As soon as he finished speaking, the brown bear hunter grabbed the rope and jumped down the cliff under the gaze of everyone, and the white horse passed through the gap, and his feet had stepped on the opposite cliff. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The rope was only thirty meters long, and it was still far from the ground, which was why he decided to swing over.

There were many bushes growing on the opposite cliff wall, I saw him stretch out his left hand and grab a thick branch, and his right foot kicked the raised part of the cliff wall, carefully moving downward, before his hand had to scatter the branch, he took a deep breath, brewed for a moment, flew and jumped, and landed on the bush a few meters below.

Suddenly, there was a click of the bush, which meant that the small trunk was overwhelmed and was about to break, and he instantly struck a spirit, and he didn't even have time to be afraid, so he decisively jumped towards the larger bush below, this time with a height of ten meters, and his stomach happened to hit the trunk, and it hurt him for a while.

Getting up, he stumbled upon a vine here, and immediately frowned, grabbed the vine and waved proudly to his companions.

The companions on the opposite cliff have long been amazed by his performance, even this one.

"My God, doesn't he know that he is afraid?" said Hans, staring at his grinning face.

Just visually measuring the height of the jump just now is enough to make people feel weak.

"He knows, except that he's braver than all of us, and he's quick. Zheng Fei replied.

"Well, I guess not, I'm definitely a lot braver than him!" Santiago patted his chest and proudly gave himself a thumbs up, "Take that avalanche, for example." ”

Zheng Fei gave him a blank look: "Then are you agile?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, then you jump over there. ”

"I ...... Alas......" is speechless, embarrassing.

Santiago clung to a tree in distress, his face pressed to the bark in contemplation.

In this picture, people can't help but feel that he is expressing: I am a person who has been abandoned by the captain and the world.

Zheng Fei laughed, looked back to the brown bear hunter, and gestured for him to continue.

"Look, we're all in the audience in this scene, he's the only performer. ”

The sailors, including the natives, had no objection to this, knowing that few people dared to do it just by swinging a rope to the opposite cliff, let alone descending the cliff with their bare hands.

The consequences of being stubborn are very serious, looking down at the two-hundred-meter-high cliff, their legs and stomachs are weak.

It took the brown bear hunter ten minutes before he finally stepped on solid ground, and lay on the ground with his limbs stretched out as if relieved, gasping for air.

Physically speaking, he is not tired, but his psychology has been tormented for up to ten minutes, he is also a human and afraid of heights, the difference is that he likes the stimulation brought by this fear.

After lying down for about two minutes, he looked at the quiet and peaceful blue sky, turned over, picked up the clear and sweet spring water, and washed his face, which was full of joy in the reflection of the spring water.

A hole, a huge hole! Beside this hole, there are dense footprints!

Stunned, he put his hands in front of his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and let out a long howl.

"Looks like there's something going on down there. Zheng Fei's face was solemn, and he said to everyone: "Now we have to think about how to go down." ”

The sailors whispered, and you and I gave advice word by word, which became more and more outrageous.

"Let's swing over too!"

"Why don't you wait for the eagle to take us down, haha!"

"No, no, no, we should pray with sincerity and move God with sincerity, so that He will use God to send us safely to earth. ”

"Hmph, your methods are too troublesome, if you want me to say it's better to jump straight down!"

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"Shut up for me!" Zheng Fei couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his throat and roared, and his angry appearance made the sailors shrink their heads and close their mouths in amusement.

"It's not a joke, the brown bear hunter is down there alone now, even if he has great ability, he can't get up, do you want to leave him behind?"

Hearing this, the sailors silently lowered their heads, ashamed of their previous words.

Santiago was still holding the face of the tree and sticking to the trunk, but listening to Zheng Fei reprimanding the sailors, his heart was much more comfortable, and he raised the corner of his mouth and patted the trunk a few times, and suddenly a flash of inspiration.

"Hey, you can make rope from straw, that's what you taught us. He said to Zheng Fei excitedly.

"I thought about it just now, but the cliffs on our side are bare, and even if there is grass, it is all hard and withered, and it is not strong. ”

"But there's one on the cliff opposite, so you can collect it. ”

"Oh yes?" Zheng Fei looked into his expectant eyes and said, "How can you come back here after the harvest?"

Santiago triumphantly touched the bridge of his nose and patted the trunk of the tree beside him.

"Cut down the tree and push it in the opposite direction, and the other end of the tree will get stuck on the cliff wall, just walk over the trunk and walk back. ”

Zheng Fei was slightly stunned.

Fantastic idea, even I didn't think of it.

This time, he gave Santiago a heartfelt thumbs up, and the others echoed the agreement, clapping and whistling.

Finally regained face, Santiago gladly accepted everyone's praise, with a word written on his face - cool!

"Alright, start sawing trees!" Zheng Fei ordered loudly, facing the cliff, he took the wine jug and took a sip.

When many sailors saw this scene, they couldn't help but wonder: Didn't the captain's flask give to Clint last night?

Due to Zheng Fei's peculiar habit of drinking while standing on the side of the ship during the voyage, he likes to throw the jug into the sea), his consumption of jugs is very large, sometimes using up several in a week, so as early as Venice, he bought a whole case of silver jugs, and every time he came out, he would bring a few, and if he couldn't bring them, let Santiago bring them.

The setting sun gradually sank into the majestic West Mountain, casting a worrying afterglow to the world.

The reddish-orange sunset appeared in the distant sky, painting the huge blue canvas with a strong stroke, magnificent and magnificent.

It was against the backdrop of the sunset and the sunset that the sailors were shirtless and hummed and pulled up their saws, not feeling tired, but thinking that it was a rare pleasure to be able to cooperate with their companions to do something meaningful.

It's just that it's easier said than done to cut a tree thicker than Santiago's waist with a short saw?

They need to ignite their enthusiasm with fire.

"Come on guys, let's sing a song!"

The afterglow fell on their excited faces, making their joy even fuller.

......

It looks like an endless sea

People like us like sleepless dreamers

I crossed the sun-drenched avenue and passed them

Our cottages are full of joy

Small disasters give us hope again

Sometimes the rain comes because the world needs moisture

...... (To be continued.) )