National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

Deep in the dense forest, the heavy stench of blood had not yet completely dissipated, but the mountain of dreadful dragon corpses had vanished into thin air.

After Cang Yu evolved, his power became extremely terrifying. He quickly transported the Fear Dragon back to the camp, a distance of 500 meters!

"Our camp has an excess of rations for the next few days."

Zhang Li said calmly, "Except for the portion I saved for Cang Yu for barbecue, the rest were all sacrificed tonight."

"Captain Zhang!" Hao Xiangqian cried out anxiously, ignoring his own injuries, and took a step forward.

"Forget about the meat! Yiming is still in those beasts' hands! I'll lead the way, I remember that place, it's right here..."

"You stay."

Zhang Li interrupted him, his voice not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

The veins on Hao Xiangqian's neck bulged:

"What do you mean? That was the brother who took a knife for me! You're just going to leave me here to watch? I can still fight, I'm got the physique..."

"Going now is suicide, and it will only drag us down with it."

Zhang Li's gaze swept over Hao Xiangqian, "Your physical strength has reached its limit. Right now, you're just a burden."

Hao Xiangqian wanted to refute, but the excruciating pain in his body made his face turn pale, and the energy that was supporting him suddenly dissipated, almost causing him to collapse.

"According to you, those two people from Australia didn't catch up with you." Zhang Li walked over and pressed him back down on the rock.

"This means the other party is unaware of your existence!"

"This is the information gap we're targeting."

Zhang Li turned to look at Leng Feng, who was wiping the gun barrel. "Leng Feng, grab your weapon and come with me. Just the two of us."

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Leng Feng's eyes: "I've been itching to do it for a while now. Too many people in this kind of decapitation operation will only make things worse."

"I'll go too!" Huang Xiaoying came over with her crossbow in hand. "More people means more help. My crossbow is silent, perfect for scouting."

"No." Zhang Li shook his head.

"This time we need a swift and decisive strike. We'll use the Azure Feather to launch a direct airborne assault, but the Azure Feather has a limited carrying capacity and can't carry that many people."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Cang Yu, who was lying on the ground, picking his teeth with his paws out of boredom.

This guy just ate half a meal and is now lazily lying down.

Zhang Li walked over and patted its neck: "Get up, time to work. We have to fly another trip."

Cang Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, but exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils, blowing the withered leaves on the ground into a frenzy.

Its eyes were filled with resistance: More overtime? And it had to carry two people?

"Two heads." Zhang Li held up two fingers. "Tonight, I'll roast two of those dinosaur meats for you, well-done."

Cang Yu's ears twitched, and he opened his eyes a crack.

"Three heads," Zhang Li added, "plus doubling the daily supply of blind fish from now on."

"Whoosh!"

The giant beast, which had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly stood up, its enormous wings spreading out.

They even deliberately lowered that side of the wing to create a perfect boarding ramp.

Leng Feng stared in disbelief: "This guy...where did he learn his snobbish attitude from?"

"Enough talk, get on the dragon." Zhang Li was the first to jump onto the dragon's back, taking the best position behind its neck.

Leng Feng followed closely behind. Although he was a top soldier, this was his first time riding a prehistoric flying creature.

I couldn't contain my excitement; I held on tightly, afraid of falling.

"Hold on tight."

Zhang Li squeezed his legs together.

A sudden gust of wind arose.

The immense airflow bent the surrounding tree canopies, and Cang Yu's massive body shot straight into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

Hao Xiangqian tilted his head back, watching the figure quickly turn into a black dot, his fists clenched tightly.

"Yiming... hang in there! Reinforcements are here!"

……

Twenty kilometers away from the Dragon Kingdom camp, in a sheltered mountain valley.

This is the temporary "interrogation room" of the seventeen-nation alliance.

The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh, the distinctive odor of skin and flesh scorched by high temperatures.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky, but it quickly turned into violent coughing.

Tong Yiming was tied to a wooden stake with his hands behind his back.

At this point, he had completely lost his previous refined demeanor.

Those gold-rimmed glasses were long gone, and his delicate face was covered in bruises.

The index finger of his left hand was twisted at a strange angle, indicating that it had been forcibly broken off.

In front of him, a burly white man with a full beard was playing with a red-hot dagger.

"Pretty stubborn, huh? Such a delicate-skinned kid."

Pierre-Karl grinned maliciously.

"Aren't you Chinese supposed to be the most loyal and righteous? But they don't even know you're here, so don't expect anyone to come and rescue you."

"I only have one question: What are the coordinates of the Dragon Kingdom camp?"

Tong Yiming was trembling.

It wasn't because I gave in, it was because of the pain. It fucking hurt.

But he knew even better that he couldn't say it.

Once the word is spoken, these well-equipped bandits will pounce on the camp like hungry wolves.

The consequences would be unimaginable...

"Pooh!"

Tong Yiming spat a mouthful of blood onto Pierre Caesar's face.

"Want to know? Go ask...go ask your mom!"

Pierre-Karl wiped the blood from his face, his expression instantly turning ferocious.

"Good, very good." He licked his lips, his eyes filled with malice.

"I like tough guys. I've heard that if you make a cut on the inside of a person's thigh,

Sprinkle with sugar, and the prehistoric ants in the jungle will be more than happy to come to the feast.

As he spoke, he was about to slash downwards with the dagger in his hand.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Tong Yiming's voice was filled with fear and despair, "No! Don't use the knife! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

This plea for mercy instantly caused an uproar among the Chinese viewers in the live stream who had been moved by Tong Yiming's toughness.

"You're backing down already? Weren't you pretty tough just now?"

"Stop cursing! Who could endure that kind of torture? He's just an ordinary person!"

"That bastard Pierre Carson! If I could travel through time, I'd slaughter him!"

Pierre Kazun paused, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"That's more like it. A wise person knows when to yield." He patted Tong Yiming's swollen cheek.

"Tell me, where is it?"

Tong Yiming lowered his head, his body still twitching slightly.

But in the shadows where no one could see, a mad and resolute light gleamed in his bloodshot eyes.

That's the look in a gambler's eyes when they're going all in.

He knew very well that he was not going to survive.

Since we can't survive, let's take a few down with us!

He decided to lure these bastards into danger...

"Let me go, I'll take you there!"