The South China Sea Returns to the Ruins Chapter 33 The King Squid (II)
I happened to be beside him, and I saw that Gu Chai was already stunned, although he was the remnant of the dragon family who penetrated the sea, but he still belonged to the toad in the well and had never seen much of the sky, so he didn't know how to react at all. I was eager to save people, and pulled out a cold spark from the diving bag, and patted it desperately to pass it behind Gu Chai back, the white fire in the water made people's eyes shine, just poked at the inside of the king squid's tentacles, under a burst of white smoke, the dense sucker contracted rapidly, and retreated in fright, driving the turbulent water like the autumn wind turning over the leaves, almost sucking us into the bottom of the water.
The falling cold smoke illuminated the bottom of the wreck, and it could be seen that the bottom was the wreckage of many ancient ships, and between the blades of the shipwreck propeller, there was a cloud of things, which seemed to be the lair of the king squid, which had two tentacles with the longest legs, and usually used them to catch fish and shrimp for food, at this time, one foot was retracted, and the other wrist and foot still poked along the hull of the ship. The fat man and I threw away a few emergency cold fireworks that we were carrying, and the king squid was afraid of the fireworks and had to wave their feet again and again.
I know very well that the wrists and feet of the king squid can drag pigs and cows into the water, and once they are wrapped in it, they don't have to wait for them to be dragged away and eaten, and they will break their muscles and bones on the spot and die. But it is trapped in the cave, the distance to stretch is very limited, only to climb up the middle of the sinking can escape, but tired of dealing with these two python-like wrists and feet, where can it pull out to the water?
Seeing the tentacles covered with eye-shaped suction cups attacking again, I reached into the bag and felt that the cold smoke had run out, and although the speargun was highly poisonous, it was quite effective against smaller sharks, but it was useless to shoot the squid king, who had rough skin and thick flesh and was as large as a mountain. I saw a huge tentacle stretched out behind me, and immediately it would shoot down, the fat man and Gu Chai panicked, everyone wanted to use a diving knife to stab, I thought to myself that the dragonfly is difficult to shake the pillar, how can the diving knife used for self-defense hurt it in the slightest, but at this time except for the dying struggle, what can be done?
I suddenly had an idea, made a dive gesture to everyone, grabbed the nearest Shirley Yang, and followed a downward turbulence straight to the bottom of the water, the fat man also grabbed Gu Chai by the arm and followed, the two connected to prevent being swept away by the undercurrent, and in the wreckage cave of various shipwrecks piled up, soon came to the propeller at the tail of the wreck. Everyone held on to the huge paddles to hold their bodies, and at the same time, the wrists and feet of the king squid poking out of the gaps in the propellers were still close to the wreck in the position where we had stayed before, and the narrow area behind the paddles was a blind spot that it was difficult to reach.
I put away my diving knife, and under the light of the diving flashlight hanging on my chest, I looked at the squid's wrists and feet wriggling in front of me, and pointed to the propeller fan page to the other three people, so that everyone could push together. The other three immediately understood my intentions, and swirled the paddles under the water, using them as a winch to cut off the wrists and feet of the king squid.
The front axle of the propeller of the wreck has been broken, and the blades that have lost their fixity can be idled by the current, and it is not difficult to rotate it under the water, and we know that the king squid is very powerful, and the propeller may not be able to cut off its tough wrists and feet, so as soon as it comes up, it will use all its strength, and it will not be merciful, and it will not be ruthless. The king squid in the depths of the cave was unprepared, and as soon as the paddle blades turned, its bowl foot was immediately twisted inside, and streams of dirty blood flowed out, and it panicked under the pain, and did not compete with the meat churner at the tail of the sunken ship, but wanted to pull out the injured wrist and foot with the rotation, but unexpectedly the paddle blade was tightened, and Qi Gen was cut off a tentacle, and the other was only half connected, and when it understood that it was too late, the remaining short feet in the cave quickly stretched out to twist the paddle blade in the opposite direction, and finally pulled out the remaining tentacles that were seriously injured.
The bottom of the water was mixed with its blood, and it spurted out thick ink from the startled pain, and it was even more stained to the point that it could not be seen from the fingers. As soon as its main wrist was broken, the remaining short wrists were not much of a threat. I touched the rest of my companions and pushed them up, and they received the signal to quickly climb the wreck and swim to the surface in the dark turbulence.
Everyone was a little lost and depressed, and my heart was beating wildly, swimming out of the bloody and intense water, and seeing that the other three were not injured, I quickly gestured to each other and left the dangerous bottom as much as possible. However, when returning to the surface after diving, you must proceed slowly and rhythmically according to the plan, and you must stop near the decompression line for a while, otherwise the diving disease caused by the change in water pressure will cause bubbles in the blood, which will be fatal, so although you are in a hurry, you don't dare to rise rashly.
As we climbed the hull of the wreck and swam to the break in the central hall of the Marisanne, the turbulent surge under the water had gradually weakened. The sharks in the wreck are still inside, and the huge cracks in the hull allow them to enter and exit freely, or they can be led away by the blood underwater, and in any case, it is very risky to swim directly through this gap.
Judging by the position of the wreck, our Sea Willow Trident was stranded above the remains of the stone pillars, the gap between the stone pillars was narrow and cramped, if it could be used well, it would be a safe way to retreat, and the team swam to the ruins of the stone pillars.
By this time, I had run out of oxygen in my scuba and had to alternate with Shirley Young on a respirator. I used a diving flashlight to shine a light on the surrounding terrain, and the ruins were unimaginably magnificent, and I couldn't think of what kind of buildings so many huge stone pillars were, and how they were built in that primitive production environment, even if I couldn't see the whole picture in the water, I could feel an invisible deterrence from thousands of years ago, and I couldn't help but wonder what the haters who used to live here wanted to do.
I asked everyone to prepare to slowly surface in the gap between the ruins of the stone pillar, according to the plan, but when I saw Gu Chai holding the short knife, his whole body trembled for a while, and I knew that he was probably a little nervous just now, which was not because he was afraid, but because his nerves were too tense under the great danger and pressure, and the muscles of his whole body trembled and it was difficult to control it. The U.S. military believes that this phenomenon is different from the psychological illness of "bullet shock", but a kind of suggestive response of nerves and muscles in a state of tension, which is related to the innate nervous coordination system of the human body. When I led the troops to fight on the front line, there were also young soldiers in the company who had this situation, and at that time, we generally relied on ideological work to relieve pressure, such as swearing a few words, telling some jokes, etc., which could have some obvious decompression effects. But there was nothing I could do in the water, and I was worried that something would happen to him, so I had to let the fat man hold him in order to keep him safe.