The signal was quick and accurate, and it was a far cry from the light that blinded me at the beginning. I guess the person who is currently sending me signals is Xiao Ting, who will learn and come into contact with these simple signal knowledge, whether she is in school or participating in some field archaeological activities.

I believe that they must have been so urgent that they didn't have time to come and remind me of the signal they sent me this way. Especially the fat man, I believe that there is a real danger to my life, and he will come to my rescue at all costs. But what is the danger of this signal expression? They just told me to run, where exactly? At least I don't see danger coming at the moment, and if I run in the wrong direction and crash headlong into what they say is danger, then the signal is not a life, but a fatality.

Holding back my anxiety and fear, I mouth-shaped the glowing dot and said, "Can you see me talking?" ”

The light flashed a few times: Yes.

"Who are you? Fat? ”

"Yes"

I think if the fat man gave a signal, and he could be proficient and fully grasp the language of light, this sentence should be like this: grass, who will care about your life and death except Lao Tzu. Then there is a flurry of interjections that need to be mosaiced.

"Then tell me what the danger is and which way we are going!" I could only speak slowly, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to read what I was saying. But he should have seen the angry look on my face, and his headless warnings not only caused panic, but also caused me to be angry.

"Northeast." "Swift" and "Dangerous"

These simple words kept repeating themselves, and I had to get nervous. Out of trust in the fat man, I did not intend to inquire and verify this information further, and I immediately made a dangerous and retreating gesture to the two Laotians. Then I turned my head and lip-to-mouthed in the direction of the fat man and said the last words: "See Jack?" Tell me about him. ”

The signal from the lights is: NO.

I didn't ask for news about Ah Xiang and Ah San, and the moment Ah Xiang's gun was pointed at me, he was no longer my teammate. I have a habit of being too responsible, but I don't love me so much as to distinguish between myself and my enemy. I never thought of these Vietnamese as my friends, and now that the tension has reached the point of sabre-rattling, how can I care about their lives or deaths, especially since I have decided to withdraw from this operation.

After signaling the two Laotians to follow me, I jumped into the water and walked in the direction pointed out by the fat man. The water in the swamp is not deep, but the silt below has a great adsorption power, and every step forward requires a lot of physical strength, so don't think about being fast.

It didn't take long for me to start with a sharp decline in my physical strength. I haven't closed my eyes for more than 50 hours, and last night two Laotians slept for a while, but I didn't have time to close my eyes at all. Last night, because of extreme fear, I was highly concentrated, and I didn't feel too sleepy in the smoke and fire. I've been walking in the swamp for a while, and I'm starting to blur my consciousness from exhaustion and rising temperatures, and I don't know how long I'll last, I'm sure I'll fall down if I go to the next place where there is no water, and I've reached the limit of my physical exertion.

The two Laotians are in a better situation than me, walking faster than me, and constantly urging me to go faster. They don't know what the danger is, but when they see someone contact me with light, combined with my half-dead state, then the danger must be fatal.

All the methods to stimulate my nerves have been ineffective, even if I slap my cheek hard, all I can get is a "snap" sound, and there is not much pain at all. The place where the fat man gave me the light signal, behind the side where I was going, when I was still conscious, I would turn back from time to time to make sure that I was going in the right direction. However, this state did not last long, and I gradually gave up or forgot to contact the fat man, and just moved forward mechanically. Probably the right direction.

At one point, I felt the wind blowing. The wind was a little cool, and my head regained a little clarity in the cool breeze, and when I looked back at the location where the fat man was sending the light signal, I realized that it was overcast. The whole valley was shrouded in clouds, and the surrounding peaks, which were many higher than the valley, were above the clouds.

Surge forward. As soon as the word came to my mind, lightning suddenly lit up in the black clouds. Unlike any lightning I have ever seen, this lightning bolt is not one, but many forks and heads split into the hills in the valley, as if these hills were countless lightning rods that led the lightning down from the sky.

With the sound of rolling thunder, the gloomy sky suddenly poured rain like a river bursting its banks, if this is still called rain. I felt that this rain was more like a leak in the sky, and it could not be described by the change of color of the wind and clouds, and the water was pouring down.

The water level in the swamp rose rapidly, and the cold rain lowered the temperature of the swamp, and the water level rose from the knees to the thighs, but the cold feeling spread throughout the body. The fatigue did not diminish in the slightest, but increased as the march became more difficult. The sleepiness and paralyzed nerves were slightly stimulated, and my mind gradually cleared up. By the faint light, I chose the nearest hill and led the two Laotians in that direction with difficulty.

I have not yet seen the danger that the fat man warned me, but the danger before me is obvious. I'm not sure to continue in the rain that gets heavier, northeast, to hell with it, my most urgent thing now is to find a place to stay, and if we continue like this, we will drown, not die in that unknown danger.

When the water level rose to waist, I felt like it was a luxury to walk up to that visible hill. We couldn't swim forward, and each of us carried a lot of batteries in our backpacks, which weighed enough to drag us to the bottom.

To lighten my load, I started throwing out the contents of my backpack, first batteries, then drinking water and canned food. When the two Laotians saw my actions, they also started to open their backpacks and throw things. I'm also worried that if they throw everything away, the road below will be more dangerous, and first of all, the battery will have to be kept partially.

I grabbed the backpacks of two Laotians and took them off my shoulders personally. The batteries we carried were all waterproof and waterproof, so there was no problem with soaking them in water for a short time, so I left ten high-energy batteries in each of their backpacks and threw the rest away. Everyone only left a bottle of water, and all the canned food was thrown away, leaving only the most hungry compressed food.

As soon as the backpack was lightened, our bodies floated. At this time, the water in the swamp has reached the chest of the Laotians, and this depth is basically difficult to walk on the feet if you still rely on your feet.

The target is still that hill. I couldn't speak in the pouring rain, but I pointed to the hill in the distance and swam towards it first.

PS: Thank you all for your support, I will try to write this story well.