National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

Tong Yiming lowered his head, and his shoulders suddenly began to tremble violently.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Laughter squeezed out from deep in his throat, carrying a neurotic frenzy.

Pierre Cardo paused, his brow furrowing deeply: "What are you laughing at?"

Tong Yiming slowly raised his head, his face covered in bruises, only his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Wanting the horse to run, but not letting it eat grass..."

"You bunch of... idiots. You want to know the coordinates? I'm starving... I don't have the energy to talk!"

The other contestants looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is this kid crazy?

After being tortured like this, your first reaction is to beg for food?

Pierre-Karl narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Tong Yiming with a sinister gaze.

He was trying to determine whether the Chinese man was playing tricks or had genuinely broken down.

But what he saw was only an extremely pure longing.

That's the instinctive greed of a creature when it's on the verge of death, when it craves food.

That look in their eyes can't be faked; it's the look of someone who has completely given up their dignity and only wants to die a full-fledged ghost before they die.

"Want something to eat?" Pierre Carson sneered.

Only those who truly want to live will worry about whether they are hungry or not at this point.

"Give it to him." Pierre Carson waved his hand.

One of his men reluctantly pulled out half a compressed biscuit and a half-empty water bottle, throwing them on the ground like feeding a dog.

The biscuits were covered in dirt and blood.

Tong Yiming did not hesitate at all.

He lunged forward, grabbed a biscuit from the ground with his intact right hand, and stuffed it into his mouth along with the dirt.

"Cough! Cough!"

He ate too quickly, and a hard, dry compressed biscuit got stuck in his throat, causing him to choke and roll his eyes back, his face turning a deep liver color.

But he couldn't bear to spit it out, so he grabbed the dirty water bottle and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

Water trickled down his chin, washing away the dried blood.

Humble, base...

This is how Tong Yiming is perceived by everyone right now.

In the live stream, foreign viewers began to mock him relentlessly.

"These are the tough guys from China? That's hilarious!"

"You kneel down just because you're given food? Where's that attitude from before?"

"That's how people from China are; they look tough, but they're servile to the core!"

Meanwhile, the audience in China completely lost their composure.

The screen was filled with angry curses and expressions of disappointment.

"Tong Yiming! Are you even a man?"

"I'd rather starve than accept charity! It would be a disgrace to the whole world!"

"Spineless coward! Traitor! If you dare betray Li Shen, I'll haunt you even in death!"

The insults were like a tidal wave; even though Tong Yiming couldn't see them, the resentment of being condemned by thousands seemed to penetrate the screen.

Tong Yiming finally swallowed the last crumb of biscuit.

He stuck out his tongue and greedily licked the crumbs between his fingers, not even sparing the dirt under his fingernails.

We've finished eating.

He collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

A moment later, he raised his arm and wiped his mouth hard with his sleeve.

When he looked up again, the humble, begging expression had vanished. In its place was a sinister look.

"Are you full?" Piercasson kicked his shin.

"Now that you've eaten, it's time to get to work. If you dare give the wrong directions, I'll rip your guts out and strangle you."

"Walk!"

Tong Yiming roared, his voice full of ferocity.

He struggled to his feet, even wincing as the movement aggravated his wounds.

"I'll take you there! Since they don't care whether I live or die, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva viciously.

"Let those self-important elites die! Why should I suffer here while they feast in the camp?"

These words dispelled the doubts in Pierre Castor's eyes.

If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be punished by heaven and earth.

This is human nature.

The desire for revenge after being abandoned by one's team can often drive someone more insane than the torture inflicted by an enemy.

"Lead the way." Pierre Carson's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Tong Yiming turned around and pointed southeast without hesitation.

"there."

That was the direction Zhang Li had taken when he fled on Cangyu during the night raid.

But it was the opposite of what we explored yesterday...

After walking for about ten minutes, the surrounding vegetation became increasingly lush, and the air became increasingly humid and stuffy.

Suddenly, Pierre-Casson grabbed Tong Yiming by the back of his collar and slammed him hard against the tree trunk.

"Kid, are you kidding me?"

Pierre Carson pressed the gun against Tong Yiming's forehead, his eyes fierce.

"During the day, Zhang Liming clearly attacked us from the opposite direction! You're leading us in the opposite direction?"

"Do you want to die?"

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, Tong Yiming's heart pounded wildly.

But he had a look on his face as if he were looking at an idiot.

Are you brain-dead?

Tong Yiming sneered, his laughter even more arrogant than Pierre Cardin's.

"Who is Zhang Li? Or would he be so foolish as to fly back to his lair to give you directions during a retreat?"

"Do you understand the military strategy of the Dragon Kingdom? It's all about deception and manipulation!"

Tong Yiming roared loudly,

"He deliberately flew northwest to lure you fools into a trap! The real camp is right here!"

"The most dangerous place is the safest; don't you even understand this basic principle, yet you want to surround and kill Zhang Li?"

Pierre-Karlson was stunned.

These words... sound damnably reasonable.

He recalled his fruitless search in the northwest today and Zhang Li's cunning and treacherous style.

Think in reverse.

That's right, if it were that cunning Chinese, they would definitely be capable of doing something like a feint attack.

Greed triumphed over reason at that moment.

If we can find the Dragon Kingdom's camp and launch a surprise attack, all those supplies... will be theirs!

"Keep going!" Pierre Carson shoved Tong Yiming hard.

"If I can't find you, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dinosaurs!"

The team set off again.

At this moment, the trend of comments in the live stream room of the Dragon Kingdom suddenly changed.

Someone noticed something was wrong.

"Wait... brothers, stop yelling! Look where you're going!"

"I'm a geology student. That direction... is the direction Hao Xiangqian and he came from, not the direction of the Dragon Kingdom camp! There's a karst cave area over there; even birds don't dare fly that way!"

"Holy crap! I remember now! I watched their live stream; he and Tong Yiming were originally trying to hide over there."

As a result, I heard an extremely low-frequency roar coming from inside, which terrified me so much that I didn't dare to go any closer!

"That's a dead end! Tong Yiming is leading them to their deaths!"

"My God... what were we just yelling about? He's risking his life to set this up!"

The truth struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every Chinese viewer hard.

The insults in front of the screen vanished instantly, replaced by a screen full of "I'm sorry" and frantic, tearful prayers.

In the jungle, Tong Yiming walked at the very front.

His back was hunched and his steps were unsteady.

The sound of the mysterious beast he had heard outside that cave echoed in his mind.

I do not wish to live.

They only sought to perish together.