The wind is blowing

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"Get down, hold hands," I yelled at the group of people who were sitting dumbfounded, unaware of what was going to happen.

Before we could rest, a new disaster struck, and a tornado blew from the sea. This tornado is not an accident, this tornado often occurs in New Guinea, it can sweep away an elephant, fortunately the tornado we encountered is not the most terrible, what we can do is to lie down together, grasp the vegetation on the ground, but there is no vegetation here, we can only hold hands to increase our weight, the two Filipinos who are convenient in the distance are so panicked that they don't know what to do, they stand up in a panic, and their buttocks are not wiped. The Germans and I clutched each other's hands so tightly that we didn't even dare to open our eyes, because if you accidentally got caught in the sand, it would mean that you would be blind from now on. After about 20 strokes, I felt the wind slowly drift away, the wind seemed to stop, I let go of the German's big palm, wiped the dust from my face, and quietly opened my eyes.

"The tornado has passed," I patted Shiratori with my hand as he pouted his buttocks.

He lifted his face towards the ground.

"Holy," he said, spitting out the sand from his mouth.

"Oh my God, hell," the old black looked at his lower body, which was covered by sand.

"Help me, man," I called to the German next to me, who couldn't move anymore because the lower half of my body was covered with thick grains of sand up to my hands.

They dragged me out of the sand.

"It's all right," the German said.

"Hero, why were you buried before you died," the old black said with a grin.

"No kidding, see if everyone else is okay" I dusted myself off and turned my gaze to the crowd.

They, too, like me, were half buried in the sand. People are coming out of the sand, and I always feel like something is missing, and by the way, the two pooping guys are gone.

"Child, where's my child," a Filipino woman cried.

"Help find out if there is anything under the sand" I appealed to all, people began to pick up the mountains on the sand with their hands, the wind and rain disasters are merciless, people have affection, no one dares to slack off, everyone is desperately digging, not a corner wants to miss,

It was Sharia who found the child "here", and she cried out to us excitedly.

The child was buried in the sand about 10 centimeters.

We worked together to dig up the child, and luckily the child was unharmed. The child, who is from the Philippines, was traveling with his mother to the island of Maminqin'e when all this happened.

Since he was buried in the sand for so long and still alive, we gave him a name. Called coconut, Shiratori said that the child was a miracle, and he thought that this child must be the son of God Jesus, but the Bible does not record that Jesus had a son, so he said that the son of Jesus was called Jesus, the same as coconut.

Because of his young age, we used to call him Little Coconut.

Little Coconut is a cute elf child, he has a pair of crystal clear eyes, and it feels like his eyes can speak.

"Thank you, Brother Hero and the rest of my brother for saving me," Little Coconut took the initiative to thank us.

Later, we dug through the nearby mountains, but we could no longer find the two Filipinos who were, and we were sure that they had been swept away by the wind. This is the first time we have lost two people in a difficult situation, and people's hearts can't help but become heavy.

No one knows what's going to happen, maybe they'll be swept away by the wind in the next second, or killed by something else, and people are starting to feel that it's a luxury to be alive.

After the tornado, there was a dead silence. Strange New Guinea weather is just that.

"I think I'll be able to get some sleep," Shiratori said, stretching comfortably as he lay down on the sand.

"Good night, everyone," Shiratori said to us, pointing to the sky.

People started to rest, I still couldn't sleep, and I was already suffering from severe insomnia a few nights before boarding. To be precise, I haven't slept for a few days except for a few hours on the plane, but I still don't feel sleepy at all.

"Isn't it raining, man?" said the old black as he sat up and touched his clothes.

The water from the shore spilled on his face and clothes, and wet his clothes, so he thought it was raining.

"Run, the tide is coming." The Germans suddenly shouted frantically. People have become frightened birds, and when they hear the word "run", they panic towards the other end of the mountain.

The Germans knew a lot about science, and I felt like he was a prophet. Sure enough, the sea is rushing towards us. There is no way, we have to escape, I don't want to be carried into the vast sea by this raging tide.

I ran in the middle, and the little coconut ran next to me, he was very slow, and he saw the tide behind chasing us like a water monster, and if we were not fast enough, the tide would overwhelm us, and the low tide would bring us back to the sea.

I picked up the little coconut, he was a very thin child, so it was not difficult to pick up.

"Run up there." I shouted as I walked.

I still outran the tide with the little coconut, but not everyone was so lucky, the last two were from Spain, none of us knew their names, but we all knew that they all had beautiful wives and were among us. He ran at the rear, and I felt that the tide was no longer rising, so I put down the little coconut.

"Brother, why are they still in the water?" The little coconut pointed to the two Spaniards in the tide more than 10 meters behind me.

"Little Coconut, you keep going up," I said.

The Spaniards were already flooded with the tide, and their wives saw that their husbands had not come up, so they turned their heads and tried to go back, but I stopped them.

"Don't go, let's run, hurry," I said.

"No, I'm going down," she said, crying.

"If you go down, when the tide recedes, you will also be swept into the sea."

"I'm going to save him" She is a very stubborn woman, both of them are very stubborn, the strength of the Spanish woman is so strong, I can't catch the two of them, one of them broke free from my hand and ran down.

"Old Black, catch her, don't let her go down." I shouted. The old black reacted quickly, ran over and grabbed her hand, but she did not want to leave, she struggled desperately, the tide was still rising up, and if we didn't run, we would be drowned by the tide, but I must not leave them behind. I slapped her on the back with my hand.

"Why didn't you get dizzy," I said. The Spanish woman looked at me fiercely. I wanted to stun her and run up with her.

"Run away, girl, you don't want to live, but I don't want to die yet." Old Black begged bitterly.

I slapped it again, and the Spanish woman really made me dizzy.

The "Black Run" water has overflowed into our legs. Lao Hei saw me running away with a stun Spanish woman on my back, so he learned from me, but he couldn't shoot no matter how he patted, and others looked at me and felt that Lao Hei was beating a Spanish woman.

"No matter" Lao Hei still couldn't knock out the woman she pulled back, he hugged the woman's legs, like camel cement, and ran up with the woman, and the tide was not so fierce.

After a few minutes, the tide rushed into the sea, and I turned back but I could no longer see the two Spaniards, who must have been carried away by the sea. It was only after seeing the tide recede that I let go of the Spanish woman with peace of mind. We've lost two people, and I'm counting them carefully, and thirty more, and people are running out of breath. They were like getting out of the water, drenched by the tide. I told them to stop and rest

"Slap" A loud slap fell on the left side of my face, the Spanish woman was not grateful for saving her, she blamed me for why I didn't save his man, she didn't know how powerful this slope tide receded, I didn't explain, she slapped me twice and ran away. I can relate to the pain of losing her husband.

A woman who loses her husband is a widow. Women, in the Filipinos, are called black widows. Woman, from that time on, we called her spider, because there is a kind of spider called the black widow. Women, this name was given by Lao Hei for them, and the other is called a fierce woman, which means very fierce. The Spanish woman didn't know what the name we gave her meant, and they didn't bother to understand the meaning of the name, it didn't matter to everyone what it was, the only thing that mattered was how to get out alive.

The spider and the Han woman are both authentic Spaniards, Caucasians, with white skin, blue eyes, and curly yellow hair, and they look really beautiful.