looking back.

"Brother... hang in there! I'll definitely bring people back to rescue you! I promise!!!"

……

A few minutes later.

Tong Yiming was kicked to the ground.

"Ah—!" Tong Yiming was in so much pain that he curled up like a shrimp.

"Why aren't you running anymore?" the bearded man grinned maliciously. "Yellow-skinned monkey."

Another Australian athlete stepped forward, grabbed Tong Yiming's hair, and forced him to raise his head.

"Oh, you're from China!"

"Hahaha! God bless us! We actually caught a Chinese!"

The bearded man whistled excitedly.

"We've struck it rich! Captain Piercassonne and his men were just worried about not being able to find the Chinese camp, and this kid is practically a living map delivered to their doorstep!"

They did not kill Tong Yiming directly.

Instead, they used vines to tie the other person up tightly and dragged them back to the camp.

……

Two hours later.

The atmosphere in the camp of the Seventeen Nations Alliance was oppressive and suffocating.

Piercassonne returned with the remnants of his army.

Moreover, they were all injured and looked dazed.

Jason and Roland are both dead...

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"

Piercasson kicked over the campfire in the camp, sending sparks flying.

His once sinister face was now twisted like that of a madman.

"Zhang Li... I'm going to kill you! I'll tear you to pieces!"

He roared wildly, venting the humiliation in his heart.

He still can't forget that thunderous breath.

That's supernatural power...

Just then, the bearded man who had stayed behind came up to them.

"Captain... Captain, you're back?"

Pierre Cardin whirled around: "Get lost! Leave me alone!"

The bearded man trembled with fear and said, "Captain, we...we've captured a Chinese man."

"What?"

Piercason stopped moving.

The injured athletes, upon hearing the words "Chinese," all raised their heads, their eyes flashing with resentment.

They were looking for a place to vent the anger they had suffered at Zhang Li's hands.

"Bring him up!" Pierre Carson's voice was as cold as an icebox.

Soon, Tong Yiming, covered in bruises, was shoved onto an open space.

He was covered in mud, but he still held his head high, showing no fear whatsoever.

Suddenly, Pierre Cardin seemed to realize something, and his expression changed: "Where did you catch him? Was he alone?"

He was afraid.

If this news reaches Zhang Li's ears, he will definitely come to the camp to cause trouble!

The bearded man quickly took credit, saying:

"He's just 500 meters west of the camp! When we found him, he was the only one there. This kid is slow, he couldn't escape. I checked, there's no one else around."

Hearing this, Pierre Cardin's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Fortunately.

As long as that evil star isn't around, these Chinese people are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in his eyes.

"very good."

Pierre Carson's lips slowly parted, revealing an extremely cruel smile.

"You're from the Dragon Kingdom, right?"

Pierre-Karl Sson crouched down, took out a military knife from his spatial storage, and gently patted Tong Yiming's cheek with the back of the blade.

"Tell me, where is your Dragon Kingdom's camp?"