I sat down beside Shiratori in despair. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Together, we cast our eyes on the blue sky outside, and we were desperate, our plane was as high as the door.

Water from small puddles in the marshland occasionally overflowed.

He pulled out the dagger he had with him, spit his saliva on it, and wiped it clean with his own clothes.

As he did this, his knife became much brighter, shining in the sunlight that came in through the window.

The water overflowing from the iron plate occasionally brought in one or two water locusts.

After the water was spread out from the iron plate, a few water locusts could be seen scattered around, and the less daring girl screamed in fear.

Water locusts without water have almost zero attack power.

The old black slashed him open one by one with a dagger, and he sat like this purely to find something to do, to restrain his fear of watching death approach step by step.

"Gasoline, this thing is afraid of gas oil" Lao Hei carried a water locust that had just been shaved by him.

"Where is the fuel tank? If we find gas, we will be saved" As soon as we mentioned gasoline, suddenly we all called, and we were like we really grabbed a straw after falling into the water.

Shiratori ran to the captain's side, forgetting that he didn't know Filipino at all. Later, after my inquiry, I finally learned that the fuel tank of the plane was in the wing, and my hope was dashed at once, and it was impossible for us to remove the gasoline from the wing.

Because as soon as they went out, one of them didn't pay attention, and they fell into the swamp.

"I'll go, I'll try, I'll climb up and help you take the gas oil off."

The Germans volunteered.

"German, be careful" Shiratori gave him a little concern

"I'm also Chinese, don't call me a German anymore" The German once again declared his ancestral origin.

But that didn't stop us from calling him.

We brought in suitcases and stacked them at the door of the plane, so that the Germans could step on them and not be harassed by the locusts. The German stepped on the suitcase, and judging that it could withstand him, he stepped on it.

Climbing from the door to the wing was not an easy task, and most people sweated for him.

He grabbed the protruding parts of the fuselage with both hands, the strength of ordinary people is not enough to move his body up, the German is a soldier, so he still has enough strength.

Due to the excessive force, the blood vessels in his face swelled, and he was about to burst.

The protruding parts of the fuselage were garden-shaped, and he was held like a balloon, and the Germans pressed their bodies against the iron plate like a gecko, and he managed to climb up, and he had to walk across the sleek fuselage to reach the wings. He stood up. Cautiously walk towards the wings.

"Dangerous" Shiratori stared at the German's every move the whole time, and his voice fell, and the German's feet slipped and slid down the iron plate, and he grabbed another protruding round-shaped part with both hands again.

The Germans judged their abilities, and I figured that he would not have the strength to climb up again. He glanced at the wing a few times, he did something that surprised and surprised us all, he glared at the fuselage with his foot, he let go of his hand and jumped towards the wing. He managed to grab the wing. He managed to reach the tank. Standing in front of the door, we were dumbfounded.

"Awesome," Lao Hei's brows that had been frowning relaxed.

"Shiratori, how did you know that the two who grabbed the cigarette were Japanese," I sat down and chatted with Shiratori.

"Didn't I say that I studied Japanese, the first sentence seems to be for me, and the second sentence is for me." I don't know if he learned it or heard about it, and I don't remember a word of what he said about Japanese learning.

I only remember that he said that he was going to Japan to study Japanese and to be a Japanese traitor and betray the Japanese. As for whether he said it was true or not, it doesn't matter if he is there, in any case we are saved.

The Germans put the gas oil in the bottle and threw it over. Shiratori, who had taken the gasoline, did not know how to be polite, and as soon as I knew how to do it, he quickly covered all the places where he could show his skin, and I could no longer find any white spots in him except for his teeth and white eyes.

"Lao Hei, your long-lost brother has appeared" I know that as long as it is a humorous word, Lao Hei will call immediately.

"Good brother" Lao Hei did not forget to tease the white bird.

"Gua Wazi" Shiratori casually said a Northeast mantra.

The Germans have successfully returned, and we have all become Shiratori, and the first bottle of black lube that the Germans have taken is the black lube thrown by the Germans, and the rest is gasoline, so Shiratori is the only one who paints himself black.

"It seems that you must know how to be humble," he said disappointedly, touching the lube on his face and looking at us who didn't have to be.

All of us are ready, everyone smells of gasoline, and we will be saved as long as we can successfully get through this swamp under our feet.

"How do I get there?" asked me.

I didn't answer him, but put my hand in the small puddle, and when I heard the movement, the water locusts swarmed, and they didn't dare bite me.

"This guy is really afraid of gas, and we succeeded," I said, turning to the Germans.

I decided to be the first to go, and as soon as I stepped on my foot, nothing happened, and when I moved my other foot, my foot seemed to be grabbed by something, not that there was some monster in the dirt, but that the soil itself had the power to attract.

"Pull me a hand," I said to the old black man who was sitting in front of the door.

"What's the matter, hero, it can't be that there are some monsters in the ground," Shiratori said with a mouthful of words.

"Shut your crow's mouth, I've told you about fifty times, friend." Old Black knocked the white bird on the head again.

He reached out to me his big palms and pulled me up with all his might.

"What's the matter, man," said the old black, who gave me a place at the door of the machine.

"The dirt is too soft to walk."

"What then?"

Seeing that the plane was about to sink. Shiratori was anxious again, in fact, he was a guy who was afraid of death.

"It's okay, I got a long rope and a travel bag, a box or something"

Everyone on the plane was busy, and soon the door was full of all kinds of bags and old boxes. I tied one end of the rope to my hand.

"Wait a minute, I'll drop a leather bag, step on it, one after another, leave one end of the rope here, I'll take the other end, and when you go down, remember to lie on your stomach, hold on to the rope, and I'll pull you over one by one." Since the rope was long enough, we didn't worry about pulling it once, I walked in front, my feet on the purse, threw it in front, and over again, I paved a trail of purse, and since the purse was hard, it could ride me through the swamp. The Germans followed me, and the bag trail could only pass two people, and after the Germans passed, the bag trail no longer existed, the gasoline played a role, and the water worm never attacked us again.

"Grab the middle of the rope and jump down on your stomach." They did as I said, and the Germans and I tried our best to bring the people in the swamp, and because the rope was long enough, the people on the swamp pulled the middle of the rope, so the other end was still on the other end of the plane, and the more people we pulled, the more force we had, so we simply pulled five or four people at once.

By the time we finally pulled everyone to the hard ground, most of the entrance to the plane had been covered with dirt. We managed to escape from the swamp, just in time for dusk, so everything around us was dyed golden.