I don't think so. After all, breaking through this level of natural danger is already a declaration of transcending oneself and challenging fate for those who are fighting against heaven and earth. This alone is believed to be the reason why many people are fond of the trials of the ancient horse gang.

While thinking about it, the team had already crossed most of the people and horses in an orderly manner. Thankfully, so far, there have been no accidents in our caravan, which also makes Ma Guotou Gesang very excited, but years of experience in horseback telling him that this kind of small achievement is not something to be proud of at all.

Therefore, when we walked up, his expression was still heavy, and he didn't talk nonsense, just silently helped us check the zipline and the buckle that fixed our bodies in turn. Only by being like him, always preparing for the worst, can he stay calm, control the overall situation, and let every horse and foot behind him who riskes his life have enough courage and consciousness to risk his life.

"You go first." When I came to the river, I thought about it, and let Sharon pass first. For no other reason, if Sharon is in danger, I can still summon the spirit and save her in more than ten seconds. Of course, if it goes well, I definitely don't want to show my magic in front of everyone, so it's better not to show off too much.

Sharon naturally understood what I was thinking. Seeing that I confessed, he did not hesitate, and neatly set up the zipline according to the methods of his predecessors, and with a kick, he swung from the edge of the cliff at this end, along the rope bridge, to the opposite bank.

Although it went well, I was not surprised at all when I got a breath of air. She was originally such a calm and brave person, and she was naturally able to do what most people could do. Regardless of my preference for her straightforward personality, my assessment of Sharon comes almost entirely from an appreciation of her abilities.

Next, the process of slipping across the river with the white deer boy in my arms was also extremely smooth. After leaving the godchild, the child had slowly returned to normal, showing an unexpected calmness, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of natural danger.

It's just that the horses on the other side didn't pay much attention to it when they saw this, after all, their hearts were still hanging over their companions on the zipline.

"Sizzle!" While waiting, a sharp whistle came across the river, and we who were anxiously waiting in the cold wind couldn't help but shiver deeply.

"What's wrong?" When I heard the movement, I didn't care about untying the fixed rope on my body, and turned my head to ask the local brother surnamed He before.

"Someone fell overboard!"

His face was pale and bloodless, and he knew that he should have seen a similar tragic scene before.

The sharp whistle looked a little poignant in the roaring roar of the river, which was naturally the distress alarm signal agreed by the horse gang. It was sent urgently by Uncle Gesang after seeing the danger, and when the others heard it, they all hurriedly stopped what they were doing, tensed their nerves and looked at Jiang's heart.

It was dusk, the sun was dimming a little bit, and when the men and horses fell into the river, the sound of "cooding" did not even drown out the roar of the murky river, and most people, including Sharon and me, did not see who had fallen into the river. Moreover, the person who fell into the water was either frightened or looked away, and he didn't even shout, I don't know if it was too late.

By the time I untied the ropes that had held me and the White Hart Boy in place with Sharon's help, and arrived at the river, there were only rolling waves, a few crates of heavy and floating containers, and horses and horses and horses in the water.

People and animals are not like dead things, after falling into the water, they will try to rush out of the water under the instinct of survival, but they do not know that there are many undercurrents stirring in the bottom of the river with potholes, too anxious, it is easy to be swept by the turbulent torrent on the way up, in case it hits the craggy strange rocks at the bottom of the river, it will faint on the spot, and the heavy will be crushed.

On the contrary, those lifeless cargo boxes can drift with the current, as long as they do not collapse in the first few minutes of falling into the water, they will basically surface later, telling the helpless people the tragic fate of those who have fallen into the water. Therefore, this kind of big river that collapses by ziplines has been passed down from generation to generation in the middle of the horse's feet as a ghost gate that devours living creatures.

And after today, it is estimated that the family of the person who fell into the water will not forget the new name when they go to the ancestral hall to talk about it.

Looking across the bank, Uncle Gesang's expression became more and more solemn, he knew that the horse's feet that fell into the water were more and more auspicious, so a pair of eyes were only fixed on a breath that was still there, and he was already frightened and his soul was not possessed, and his hands trembled and hung on the other horse's feet on the rope that rotated and reverberated in place.

This slip bridge has two ziplines, and all the way up to me, it was a slip on one side and a cargo on the other. So nothing went wrong. Listening to the onlookers at the time of the incident, when it was the turn of the two people who had an accident, I don't know whether it was because of experience or because they were afraid that the newly bought mules and horses would be frightened, the two brothers who went on the zipline insisted on taking the mules and horses together, and as a result, one of the ziplines was estimated to be in disrepair, and finally broke off overwhelmed.

Although the man carrying the goods was fine, his brother, the horse with the pony, slipped into the river with the man and the horse. Before a few bubbles bubbled, they were swallowed by the merciless river.

At present, the horse driver who was trembling and hanging on the surface of the river was also frightened, and if it weren't for the fact that his companion had brought down some of the goods in the basket on his back when he fell into the water, it is estimated that he would have been unable to support it and would have fallen into the water.

The situation was urgent, and I was still calculating whether I would be able to save the person for the duration of the night owl form under the headwind of the river if I used Vipassana channeling, and a high-pitched whistle echoed in the river breeze echoed behind me.

"Ah Jiumei's horse gang is here!"

"I'm so lucky, I've saved ......"

By the time I reacted, a few veteran horsemen around me were already in ecstatic commotion. Especially the deputy pot head who followed Uncle Gesang for the longest time before before heard two crisp whistles in response, it was as if he had been rescued, and he was anxious when he was across the river and couldn't get Ma Guotou's instructions.

What's so special about this Ah Jiu Mei's caravan?

Along the way, we did not meet peers or passing by the caravan, but I also heard the little brother surnamed He who gradually became acquainted with each other said that on the ancient road, the caravan is adhering to the spirit of helping each other, a caravan in distress, after the whistle warning, the nearby caravan will hear the sound and come, everyone works together to tide over the difficulties.

And now, as the bells jingle from far and near, several horsemen in military uniforms dressed differently from our team in Tibetan robes have rushed over lightly. The man riding the horse with the red bell was a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties, weather-beaten, with dark skin and red skin, and a missing front tooth.

I saw her sweep the zipline on the river with a sharp gaze like Uncle Gesang, and she already knew the current situation, and after nodding slightly to the deputy head of our team, she turned her head and waved her hand to the two young people in their twenties behind her.

Uncle Gesang on the other side of the river probably vaguely saw the situation here through the afterglow of the setting sun. I saw that he hesitated for a while, and finally responded to the two long and one short whistles, and listened to the little brother surnamed He explain that this signal has two meanings: one is to let the companions who have lost their sliding force and are stranded on the river save their strength and wait for rescue with peace of mind; The second one is that it was decided to let go and let the team of the female horse pot head start to carry out the rescue.

Seeing this scene, I was also a little curious, and I couldn't help but hold back my internal qi, and with the people who gave way to the three of them, I watched the means of a few uniformed horsemen.

The female horse pot head was probably accustomed to this kind of high-profile treatment, and she didn't stop, explaining something to the two young and strong men as she walked, and after a while she came to the edge of the cliff where the zipline was broken.

I saw a man at the moment when she tied the hemp rope to her waist, his arms were already relaxed, and he climbed the only remaining zipline very dexterously and agilely, and as soon as his waist and back were closed, his feet had already wrapped around the swaying zipline, and the person was hanging upside down under the rope.

Just when everyone's hearts and livers were raising their throats and eyes, and they were sweating for him, the young horseman was already using his hands and feet, and his limbs were tacitly cooperating with each other, and he stretched his body like an upside-down caterpillar and moved quickly towards the horse's feet in the middle of the river.

The river wind howled, like a dragon's groan. The young horseman was unmoved, and against the headwind, which became more and more clammy and cold after the sun had receded, he took three steps and took a break, ignoring the roar of the turbid waves below him, and climbed steadily and safely in front of the horse's feet hanging in the heart of the river.

He came to the frightened horse's feet, and simply hung upside down on the zipline like a golden hook with his legs, and with his free hands he reached out the short knife at his waist, and slashed several times in succession, cutting the rope behind the horse's feet that had lost his soul, and pouring all the coarse salt that was wet by the turbid waves and looked very heavy as if it had been poured into the river.

The whole basket of coarse salt is worth the expenses of a family of four for several months, but human lives are at stake, and the two trade-offs can only save people first. After the young horserider relieved the burden of the trapped man, the horserider who had been trapped before eased his strength a lot, and after the young man knotted the string on his skateboard, the two of them finally moved slowly towards us one after the other.

Originally, after unloading the burden, the zipline had risen to a height and could slide, but the two hemp ropes were broken and the balance was unstable.

The people and horses on both sides of the cliff were not idle, seeing that the rope bridge was swaying under the impact of the river wind and turbidity waves, and there was a danger of capsizing at any time, hurriedly under the command of the two horse pot heads on both sides of the river, they stabilized the wooden piles at both ends of the rope bridge, so that the two people who were steadily moving slowly for a short distance on the river were slightly less bumpy.

Finally, with the full cooperation of everyone, the two of them finally arrived safely on the side of the cliff where we were. I was still calculating, after breaking one zipline and halving the traffic efficiency, it was estimated that before it was completely dark, the caravan should not be able to come over, the middle-aged woman with the thick hemp rope wrapped around her waist actually jumped over and climbed the only remaining zipline.

A closer look shows that the zipline that was broken just now had been recovered and untied by the companions on both sides of the strait when the young horserider rescued the horse's feet in distress. And when the female horse's pot head was folded and carrying the hemp rope, another young horse driver under her command also neatly tied the rope end to the stake at this end with a flat and stable dead buckle.

It turned out that she was planning to repair the zipline bridge with broken hemp rope.

When I realized the plan of the female horse pot head, I was really surprised. It stands to reason that she should let her strong men complete this work as before, but she didn't expect that she would actually do it herself and do this life-saving work herself.

"It's worthy of Ah Jiumei, it's been more than 30 years, and her skills are still the same as they were back then." Seeing this scene, the old deputy pot head also touched his gray beard and gave a thumbs up. In terms of age, he should be one round older than Uncle Gesang and the female horse pot head, and he can be regarded as old and strong. It's just that the horseman pays attention to the combination of physical strength, experience and will, and according to himself, this is probably the last time he will walk this way. Tomb Hunter East White