Falling into the Cretaceous

Shen Ye counted them; there were a total of seven menacing Deinonychus.

Three of them were minors.

Their enormous mouths open from time to time, emitting dull sounds, and their serrated teeth are enough to make one's hair stand on end.

One of the Deinonychus approached the fence, its six forelimbs digging into it with force, its movements strangely resembling those of a human!

Clearly, the smell of the wounded's blood attracted them.

The people inside became panicked.

He Yun picked up the spear used for defense and tried to stab it through the gap, but she was too weak and inaccurate, so it had no effect.

The horny claws of the Deinonychus hooked onto the notch in the spearhead and pulled it outwards.

Fortunately, it doesn't have a thumb like a human, otherwise it could wrap around the stick and pull it outwards.

Human society's development of civilization is inseparable from a pair of dexterous hands, especially the thumb, which enables humans to perform key actions such as grasping, throwing spears, and pulling, thus allowing them to stand out on the stage of evolution.

"Brother Ye! If we don't save them now, it'll be too late!"

Zhang Qiming was also peering out the porthole. His unspoken message was clear: he hoped Shen Ye would order Mike and the others to rescue the people, as it was their duty.

But Shen Ye didn't do that.

His gaze swept across the surrounding forest, and in the moonlight, he noticed the bushes moving!

"Not yet. These Deinonychus are smarter than I thought. These seven Deinonychus are just the vanguard, and they're teaching the juvenile Deinonychus how to hunt. The real danger is still in the forest!"

Shen Ye said.

Zhang Qiming's expression changed slightly, and he also looked at the dark bushes around him.

Shen Ye wasn't just guessing; there's a very famous dinosaur fossil group in the fossil literature—

When two Deinonychus are hunting a prey, other adult Deinonychus surround it without attacking. This is a typical example of hunting instruction, a situation that only occurs in highly intelligent killer whale pods.

Therefore, Shen Ye had every reason to suspect that there were still a large number of Deinonychus in the bushes, waiting for them, these "snacks," to come out of the cabin.

Just then, the pressure above the cabin became too great, and the tilted cabin crashed down with a metallic hiss.

Those standing on the roof were startled by the sudden tremor, and several almost slid off the roof, but were fortunately caught by their companions.

The loud noise startled the dromaeosaurids, who fled into the dense forest like a flock of frightened pheasants.

Only a moment later.

The Deinonychus returned, and this time there were not seven, but as many as seventeen.

Whether they were provoked by something or realized that these iron lumps were actually harmless, they decided to all go out.

They cautiously approached, their heads bobbing back and forth, their round eyes watching the crowd's movements warily.

Normally, when hunting common dinosaurs, they wouldn't hesitate like this, after all, this is the first time they've seen humans and these lumps of iron.

Their patience exceeded Shen Ye's expectations.

If we can't deal with them tonight, we'll all be the ones who die.

When these dromaeosaurids got within five or six meters of the camp, they all stopped, neither advancing nor retreating, and just stared intently at the people on the hull.

"Hey, what are they doing?"

Mike shouted from above the plane. Mike was directly above Shen Ye, so he heard him clearly.

"They're waiting, hoping to trap their prey like a wolf pack—it's the lowest-cost hunting method!"

Shen Ye said.

"These beasts are just big pheasants! Brother Wild, shall we fight them?"

Zhou Jian stood next to Zhang Qiming, holding a long spear, and said.

"Don't try to spell it!"

Shen Ye paused for a moment and then spoke.

"We could die from infection if we were injured, and the bacteria on their claws are all kinds we've never seen before!"

Zhou Jian listened with growing anxiety.

"What should we do? Dr. He is still over there. If they attack again, Dr. He and the others definitely won't be able to withstand it!" Zhou Jian said through gritted teeth.

"I know that we have no other way right now unless we have guns. The sound of gunfire combined with the threat of death will not be understood by these smart guys. They will only associate the sound of gunfire with death, creating an incomprehensible fear that will make them choose to leave."

Shen Ye said loudly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiming suddenly realized what was going on.

He hadn't expected Shen Ye to be planning this, because this would not only give the person with the gun a way out, but also solve the problem.

Under such tense circumstances, Shen Ye's ability to think of this level was truly admirable to Zhang Qiming.

"Gun? Where would we get a gun!" Mike cursed.

Clearly, he thought Shen Ye was spouting nonsense and unrealistic ideas.

Shen Ye did not speak.

He was waiting, waiting for that person to admit it on their own initiative.

Everyone waited quietly for about ten seconds before someone finally stepped forward from inside the cabin.

"I have a gun here. I found it on an air marshal and just kept it safe."

The speaker was a middle-aged man, and Shen Ye and the others turned to look at him.

Zhang Qiming and Zhou Jian were both taken aback.

This person was none other than the squinting engineer, and the black pistol he was holding was a Type 92 police pistol.

The Type 92 police pistol has a 15-round magazine, a 9mm caliber, a double-stack single-feed design, and uses lead bullets. It has a range of 50 meters and weaker penetration than the military's 5.8mm caliber pistol.

"Is there only one?"

Shen Ye picked up the gun and asked.

"Shouldn't there only be one?"

The engineer paused for a moment, then asked a question. Shen Ye could tell from his micro-expressions that he wasn't lying; this was indeed the pistol he was holding, and there was only one.

Lin Ruochu said there were two air marshals, so where is the other one?

Or did his body burn in mid-flight?

Now that no one else has handed it over, he can't ask any more questions, lest he cause panic among the others.

"Who among you is a good shot? This pistol has poor penetration. I need someone to get close to them and shoot them in the heart or in the head."

Shen Ye asked.

"I'll do it!"

At this moment, Ning Yan stepped forward.

Shen Ye and the others looked at her with puzzled expressions, clearly distrusting her.

"I used to be a national first-class shooting athlete, which is the provincial team, but I've never been on TV," Ning Yan said, touching her nose somewhat awkwardly.

Just as everyone was beginning to feel hopeful, Shen Ye shook his head.

"No, you athletes use air rifles, which have almost no recoil. They're not as good as me, a newbie who's only handled a few pistols."

Shen Ye shook his head.

He spent a week at a shooting range in Russia playing with pistols. It was because of this experience that he realized how inaccurate real pistols are. They can miss the target even within five meters, let alone hit the heart of a Deinonychus or the head behind its big mouth.