"The distance between the tunnels is longer, but it's safer. The parasaurolophus' habitat is closer, but it's easy to alert the big guys."
Haman stood in the front and introduced the pros and cons of the two routes to the capture team.
If Haman had to choose, it would be the tunnels.
There were many kinds of creatures in the wilderness.
But most of these creatures followed a principle.
The bigger they were, the stronger they were.
The tunnel in the mountain seemed to have been left behind before the cataclysm.
Although it was full of moss and many poisonous insects hid there.
Haman was now a mutant. These poisonous insects posed no threat to him.
Only enormous dinosaurs could threaten him.
The tunnel was not too big. It was only six meters tall and twelve meters wide.
This size meant that only four meters tall dinosaurs could enter.
Because the dinosaurs were taller than four meters, they would not run in the tunnel.
And Haman could quickly get rid of those giant monsters.
It was a difficult decision for everyone.
Before Mankiw said something, they began to argue.
Cole insisted on going through the tunnel because it was safer.
As for speed, they just had to walk faster.
But Harold insisted on going in the parasaurolophus's direction because he wanted to see if the creature chasing them could scare it away.
Parasaurolophus was a grade C dinosaur.
It could reach more than 10 meters in length.
It was the most influential group of grade C dinosaurs.
If the pursuers could scare away the parasaurolophus, then tomorrow would be a smooth journey.
If they couldn't scare away the parasaurolophus, then it proved that the pursuers behind them were not so strong.
Logically speaking, Harold's suggestion was excellent.
Haman had done the same thing before when he was in danger.
He had used another danger to hedge against the first one.
But Cole was too scared to think about it.
After a few days of observation, Haman found that Cole's physical fitness ranked in the top five of the group.
But Harold's physical fitness was basically at the bottom.
It was clear that a person's willpower was not directly proportional to his physical fitness.
Fortunately, Haman did not need them to answer now.
Because now, it was only two hours before nightfall, they had to find a place to set up tents.
Although some people did not even want to set up tents, they were afraid that they would affect their escape speed.
But under Mankiw's orders, everyone began to act.
The wilderness was a completely different world during the day and at night.
The highest temperature during the day could reach more than 60 degrees Celsius.
But at night, it would quickly drop to around zero degrees Celsius.
If there were no tents to shelter them from the wind, it would only take one night.
And they could freeze to death.
Even if they were not frozen to death, they would not be able to complete the long journey every day as long as they were sick.
They made a bonfire. Everyone sat around the bonfire. However, the team members did not dare to go far when they were collecting firewood.
They did not dare to walk into the forest again, but they managed to collect quite a lot of firewood with their joint efforts.
It seemed that the bigger the fire, the safer they felt in their hearts.
This time, everyone sat around the bonfire.
"Why does he sit here?" Cole said unhappily. "How can we sit with a refugee? Haman, sit back a little."
No one refuted Cole because they did not need to offend a person like Cole because of a refugee.
They did need a guide now, but in Cole's opinion, Haman could just sit back and answer whatever they asked.
However, at this time, Mankiw said, "Don't talk about these things anymore. We need to discuss the question of whether to stay or go seriously."
Previously, Mankiw had insisted on going to Mount Roman because he had received a death order before he came if he could not complete the mission.
He would be a refugee from then on.
But now, he also had the intention to retreat, just like the miners in the mines.
If he did not work, he might starve to death. If he worked, he would be buried alive.
The situation now was that even if he became a refugee, it might be better than dying here.
Everyone held their guns tightly as if this was the source of their sense of security. But Haman and Mankiw didn't.
But they knew that the guns in their hands could not bring them a sense of security.
Because the problem they were facing now was not something that guns could solve.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Mankiw said, "Now we are faced with a dilemma."
"On one hand, we have to continue forward. Whether it is because of the pursuer in the dark or the road ahead, they are both extremely dangerous."
"To be honest, even I don't have the confidence to survive. There are many creatures in the wilderness that are much stronger than me."
Mankiw paused and continued.
"On the other hand, even if we turn back, there are hidden dangers. Why didn't the pursuers behind us show up?"
"Yuri's mysterious death and the mysterious disappearance of his body are all mysteries, so it is not safe either to turn back."
When he said this, everyone's faces became pale.
But Haman understood the meaning behind Mankiw's words.
He did not want to go back at all!
Mankiw told everyone the dangers of going forward and returning, clearly telling everyone that there would be a danger no matter how they went.
If they advanced, they would be rewarded if they completed the mission.
But if they retreated, they would become refugees regardless of whether they would die in the wilderness or not.
From Cole's observation of Haman, Haman knew that these people would not choose to return.
Becoming a refugee was a punishment that was second only to death.
As expected, someone spoke.
It was Harold.
"Come on, and we'll die if we advance. We'll also die if we retreat. It's better to take a risk. If we succeed, we'll be rich and powerful. If we fail, we'll all be finished."
Harold looked fierce, and his veins were exposed. It was as if he had been driven mad by the situation before him.
Seeing Harold's performance, Haman thought to himself.
"I couldn't tell, Harold, you thick-browed, big-eyed man, that you are someone who has the same idea as Mankiw."
When the team had just set off, Haman had noticed something.
This team was not well organized.
Mankiw was the most forceful person on the entire team.
The others were probably sent here to complete the mission because they had offended the big shots in the city.
He didn't expect Harold to be in cahoots with Mankiw.
Before this, they hadn't communicated with each other at all. Even Haman didn't see anything wrong with them.
At this moment, the wind over the hill stopped.
The noise disappeared, and the untouched wilderness became quiet.
However, in this silence, everyone heard the sound of chewing coming from the place where the backpack was stacked.
Everyone was in a great fright. Cole's voice trembled as he said, "What is it?"
Everyone looked over in horror, not understanding where the sound came from since there were only supplies in the backpack.