Manual of Space-Time Interference

Some things are actually more suitable to keep in memory.

When the youth has passed away, the years are gone, and when I look back suddenly, thinking of the past bit by bit, it will be a kind of beauty, a light smile...

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The road down the mountain is very muddy. The further down you go, the more slippery the mud becomes, but on the contrary, the ground becomes smoother.

Supporting a tree, Dialect took two breaths and looked forward.

Going up the mountain is easy, going down is difficult...

Dialect sighed to himself, the trousers were already covered with muddy water. Fortunately, the combat uniform was designed with a waterproof coating, so apart from the cold feeling, there was no wet feeling.

He took off the mineral water next to the backpack, Dialect took off his helmet, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip before putting it back.

Wiping his mouth with his hand, he looked at the heavily flooded ground in front of him, he took a breath, put on his helmet again, and took his own steps.

The **** leaf was covered with water droplets, and the body that had been lowered by the rain of the past few days only raised his head slightly now.

When the military boots stepped on the stagnant water, one could clearly feel the feeling of being soft and slightly sunk. When the feet were raised, the water splashes were stirred, and ripples appeared.

And in the place where the dialect walked, the stagnant water began to become turbid, and some insects lying on the water's surface stayed away...

After the heavy rain washed away, the trail that he had traveled before disappeared naturally, which forced the dialect to take out the military shovel again.

In fact, after he descended the mountain, he could stop and wait quietly for 5:00 in the morning.

But after looking at the time on the watch, I realized that it was less than 4 o'clock. After thinking about it, Dialect felt that he could continue to stroll around and see the Jurassic after the rain...

A few small fish can be seen from time to time in the stagnant water, which should be the unfortunate people who came from the river when the rain flooded.

Several large mosquitoes were flying in front of him. Dialect waved his hand, picked up a shovel and chopped off the branches in front of him before continuing to walk forward.

Mosquitoes are like this, you can smell blood everywhere, and in summer, the season when mosquitoes are most infested, you can hear that annoying "buzz!" sound at any time...

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The heavy rain for nearly a week has washed this place, bringing not only monotony, but also food shortages at this time, especially for some carnivorous creatures.

But for herbivorous creatures, it doesn't have much impact. What they eat the most is the queer-leaf plants that can be seen everywhere on the ground.

"Roar……"

A roar sounded, but it seemed weak, a huge head sticking out from behind a tree, with reddish-brown skin and sharp teeth.

This is a savage dragon,

Red means danger, and also shows the power of this dinosaur.

It looked around, but couldn't see any target. Since Shouzhu caught a bird-loving dragon nine days ago, he has been hungry for nine days.

"Roar!"

The barbarian dragon roared again, a lump of hot air came out of his nose, walked out from behind the tree, and ran towards the distance.

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"Huh!"

Dialect put the military shovel aside, leaned against a tree, took a few breaths, looked at the already dim sun, and glanced around.

no mosquitoes...

Then he took off his helmet, and the fresh air surrounded him again.

Taking out the military rations and mineral water next to the backpack, Dialect leaned against the tree trunk, looked at the sky, and ate his own dinner.

In different places, watching the sunset has different feelings.

Although the leaves above blocked a part of the scenery, the dim sunlight still fell from it and was refracted above the puddles, making the forest colorful.

And the faintly exposed corner of the setting sun adds even more beauty...

"Roar!"

Indifferently, a loud roar came, and Diaoyan's hand holding the water bottle trembled, almost not falling to the ground.

"I go……"

Dialect unhurriedly twisted the bottle cap on, and then prepared to put it back into the mesh bag next to the backpack.

In his eyes, Allosaurus is a kind of dinosaur that pays more attention to tradition. In the battle between the two, they first confront each other, show each other's momentum, and then fight.

But this time, the dialect did not encounter Allosaurus. The prefix of this dinosaur had the word "barbaric", which meant that he did not have the same brain as Allosaurus.

The sound of trampling on the puddles began to sound, and the dialect was stunned, looked up and looked forward, then instantly dropped the things in his hands and rushed to the side.

"Roar!"

The barbarian dragon brushed the dialect's body and roared, turned and looked behind him.

Dialect quickly stood up, took out the pistol, opened the safety and loaded it in one go, and quickly aimed at the head of the dragon.

The body is stronger than that of the Allosaurus, and the reddish-brown skin also lets the dialect know that this is a barbarian dragon, and the brain is full of tofu dregs.

If it weren't for the fact that it was the largest carnivore in this era and had the strongest bite force, he would dare to judge that such a dinosaur would never survive a TV series...

There was some mud on his face, and some muddy water in his mouth.

"Bah! Bah!"

Dialect vomited, and stopped until he felt better in his mouth. He was not nervous about the wild dragon acting alone.

Maybe, you can get a little booty?

Dialect thought, looking at the wild dragon not far away with great interest,

Red is a dangerous color, but at the same time, it makes it so conspicuous all the time.

"Roar!"

The barbarian dragon let out a roar and charged towards Dialect again, starving, making him angry~www.novelmt.com~ becoming more brutal...

Dialect squinted his eyes, although his thoughts were a little erratic, but the pistol pointed at the head of the dragon never moved.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dialect pulled his index finger one after another, and 6 gunshots sounded almost instantly.

The power of general pistols is not as powerful as that of rifles, but high-power pistols such as M500 revolvers and sand eagles are not so applicable in actual combat.

Therefore, in order to pursue accuracy, speed, and reduce the impact of recoil, even if the pistol on Dialect is specially developed, it is not very powerful.

But at the same time, the reduced recoil and the increase in speed also allowed him to fire 6 shots in an instant and accurately cover the position of Manlong's eyes...

"Snapped!"

The running wild dragon fell into a puddle halfway, causing a wave of water to pour on the dialect not far away.

"Ah!"

Dialect shook his head, walked to the side of the wild dragon, looked at the dying wild dragon, and said, "Actually, you are not wrong, the fault is that you met me at this time..."

The barbarian dragon's slight whimper ceased, and his pupils began to dilate, leaving only the body's subconscious neural response, which kept shaking slightly...

"A souvenir!"

Dialect watched and took out the military dagger.

Just like the wolf tooth, what he thought was to pry off the biggest tooth in this wild dragon's mouth, and take it back as a souvenir...

He pulled open the mouth, which was nearly one meter wide, and a stench came out. Because he was not wearing a helmet, this time the feeling became more intuitive.

"Yuck!"

Dialect retched and covered his nose.

This savage dragon hasn't brushed its teeth for a long time...