Manual of Space-Time Interference

Thumb-sized mosquito, egg-sized beetle, palm-sized round Elong...

Many juvenile Diplodocus shuttled among the grasses, nibbling on the leaves of ferns.

Pterodactyl stood on the tree trunk, stopped when he saw Dialect passing by, opened his small eyes, and looked at this creature he had never seen before.

After seeing the dialect chopping the branches, he fluttered his fleshy wings and flew into the distance...

I didn't encounter large carnivorous dinosaurs, nor did I encounter groups of small dinosaurs, but those mosquitoes caused some trouble for the dialect.

But fortunately, the fully enclosed combat uniform didn't give these mosquitoes a chance at all. After entanglement for a while, the mosquitoes flew away, which made Dialect relieved.

Stop and go, take a break when you are tired, drink water when you are thirsty, eat some military rations when you are hungry, and look at the scenery that belongs to the Jurassic period, and dialect has also reached its destination.

Looking for a place against the rock wall, he put down his backpack, then took off his helmet, took out the cigarette from his pocket, looked at it, but put it back.

If you can't smoke, don't smoke...

Dialect looked into the distance, the Brachiosaurus had turned its head and walked towards the distance, while on the other side, there were groups of Diplodocus, who were walking constantly, looking extraordinarily leisurely.

"what!…"

He stood up and screamed into the distance, as if announcing his arrival...

"Ha ha!"

However, while shouting, Dialect laughed, turned around and walked behind him, picked up the military shovel stuck on the ground, and began to level the ground.

The sun was bathing on his body, with the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains, accompanied by the occasional chirping of dinosaurs in the distance, as if to welcome this traveler who came from a different time and space.

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Time passed quietly,

The sun sets in the west, leaving behind a little residual light, which is reflected in the clouds in the distance, drawing out the slightest blush...

"hold head high…"

The roar of Brachiosaurus could be heard in the distance, as if it was drawing an end to today's world. The mountains and forests slowly quieted down, leaving only a little insect roar, adding a sense of tranquility to the forest.

Dialect put down the last alarm device, wiped the sweat on his forehead, watched the setting sun gradually set, and showed a smile.

He took out the military ration from the tent, and then took out a can of old dry dad. He walked to the edge of the cliff, sat down, and twisted the bottle cap. He raised his head and took a sip. eat up.

In the distance, the unreturned pterodactyl is still circling, Diplodocus is enjoying his dinner, and by the river on one side, a few little dinosaurs are drinking water leisurely...

The night came quietly and unknowingly, and the dialect piled up the dry wood he had found, lit it with a lighter, and a little flame lit up on the top of the cliff.

Perhaps, this is the first flame in human history!

Dialect thought, picked up the notebook and pen next to him, and recorded his own story under the gradually bright firelight...

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If it weren't for a few cramping dinosaurs, if it weren't for the howling like crazy, maybe he would have slept better last night.

With the warm sunlight in the morning, Dialect stretched out, opened the curtain of the tent, and walked out with sullen eyes.

The fire has been burnt out, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground. Looking at the newly born sun in the distance, Dialect thought about it, and took a piece of charcoal from it.

"I come, I see, I conquer! -Dialect's own handwriting"

After writing, he clapped his hands, turned his head to look at the distant scenery, and showed a pleasant smile.

He put the pistol back into the holster, then hung the rifle on his body, the military dagger was pinned to his thigh, and the Nepalese saber was placed on his back. Looking at the remaining lumps, Dialect thought about it, and brought two up.

After all, if Diplodocus or Brachiosaurus goes mad, this lump can be thrown away.

This is a grenade specially developed by the state. The power and lethal range have been improved to some extent, and the appearance of this grenade is much better than that of ordinary grenades, making it more sci-fi.

Putting on the helmet, hanging the camera in front of him, Dialect took a water bag and walked towards the river he saw yesterday.

Water is the source of life for all things.

Although there are some bottled mineral water left in the backpack, it is only the minimum guarantee for his own survival.

Through some things I saw on the tablet last night, the dialect also had a general understanding of the situation in this era.

The seemingly peaceful surface actually hides a lot of things. Mosquitoes are just a part of it. The hunters of this era are the most deadly.

Just like the bird-loving dragon I saw yesterday, it seems to be small in size, but it has a very fast speed. In addition, there are allosaurus and wild dragons, the two most powerful hunters.

But fortunately, the lethality of guns to these kinds of dinosaurs is still very large, unlike the dinosaurs in the movie, they can't even hit a piece of skin...

The branches and leaves of the trees blocked most of the sunlight, and the sparse sunlight fell on the ferns, leaving beams of light.

Maybe it was lucky, or maybe the hunters took a nap. Along the way, apart from seeing a lot of scenery that they had not seen yesterday because of their sketchiness, there was no accident.

"Wow wow..."

The faint sound of water sounded in front of him, and the dialect pulled away the grass in front of him, and the river finally appeared in his eyes.

A few stegosaurs stood on the opposite bank and were drinking water with their heads lowered. When they saw the dialect, they just rolled their eyes and continued to lower their heads. In their eyes, the dialect can only be regarded as a harmless creature. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Roar!"

The leading stegosaurus called out, and the several stegosaurs next to him raised their heads one after another, followed behind the leader, and walked towards the plain behind him.

The body is nearly 5 meters high, with four spikes, and the extremely intimidating tail is gently wagging, warning all creatures that want to approach.

Dialect looked at the direction where the Stegosaurus left, and there was a splendid scene on the plain.

The Diplodocus group lowered their heads and gnawed at the fern leaves on the ground, while Brachiosaurus nibbled at the tender leaves on the top of the tree.

After a long time, Dialect took his eyes back and put it on the river. The river was flowing slowly, but the bones on the bank reminded him that it was not peaceful here.

Not far away, there are several small dinosaurs, one of which is an ornithosaurus that has been seen before, enjoying the sweetness of the river by the river.

A huge boulder stands in the river, extending a narrow road to the opposite bank, drinking water flows from both sides, making a row of water splashes...

Dialect thought for a while, but he was not in a hurry to fetch the water back, and walked in the direction of the boulder.

It's still a long time, and I'm still young, so I should see the world more...

After slightly estimating the distance, he put away the shovel and rifle, took a few steps back, took a breath, raised his foot and sprinted, landing firmly on the boulder.

With a smile, Fang Yan got up and clapped his hands, ready to walk along the path to the opposite bank, but he didn't want the underground boulder to shake violently.

"Whoa!"

The water waves rolled on both sides of the boulder, and Dialect hurriedly lay on top of the boulder, his sight began to rise slowly, and in front of him, a long neck was slowly rising.

"hold head high!"

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