Zhang Xiaohu and the others hid in the cave, and the cold wind blew out from the depths of the dark cave, mixed with a fishy smell.

Ling'er covered her nose and said, "Why is it so stinky, it looks like entering a pigsty." ”

Zhang Xiaohu sniffed the smell carefully, looked at the footprints on the ground again, and suddenly felt cold behind him.

"Sister Ling'er, don't make a sound, let's slowly retreat outside." Zhang Xiaohu said while pulling Ling'er out.

"What's the matter, it's raining outside." Ling'er didn't realize that this was actually a tiger's den, and maybe there was a Siberian tiger lying inside.

After coming out of the cave, Zhang Xiaohu dragged her out of the place for a few miles, and then she was relieved.

"It's too hanging, it was a tiger's den just now, but fortunately, no tiger found us." Zhang Xiaohu sat on the ground with his ass.

When Ling'er heard this, her spine was numb, and her legs were weak.

"Mom, it's all the way you led, take me to the tiger, you still call Xiaohu, you love to find your family so much, you go by yourself." The more Ling'er thought about it, the more she was afraid that she would be in a bad mood in the past few days, so she cried loudly in this barren mountain and wilderness.

"My sister Ling'er, don't cry, this movement really brought the tiger back." As soon as Zhang Xiaohu said that he had summoned the tiger, Ling'er immediately sobbed and stopped crying.

The two of them looked around and saw that the water was now pouring down from all over the hill and had overflowed their feet.

"Let's find a bigger tree first, go under the tree to take shelter from the rain, and then go to the princess and them when the rain stops." Zhang Xiaohu picked up Ling'er and walked towards the high ground.

The flash flood in this old forest is coming, one second it was still good, and the next second, before the two of them walked a few steps, the flood poured down from the mountain in an instant.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't have time to react at all, he only felt as if he had been kicked violently under his feet, and the whole person instantly lost his balance and fell into the water, but his hand was holding Ling'er and never letting go.

Neither of them knew the nature of water, Xiaohu ate a few mouthfuls of water, and gradually lost the strength to struggle, it's over, it's all over.

Zhang Xiaohu, who gave up struggling, calmly waited for death, and at the same time he felt that there was no movement on Ling'er's side, and it was a comfort that you and I could die together.

Just after he gave up struggling, a miracle happened, Zhang Xiaohu actually floated face up on the water, he coughed a few times, and spit out the water in his stomach.

One of Xiaohu's hands was still dragging Ling'er, and Ling'er was also floating on the water at this time, but she was facing down.

Xiaohu wanted to save her, but as soon as he tried hard, the person began to sink.

"Grab the rope!" Suddenly, the sound of the old smoke pot came from the front.

Xiaohu looked fixedly, and the old smoke pot downstream tied a rope and threw it to the crooked-necked tree on the opposite bank, so that a blocking rope was erected horizontally on the water.

There is only one chance, and Xiaohu must hold on to the rope or he will have to die both.

Zhu Wanqing and Wang Qi helped to fix the end of the rope to the stone, and then held their breath and waited for them to float over.

Xiaohu is missing a little finger in his left hand, and it is not easy to grab the rope at once.

The old smoke pot did not stop, he broke off a branch and stretched it out to the surface of the river, once the little tiger could not hold the rope, there was still a chance to catch the branch.

Xiaohu's eyes were firmly fixed on the rope, and when he was about to reach the front, he rose into the air with the help of internal force, clamped the rope under his arm with his arm, and finally stabilized his body without letting go.

"Great!" Zhu Wanqing shouted happily.

The old smoker pot did not slack off at all, and the two men could be washed away at any time, and they had to get people ashore to be safe.

"Can you move it here?" The old smoke pot saw that Zhang Xiaohu's face was pale, obviously he was physically exhausted, and it was impossible for him to climb over by himself, not to mention pulling a person.

"Let go, she's dead." The old smoke pot continued to shout at Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu now doesn't even have the strength to shout, he pulls Ling'er with one hand and holds the rope in the other, the physical exertion is huge, at this moment he has no other way but to shake his head to the people on the shore and say that he will not give up Ling'er.

"Let go, or you won't survive." Wang Qi also shouted anxiously.

Zhu Wanqing looked at Zhang Xiaohu's resolute and helpless eyes, and understood his intentions, he didn't want to lose Ling'er, he was eager to accompany her.

"Old man, can you untie the other end of the rope, let's find a way to pull them up." Zhu Wanqing was in a hurry and called out to the old man of the old smoking pot.

The old smoke pot looked at Zhu Wanqing with strange eyes, and then took out a short-barreled flintlock pistol from his big jacket.

Zhu Wanqing had never seen a gun since she crossed over to Daming, and she was also taken aback when she suddenly saw this old smoke pot take out a gun from her body.

The old smoke pot charged the gun, loaded the projectile, and then raised the gun to aim.

Boom!

Zhu Wanqing was prepared, but Wang Qi on the side was taken aback.

I saw that the old smoke pot broke the other end of the rope with one shot.

"Pull it!"

The three of them worked together and pulled the two out of the water little by little.

Zhang Xiaohu and Ling'er were already unconscious when they were pulled up, but Xiaohu was tired and still panting.

Ling'er is already out of breath and has no pulse.

Zhu Wanqing had taken a first-aid class at school before, and she still knew how to order CPR or something, so she immediately gave Ling'er cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

The old smoke pot saw that the female doll was kissing and pressing, so he hurriedly went up and pulled it away.

"What are you doing, are you saving people like this?" The old smoke pot didn't care about any CPR, he directly hung Ling'er's two legs on his shoulders, carried her upside down, and then ran in circles.

The old smoking pot ran up and down, and the water in Ling'er's stomach, which was hanging upside down, was slowly turned upside down.

"Alright, now you can press it." The old smoking pot put people on the ground, and Zhu Wanqing hurriedly went up to continue doing CPR.

Finally, after pressing for about ten minutes, this Ling'er finally had a faint breathing and heartbeat, Zhu Wanqing was tired and panting, and she asked Wang Qilai to replace her.

Wang Qi saw that he wanted to blow mouth-to-mouth, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"It's important to save people! Hurry up, I don't have the strength, just do as I do, press ten times and blow once. After Zhu Wanqing took her last breath, she was about to run out of oxygen.

Wang Qi stepped forward and just wanted to press it, but Ling'er opened her eyes by herself.

"She's awake!" Wang Qi shouted excitedly.

In a haze, the first thing Ling'er saw after waking up was Wang Qi.

He just held on to me and didn't leave me, huh? He seems to have kissed me, and he said he didn't like it, so why save me, hehe, man, duplicity.

The old smoke pot and Wang Qi worked together to lift her onto the sleigh, but they didn't expect this thing to come in handy so quickly.

The two masters pulled the sled, Zhu Wanqing helped Xiaohu, and the group found a big tree to take shelter from the rain for the time being and recover their strength.

Zhang Xiaohu and Ling'er both fell asleep after a while, and the old smoke pot checked his baby gun, which had to be maintained after use.

Wang Qi followed the direction pointed by the old smoke pot to find a clean water source to fetch water, while Zhu Wanqing baked cakes by the fire for dinner that day.

"Girl, I don't think you are from an ordinary family, what are your origins?" The old smoker asked while wiping the gun.

"You are worthy of being an old Jianghu, you can't hide anything from your eyes, we are from the palace." Zhu Wanqing felt that after the test of life and death just now, the old smoking pot was trustworthy, and she could no longer hide anything from it.

"Palace? Are you a princess or a mother? The old smoker asked with a smile, apparently a little unconvinced.

"Do you think I look like a mother?" Zhu Wanqing also smiled.

"That's the princess, okay, the princess is the princess. It's just that this old forest doesn't recognize the high and low of people, heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are dogs, and in the face of danger, you and I only have one life. The old cigarette pot put away the gun and lit it again.

"By the way, old man, where did you get this gun, it's a Bolaipin, right?" Zhu Wanqing asked.

"I exchanged two bags of wheat from the woman of the Rakshasa country, and I didn't make it as good as our Daming, but it's a pity that I lost the Daming in the Ussuri River a few years ago, and now I can only use this one." Speaking of the women of the Rakshasa Country, the old smoke pot seems to be still reminiscing about something.