National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

Flames exploded at the camp entrance, and the shockwave carried a wave of high-temperature air.

The peaceful scene was shattered.

"FUCK! Where? Where are the enemies?!"

Jason scrambled out, the sound of his shotgun being cocked ringing out amidst the chaos.

The camp of the seventeen-nation alliance was instantly thrown into chaos.

The players from various countries, who were just moments ago so arrogant, are now like hornets whose nest has been disturbed, firing wildly into the dark jungle.

However, no enemy troops rushed out.

The only sounds were the crackling of flames burning dry branches and the low growls of startled wild beasts deep in the jungle in the distance.

"Cease fire! Everyone fucking cease fire!"

Roland's forehead veins bulged.

As an experienced commander, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

If it were a ground attack, close combat would have already begun by now.

But now, there's nothing left except for that explosion.

Three hundred meters above the ground, the wind howled.

Zhang Li lay on Cang Yu's broad back, coldly looking down at the chaotic fire below.

"A bunch of headless flies."

This sense of control from a god-like perspective sent his adrenaline soaring.

But he knew this wasn't the time to watch the show.

Although Cang Yu was controlled by the chip, flying at night was against its biological clock, and the stimulation from the explosion made the pterosaur anxiously adjust its posture.

The air currents were so strong that Zhang Li had to grip the dragon's neck tightly with both legs to keep himself from being thrown off.

"Don't move."

Zhang Li gave a low shout and pressed the controller to correct Cang Yu's flight attitude.

He pulled a plant grenade out of his pocket.

"Li Yue's countdown timer exploded..."

The image of the woman throwing a grenade flashed through Zhang Li's mind.

At an altitude of 300 meters, one also needs to calculate wind speed, the flight inertia of the feathers, and gravitational acceleration...

It's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

"Give it a try."

Zhang Li pulled out the fuse, silently counted to two, and then suddenly flicked his wrist.

The plant grenade flew from his hand and quickly disappeared into the night.

However, the air currents at high altitudes were even more violent than Zhang Li had anticipated.

The grenade was blown off course by the crosswind as soon as it left his hand, and the place where Roland was originally expected to hide turned out to be an open space in the center of the camp.

Below are several players who haven't found cover.

The grenade exploded about five meters above the ground!

Although it deviated from the intended target, it resulted in unexpected destructive effects.

The fireball from the explosion burst open in mid-air, and countless sharp fragments of rock shot down like a rain of pear blossoms!

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly pierced the night sky.

Although the athletes were wearing bulletproof vests, which protected them from fatal injuries to their torsos, their exposed limbs and faces suffered severe damage.

The stench of blood instantly filled the air, stimulating everyone's senses.

"In the heavens! In the heavens!"

Roland's pupils contracted sharply.

"Damn it! Get the tactical goggles out! Quickly!"

Roland pulled out infrared thermal imaging tactical goggles from the space.

He hurriedly put on his glasses, and his vision instantly turned into black, white, and red.

The next second, Roland froze.

That face, which had witnessed countless battles, was now filled with disbelief.

Beside him, Pierre-Casson looked at Roland's ghost-like expression, his curiosity overpowering his fear.

He pushed aside the South Korean player Park Seung-il next to him and snatched another pair of glasses that had been airdropped to him.

"Let me borrow it, you idiot!"

Pierre-Carlsson looked up, cursing, "I'd like to see what could possibly scare Roland like this..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Pierre Carson's cigar fell to the ground with a thud.

In the field of view of thermal imaging.

A huge red outline is hovering.

Those wide wingspans were a full ten meters... This was a Quetzalcoatlus.

On the back of this prehistoric behemoth, there was actually a person!

A figure, riding on the back of a pterosaur, like a knight descended from mythology, coldly gazes upon the mortal realm.

"WTF? What the hell is that?"

Pierre Carson felt his worldview had shattered.

While they were still on the ground, living in fear of dinosaurs, someone was riding a dinosaur and flying into the sky?

That's fucking awesome!

Roland's throat was dry, a physiological reaction to extreme fear.

He would recognize that figure, that slender yet upright silhouette, even if he were reduced to ashes.

"Zhang Li..."

Roland roared hoarsely, "It's Zhang Li! That Chinese guy riding a pterosaur! Jason, open fire and shoot him down!!"

That shout stunned everyone.

A Chinese person? Riding a pterosaur?

Pierre-Karlsson recovered from his shock.

A chilling fervor ignited in his eyes.

He stared intently at the red figure in the sky, his face contorted in pain.

"On what grounds?"

"Why is someone more stylish than me? This kind of entrance should be mine! It should belong to me, Pierre Carson!"

His crazy side exploded instantly.

Pierre Carson suddenly raised his pistol and frantically pulled the trigger towards the sky.

"Get down here! You charlatan!"

Bang bang bang!

Guns spat fire, bullets pierced the night sky.

Inspired by Pierre Carson, Jason and several other contestants with firearms also reacted and raised their guns to fire.

In an instant, gunfire flashed on the ground, and a dense barrage of bullets covered the sky like a net of fire.

however.

Pistols and shotguns have limited effective range, and with the added vertical loss due to gravity, bullets become spent after flying to around 200 meters.

Those kinetic metal bullets lost their momentum when they were still dozens of meters away from Cang Yu, falling helplessly and almost hitting the heads of their own people on the ground.

Zhang Li looked down at the faint gunfire below, as faint as fireflies, and spoke calmly.

"Is this what they call the elite forces of the seventeen kingdoms?"

"ridiculous."

Zhang Li patted Cangyu's neck, signaling it to raise its height slightly.

Then, he pulled out two more plant grenades from his spatial storage.

"Since you're so enthusiastic..."

Zhang Li pulled the fuse and watched the sparks from the burning fuse, which were particularly dazzling in the night sky.

This time, he did not pursue an airburst.

The All-Seeing Eye is fully activated...

In the pitch-black night sky, two inconspicuous little black dots are falling rapidly.

Roland's pupils suddenly contracted.

His sense of danger was terrifyingly acute.

The trajectories of those two landing points... were directly aligned with where he and Jason were!

"Scatter immediately!!!"

Roland roared, "It's a bomb! Take cover!!"

This roar completely shattered the last shred of psychological defense among the alliance members.

At that moment, they had only one thought—run!

A grenade landed precisely at Jason and Park Seung-il's feet.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

Jason saw the grenade at his feet and only one thought came to his mind: there was no time to run.

The explosion radius was five meters, and he was at the center of that radius.

Unless... there's someone to shield you.

A ruthless glint flashed in Jason's eyes.

Without any hesitation.

He grabbed Park Seung-il, who was about to fall to the side.

"Damn it?! Let me go!"

Park Il-sung turned around in horror, only to be met with Jason's cold face.

At that moment, Park Il-sung understood.

What allies?

What kind of cooperation?

Faced with life and death, he was merely a "consumable" item used to shield himself from harm!

"No!!!"

An orange-red fireball exploded at their feet.

The enormous roar made everyone's eardrums ache.

Park's screams stopped abruptly.

The shockwave, carrying Park Il-sung's flesh and blood along with countless fragments of rock, slammed into Jason.

Even though someone acted as a human shield to absorb most of the damage, Jason was still stunned and disoriented.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jason curled up on the ground in agony, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

He wiped the blood off his face, his eyes showing no remorse, only the relief of surviving a disaster.

This is human nature...

Pierre-Karl whistled, his eyes gleaming with even greater madness.

"That was fantastic!" he laughed maniacally. "This is the kind of show I love! This is a real show!"

High in the sky.

Zhang Li, through his all-seeing eye, witnessed the entire scene.

But he showed no emotional fluctuation.

Whether it was Park's tragic death or Jason's cruelty, he saw it all as just a cruel game.

"That's about it."

Zhang Li glanced at the players below, who had now completely scattered.

The objective has been achieved.

The seeds of fear have been sown.

This wave of airstrikes not only caused substantial casualties, but more importantly, it completely destroyed the morale of the so-called seventeen-nation alliance.

They would constantly worry about the threat overhead, and would be unable to eat or sleep due to this endless fear.

An enemy that could fall from the sky at any moment is far more despairing than a ferocious beast on the ground.

Zhang Li patted Cang Yu's neck.

"Let's go."

Azure Feather's enormous wings flapped suddenly, carrying its knight, and flew into the distant darkness.

All that's left for the people on the ground is an unattainable, despair-inducing silhouette.

Throughout the camp, cries of agony rose and fell.

Roland stared in the direction Zhang Li had left, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

This is an utter disgrace.

"Zhang Li..."

Roland squeezed out the two words through clenched teeth, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred.

"You'll pay for this... I swear..."

Far from that battlefield, even the sound of the wind seemed to soften.

Zhang Li lay on Cang Yu's back, thoroughly enjoying the air raid, but he hadn't forgotten his mission.

"The timing is perfect."

He took out a heavy "dog's head gold" from his storage space.

Bathed in moonlight, the irregularly shaped gold nugget, about the size of a fist, gleamed with a captivating luster.

"Go."

Zhang Li had a sudden thought.

The gold dog head in his hand disappeared into the sacrificial passage in the void.

Zhang Li nodded in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, at the camp of the Seventeen Nations Alliance.

The smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

The groans of the wounded were incessant.

Roland's face was dark, and he held a fragment of a plant grenade in his hand.

Traces of black powder from the burning remain on it.

"It doesn't smell like industrial detonators...it's a mixture of plant fibers, charcoal, and sulfur..."

Roland's gaze grew increasingly serious.

"Homemade bombs."

"That Chinese man has mastered the formula for gunpowder and can even make fragmentation grenades using plant fruits."

This discovery sent a chill down Roland's spine.

If that guy were given a little more time, would he be able to build a cannon?

"We must find his camp as soon as possible."

Roland stood up, his gaze sweeping over the dejected crowd. "Since he can harass us so frequently, it means his camp isn't far from here! Tomorrow morning..."

Just then.

The voice of the Blue Star's will resounded in the minds of all the contestants.

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Everyone was stunned.

Pierre Carson's maniacal smile froze.

Roland swayed and almost lost his balance.

They then suddenly realized something.

Today... they haven't offered sacrifices yet!

The mountain of prey—an adult Triceratops and eight smaller dinosaurs—was in the center of the camp.

That was the result of their entire day's work.

That's a resource that's enough to dominate the charts.

but.

Because of Zhang Li's sudden attack.

They had all completely forgotten about the "sacrifice"!

Now, the passage is closed.

"No...no!!!"

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Jason hysterically pounded the ground, his blood staining the soil.

Now, it's all over.

Roland stared blankly at the mountain of flesh, his face ashen, like a dead man.

He finally understood.

Zhang Li's attack was not merely intended to kill or instill fear.

That was a meticulously calculated, decisive strike.

Launch the attack at the last moment before the sacrifice, using the chaos to buy time until the passage closes.

This is not just a physical blow, but a strategic blow that reduces the scale of the attack!

"How ruthless...such a ruthless mind..."

Roland muttered to himself, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

That college student from China was meticulously planned down to the bone.

at the same time.

The voice of the Blue Star's will resounded once more, beginning to announce today's rankings...