National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

Deep in the shadow of the tree canopy.

Zhang Li remained expressionless, his fingers resting on the cold trigger guard.

Two hundred meters away, the short figure was crawling rapidly along the grass, looking just like a greedy hyena that had caught the scent of carrion.

Ichiro Yamamoto, the Prince of Cherry Blossoms.

There were only six alloy crossbow bolts left in the quiver.

At this distance, it would be difficult to kill with a single shot using ordinary firepower; instead, it would alert Roland, who was lurking in the shadows.

Since you want to grab airdrops, then grab as many as you want.

Zhang Li's mind stirred slightly.

[Skill Activation: Pheromones Released!]

[Target Carrier: Alloy Crossbow Bolt (Arrowhead)]

[Simulation Type: Utahraptor (Rage/Courtship Hybrid)]

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through the depths of my brain, instantly draining most of my mental energy, and causing my vision to blur for a moment.

The price is not small.

But he steadied his hand, locking his aim onto Yamamoto Ichiro's path.

"collapse!"

The bowstring vibrated very softly.

The black lightning tore through the air and hurtled straight at its target.

Yamamoto Ichiro, being a master of ninjutsu, instinctively twisted his body to the side.

puff!

The crossbow bolt failed to pierce his back, but instead pierced his left upper arm, the arrowhead protruding through flesh and blood.

Yamamoto Ichiro grunted, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

He didn't have time to pull out the arrow.

The red smoke was right in front of us; it was the only chance of survival, the key to turning the tide for the nation!

"mine!"

He kicked up the mud with his feet, slammed his whole body into the airdrop crate, and ripped off the heavy lead plate.

The interior of the box was exposed to the air.

Compressed biscuits, antibiotics, and hemostatic bandages were neatly stacked.

In the very center of the recess, a colossal silver metal beast lay silently.

Desert Eagle.

Next to it were two boxes of bright yellow .50 caliber bullets.

In this wild, prehistoric purgatory, this is the truth.

Yamamoto Ichiro's heart pounded, and he reached for the gun handle.

The instant your fingertips touched the cold metal.

call out--!

A sharp, piercing sound came from the flank.

Roland made his move.

The arrow was extremely cunning, grazing Yamamoto Ichiro's shoulder, leaving a trail of blood before embedding itself firmly in the inner wall of the airdrop crate, sparks flying everywhere.

Terrified, Yamamoto Ichiro grabbed his pistol and supplies, rolled on the ground, and tried to escape this deadly trap.

"Bang!"

The bushes on the side suddenly burst open without warning.

Two tall, muscular figures charged out like wild bulls.

French players Pierre and Mosaic!

This chaotic moment was exactly what they had been waiting for.

The military boots whistled through the air as they slammed into Yamamoto Ichiro's injured left arm.

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

The Desert Eagle flew out of his hand.

Pierre reacted swiftly, catching the pistol mid-air and pressing the dark muzzle against Yamamoto Ichiro's forehead.

Mosaic's tactical dagger was also pressed against the ninja's throat, the blade cutting through the skin and causing blood to seep out.

"Move even slightly, and your head will explode."

Pierre's voice was hoarse and filled with the smell of blood.

The situation is changing rapidly.

The live stream from Japan was filled with lamentations, while viewers from France were shouting wildly, creating chaos in the chat.

From the treetop, Zhang Li coldly observed this dog-eat-dog farce.

In the all-seeing eye's view, the crossbow bolt stuck in Yamamoto Ichiro's arm was continuously emitting colorless and odorless chemical signals into the air.

Five hundred meters away.

Those Utah raptors seemed to have been injected with stimulants.

A low growl escaped his throat as he sprinted madly toward the airdrop point.

The bait has been thrown in, and the fish have entered the net.

Zhang Li put away the composite crossbow and slid down the tree trunk like a nimble cat.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the Desert Eagle; it was the only window of opportunity for rescue.

[Optical Adaptive Camouflage: On]

His body moved swiftly through the dappled shadows of the forest.

Thirty seconds.

He slipped silently behind the boulder.

"who!"

Although Huang Xiaoying was extremely weak, her muscle memory allowed her to instantly lift the crossbow she had just seized.

"it's me."

Zhang Li revealed his cold, stern face. "Follow me, and watch your step on the dead branches."

Familiar voice, standard mother tongue.

Huang Xiaoying's nerves, stretched to their limit, almost snapped.

Looking at the slightly thin young man in front of her, her eyes instantly reddened.

"Zhang Li...the man who reached the summit on the first night."

In the live broadcast room, hundreds of millions of viewers in China were moved to tears.

"We've reunited! We've finally reunited!"

"Li Shen is awesome! He really saved us!"

Zhang Li glanced at her right arm; the wound was purplish-black and swollen, and the high fever made her body tremble uncontrollably.

"The infection is very serious."

"I won't die." Huang Xiaoying bit her tongue, using the pain to force herself to stay awake, her eyes defiant. "That gun..."

"Guns are not important."

Zhang Li interrupted her, his gaze fixed on the depths of the dense forest. "At least twenty Utahraptors are closing in. This place is about to become a meat grinder."

"Can you still walk?"

Huang Xiaoying nodded emphatically, struggling to sit up.

His gaze swept across the distance not far away.

Sang Biao, who was nailed to the tree trunk, slowly woke up and let out a painful groan.

The flames of hatred ignited instantly in her eyes.

This beast just tried to use her as bait and humiliated her to the extreme!

Huang Xiaoying suddenly raised the crossbow, its sights locked onto Sang Biao's heart.

"This arrow is yours for the taking!"

One hand pressed down on the crossbow.

Huang Xiaoying turned her head in surprise.

Zhang Li's lips curled into an extremely cold smile, devoid of warmth and filled only with indifference to life.

"Don't waste arrows."

He pointed to the still-trembling crossbow bolt on Sang Biao's shoulder.

"I have already avenged you for that arrow."

Huang Xiaoying was taken aback.

Zhang Li did not explain.

The object aimed at Yamamoto Ichiro was the mating hormone of the Utahraptor.

And the arrow shot at Sang Biao...

It's covered with "the provocative pheromones of the Quetzalcoatlus"!

roar--!!!

In the distance, the roars of the Utah raptors were almost within reach.

Beside the airdrop crate, a Frenchman was smashing Yamamoto Ichiro's face with the butt of his rifle, demanding to know the whereabouts of the bullets.

Amidst the noise and commotion.

Suddenly, it got dark.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure descended from the sky, swirling up a shower of withered leaves.

Everyone looked up in terror.

The two wind pterosaurs that had been circling high in the sky now seemed to be possessed, folding their wings and plummeting straight down like meteorites!

The target is not an airdrop.

Not the crowd fighting.

It was Sang Biao, who was unable to move!

"Help...help..."

As Sang Biao watched the giant claw rapidly enlarging in his field of vision, his crotch was instantly soaked with sweat.

boom!

The colossal beast landed, causing a violent tremor.

The terrifying two-meter-long beak pierced through Sang Biao's chest at the last second!

Blood spurted out like a torrential rain.

Before Sang Biao could even scream, the Quetzalcoatlus grabbed him in its mouth, swung its head back, and swallowed him whole!

bang.

The sound of bones shattering was clearly transmitted around the world via live streaming equipment.

He died without a complete corpse.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of viewers around the world.

This is how prehistoric overlords ate!

In the shadows.

Zhang Li watched this scene with a calm and composed expression.

He turned to Huang Xiaoying, who was completely stunned, and spoke calmly:

"Those who offend my Dragon Kingdom, this is their fate."

"Let's go, the real show is just beginning."

In the surrounding jungle, countless pairs of bright green eyes lit up.

Utah Dragon Thief Group, arrived.