What should have come is still coming.

When I noticed that the Lao man was behaving strangely, I knew that something would happen, and he wouldn't behave like this for no reason. The moment the water tumbled, I reacted. The cyclops were stuffed into my mouth again. I'm going to face unknown dangers with my hands free.

The cyclops has a groove in its tail that allows me to bite it, otherwise it would have been lost in the first few dangerous encounters. But this design also made me have an inexplicable resistance when I held it in my mouth, and if it wasn't for the urgency of the situation to the point where I had to spare my hands, I would be reluctant to put it in my mouth. In particular, its diameter, which fits so well with a certain feature of the human body, makes me vomit just thinking about it.

After freeing my hands, I involuntarily reached for my pistol. Out of a sense of self-preservation, I don't know what danger I'm going to face, but I only have this pistol except for my teeth.

Bu Asong also held the stick in front of him, his legs clamped the wood, and leaned forward slightly, I saw that he had the idea of jumping into the water to rescue another Laotian in a critical moment. It's too risky, the currents and whirlpools here can swallow him in an instant, and I don't think it's an option. But I couldn't convince him, or even express my thoughts accurately.

I immediately gave up the idea of persuading him, and I thought that if the person on the other side was fat, I would not give up. I quickly pulled the bundle of rope out of my backpack and tied one end of the rope around Buasong's waist and the other around my own waist. In this way, no matter which of us falls into the water, as long as the other person is on the log, he will be pulled up.

As I tied the rope to Buazon, Buazon glanced back at me, and in the blinding light of the cyclops, I saw water in his eyes. However, he didn't speak, and he didn't show too much emotion, so he should have been too nervous and depressed.

I understand his feelings.

If he really chooses to jump into the water desperately to save people, then when I pull him back, there is also a possibility that he will be pulled into the water, or even more likely. If I hadn't tied the end of the rope to my waist, I would have been safe, but there was absolutely no way I could pull him up. The reason is obvious, in order to prevent him from being swept away by the current, I first have to make sure that I am on the wood. At this time, the most important thing is to grasp the wood, and I don't have the ability to grab the rope while grabbing the wood.

After this period of cooperation, I have a certain tacit understanding with two Laotians, especially Bu Asong. He glanced at what I was doing, and the expression on his face was noticeably lighter, probably thinking that he wouldn't die easily. I think there's a certain amount of trust that we've built up between us.

At this time, the water that rises upwards like boiling water reaches a high tide, and with the rising water, countless tiny blisters appear in the water, turning the water near the wood where the Laotians are lying on their stomachs a white patch. And the water level seems to have been raised a bit.

Suddenly, the Laotian and his wood flew.

Even though my attention was already high and I thought about all the possible scenarios, the change caught me off guard. I shook my head and let the cyclops' light shine into the air. Luckily, the aperture of the cyclops flashlight was set to its maximum, and although my reaction didn't keep up with the Laotian's speed, it didn't make him fly out of the aperture of the cyclops.

The Laotians in the air and the wood have been separated, the wood has broken in half and is falling, but the Laotians are still flying upwards, and the direction of flight is our flow path. He hung up, and I muttered to myself and quickly grabbed the wood. If he lands in our lane, we can really save him, and what I have to do is to illuminate the direction where he fell into the water and prepare for Buazon to jump to save people.

The Laotians drew an arc in the air and fell into the water in a posture of Van Persie's fish leaping to the top, I really don't know what the Laotians think, maybe to increase the area of the falling water, so as not to sink to the bottom of the water all at once. But if such a pose is slapped flat on the water, it will also shoot people half to death.

Fortunately, his posture had the expected effect, and the Laotian only sank slightly in the water, and immediately surfaced. The moment the Laotian fell into the water, Buason jumped into the water in front of me.

I was ready, the pistol was long back in my arms, and I rode on the wood, holding on to the rope that was falling into the water with both hands. The one-eyed beast in its mouth always shines on the Laotian at the front. Bu Asong could not have been faster in the water than the wood flowed, but the Laotian in front of him had not landed on a very accurate course, and if he deviated a little, Bu Asong had to swim to the Lao man and catch him before the log could drift past.

It was definitely a difficult task, the place where the Lao man flew down was not far from us, and the speed of the log down the river was far faster than the speed of Bu Asong's lateral swimming, and if Bu Asong could not catch the Lao man during this time, I would have to help him make a choice, pull him up, and give up rescuing the Laotian.

I don't need to do anything for the time being, just set up the lighting, but I have to be ready to drag one or two people up until the rope is tight or Buason catches the Laotian. Frankly, I'm under a lot of pressure too.

The Laotians flew far enough, it should be said that they flew from the far right side of our channel to the left side of the channel. Of course I didn't believe he was capable of flying, but I didn't have time to pursue it, at least I couldn't have seen the cyclops in the direction he was taking off.

The one-eyed beast in my mouth restricted the movement of my neck, and the current of water kept changing our position, and I did not dare to have the slightest time for the light of the cyclops to leave the Laotians, or even the slightest time to wander. But I knew that it was pitch black where there was no light, and that there was a great danger approaching me or Bu Asong or another Laotian. I couldn't do anything but feel creepy and chills down my spine, and even prayer was a luxury for me, and my highly concentrated attention didn't allow me to be distracted in the slightest.

The log I rode quickly overtook Bu Asong, and I rode on the wood face forward, at which point I had to turn my neck so that the light of the cyclops would always shine on the ups and downs of the Laotians. Buazon has entered the aperture of the cyclops, which is a good sign that I finally see him. My flashlight could only shine on another Laotian, and I could only guess Buason's progress, and now two people appeared in the aperture at the same time, and they were close enough to see each other's faces.

I gradually turned my neck and twisted my head back in a very exaggerated way, a position that tested the flexibility of my neck. But I couldn't turn my body around, because this kind of large rotation would make the lighting unstable, especially on this piece of wood, and I couldn't do it when I needed to concentrate a lot.

PS: On Monday, what about the support that was good? This part of the story should be very tight and intense, and I try to write it as much as possible, but time only allows me to write a little bit every day, which may tarnish the compactness of the story a little. I will check the manuscript before uploading, and if there are any mistakes, please let me know. Thank you.