The sound of the huge water was like thunder, and if it weren't for the safety rope on the fat man's waist, the three of them would have fallen into the deep pool below together.

Now this situation of not going up and down is even more fatal, the characteristics of those baby insects are becoming more and more obvious, they are already half insects and half ghosts, and their ugly faces make people dare not look at them directly. They are climbing down the cliff from the gourd mouth, quickly outflanking us.

I hung headfirst down from the vines, the dark green water below me dizzying, and I struggled to turn my body around. This move was too big, and the vine that hung the three of us broke again, and the body fell again, almost breaking the waist, thanks to Shirley Yang hanging on the rock wall with a pickaxe, and temporarily found a point of focus.

I smiled wryly, "This time I really stabbed the hornet's nest." As he spoke, he lifted M1A1 up and shot the two half-worms that had climbed to the top of their heads, one of which rubbed against my body as it fell, and the smell was disgusting. I quickly pressed my body against the cliff, so as not to be driven by its fall, and rolled into the deep pool with it, and falling into the water from such a high place was no different from jumping off a building.

Shirley Yang hung on the cliff and shouted to me: "Old Hu, these vines won't last long, we have to move to the plank road quickly." ”

I replied, "But this is a fateful act, so ask your God to manifest a miracle." ”

I turned my head to look at the fat man beside me, he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, he clung to two or three old vines, the safety rope on his waist was stretched straight, and the pitons on it were probably no longer able to support his weight, and the gravel and dirt were falling down.

The plank road was originally under our diagonal, but after the sudden fall just now, it was almost parallel, but there was no grass in the middle of a few meters, and if you want to go over, you can only grasp the vine and the climbing rope like a pendulum and swing it left and right, and wait for the power to accumulate, and finally swing to the plank road.

I handed the M1A1 submachine gun to Shirley Yang: "You cover me, I'll get the fat man over first, then you, my highness." In this case, there was no room for negotiation, Shirley Young climbed on a thick vine with one hand, pressed the butt of the gun with one hand, and shot the barrel of the gun on the pickaxe hanging from the rock wall, changing angles from time to time, knocking down the babies who crawled closer.

I hung the backpack on the fat man, raised my feet and kicked his ass violently, the fat man was kicked by me, and immediately understood what I was going to do, and shouted: "Ye is here to fight, not to fucking acrobatics......"

Before he finished speaking, the fat man had already swung in the direction of the plank road with a trill, but due to insufficient strength, he swung back less than thirty degrees. The rattan that the fat man grabbed was rubbed by the sharp rock, and the two Titicacas were broken, and the climbing rope was stretched even tighter, and it was about to break.

I knew that I had to do my best this time, only a climbing rope could not bear the fat man and the heavy bag of equipment, and there was only one last chance left, and if I didn't succeed, I had to go to the pool to catch him.

At this time, I suddenly heard the typewriter-like strafing sound of M1A1 stopped, it is estimated that Shirley Yang's ammunition has been exhausted, and the remaining drums are in the backpack, and there is no way to reload on this cliff.

I overexerted myself, my mind was already blank, and I only heard the fat man's "whoop" voice in my ears, and at the same time when the climbing rope was disconnected, the fat man had fallen on the stone slab of the plank road, but the lower body was still hanging outside the broken plank road, and the plank road, which was not close to us, was crushed by him at this time.

These ancient plank roads are spiral from top to bottom, a turn around the cliff cliff to build, we have seen the embankment that cuts off the flow of water when we enter the valley, when the original construction, presumably these waterfalls have been intercepted, so part of the plank road is through the waterfall, and then it must have been washed away by the waterfall. The fat man was in a broken road, he smashed a few stone slabs, but finally climbed up, lay on it and was terrified, only a small half of his life was left, and he kept chanting Amitabha.

I helped the fat man on the plank road, and the two vines I relied on to support broke one more, and the only one left was also in danger. Looking up at Shirley Young again, she was reversing the butt of the M1A1 and knocking out a worm that had grabbed her shoulder. The abominable insects formed a meniscus-shaped encirclement that had enveloped us both.

I quickly jumped upward, hooked an old vine on the side with my hand, and shouted to Shirley Yang, "It's time for you to go, go quickly." "This is not the time to be humble, Shirley Yang stepped a little, swung his body to the plank road, and repeatedly swung to accumulate strength, I also wanted to do the same thing when I saw this, and raised my foot and kicked her ass.

Shirley Yang also raised his feet, supported me on my feet, and bounced towards the plank road with his strength, and then let go and landed next to the fat man. By this time, the fat man had come to his senses, took out another Chicago typewriter from his backpack, and shot the scabs around me into the deep pool one by one.

However, although M1A1 has strong firepower, it is like a drop in the bucket at this time, and it can't stop the wave of half-human and half-worm monsters like a tide. However, there may be secret materials for insect and ant control on the ancient plank road, and these guys dare not approach the plank road, but they all hug me.

I threw away my sapper shovel and mountaineering pickaxe while swimming, and I only had a Russian-style paratrooper knife on my body, which was difficult to use on this cliff, so I had to pull out the mountaineering pickaxe that Shirley Yang had inserted on the cliff and cut it indiscriminately.

Under the cover of the fat man and Shirley Yang's double guns, although I have no worries about my life for the time being, I am surrounded by groups, and I only want to protect myself, and I have no time to withdraw and swing to the plank road.

Shirley Yang had an idea, and was about to throw a rope to meet me, but the vine I was holding on to had been gnawed off. These thousand-year-old vines are very tough, but they are like a pack of mad dogs that have lost their minds, and they don't care that the barbs in their mouthparts are broken, and they bite the rattan and don't let go.

At this life-and-death moment, I exerted 200% of my body's potential, and felt that the old vine was loosened, and before my body began to fall, I jumped sideways and grabbed another rattan, but in this way, it was a little farther away from the plank road.

No sooner had my hand grasped the rattan than a red-eyed man suddenly leaped down from the air, hanging right on my back, grinning four large barbed mouths and biting me on the back of the head. I suddenly felt that the wind was blowing, and the secret path was not good, so I hurriedly tilted my head so that it bit into the air. It turned its head and bit again, and I couldn't avoid it, when I saw the pink flesh thorns in the strange mouth coming straight at me to bite.

A string of M1A1 bullets flew past the skin of the back of my neck, and the head of the leasured man behind me was knocked off by the neck, and I only felt a heat in my neck, and the back of my head was splashed with a lot of insect blood.

I didn't care to see if it was the fat man or Shirley Young's gun, but the shooter who saved my life must have thought that if I shot the worm's head, it would definitely splash poisonous worm blood into my mouth, so he shot it off its neck with precision. Although Shirley Young's marksmanship is also excellent, her shooting lacks a ruthlessness; can directly hit the vital point, and the one who is so accurate under his hands should be fat.

The pickaxe in my hand was firmly bitten by another worm, and I was trying to shake it off with all my might, when suddenly three more people jumped from the cliff, and like the one that had been knocked off the head earlier, they pounced on me, two of them were killed in mid-air by Shirley Yang and the fat man's M1A1, and the remaining one jumped on my back.

There was still a headless insect corpse behind me that could not be shaken off, and now another one was added, and the rattan in my hand could no longer bear it, and immediately broke, almost at the same time, supporting my firepower, the second insect head was also smashed into pieces, but I lost my center of gravity, and there were two headless insect corpses hanging behind me, flipping backwards in the air and falling straight down.

I only heard the sound of water in my ears, and fell straight to the deep pool under my head and feet, all I saw in my eyes was dark green, where I could clearly distinguish between the southeast and northwest, only a circular sky light swayed, and the vertical cliffs around me were like iron walls, and at this moment it was like falling alone into the eighteen-story underworld cave, infinitely far away from the world.