I have to admit that I didn't come up with a way out, even though I was racking my brains. Faced with the trusting and relying gaze of two Laotians on me, I ducked away and looked to the reddening horizon to the east.

I am not a savior, and I need a savior to rescue me in this desperate situation. Even though we didn't see the red ribbon in our sight yet, I knew that when the smoke cleared, the crimson snakes would appear in front of us.

It dawned quickly. When the morning glow reflected the red sky, the thick fog that shrouded the valley seemed to evaporate and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Similarly, the smoke that could have stayed for a while dissipated without the obstruction of the fog. The sun rose in the sky as usual, and the three of us looked at the water, waiting for death to come.

The three of us are like three sculptures standing in the middle of this dry land. After a long time, surprisingly, there was no image that frightened us. The two Laotians hugged each other excitedly and cried with joy. Of course, I was equally happy, and I felt a sense of prostration for the rest of my life.

In order to confirm that the snakes had really retreated, and where they had retreated, I and the two Laotians once again set up arhats. I have decided to withdraw from this operation, I did not take into account that the operation is so difficult, and therefore my preparation is very inadequate. But the Vietnamese were no more prepared than I was, and it seems that they did not know what danger was here, and I had no intention of continuing this reckless act. Of course, I'm going to find Jack first, and I'm not in the habit of leaving my teammates behind.

This time I stepped on the shoulders of two people, to be more steady, and to observe for a longer time.

In the sunlight, I could see the swamp very clearly and far away. No matter which direction you looked, the red ribbon formed by the gathering of a large number of crimson snakes had disappeared, and the eyes were full of dark green grass, and the occasional turquoise water wave flashed out of the grass gaps. I checked our position against the compass, and soon determined where we had come down to the swamp, and it was easiest for us to get out of here by returning to where we were. There is the rope we left behind.

The marshland is like a huge canyon with a big drop from the surrounding mountains, and we have to make a lot more effort if we want to find another way out. For the two Laotian mountain people, it may just be a little more difficult to climb, but for me it is a little overcome. In the case of the place we came down, the valley floor to the ridge was almost a cliff, and the height was even more daunting, and I would not have been able to climb to the ridge without a rope.

Of course, from my current position, there was no place for us to enter the swamp, there were at least two hills in the middle, and all I could see was the ridge of our entry into this valley. It was the lowest part of that section of the mountain, and from a distance it looked like a pot bottom had sunk out of the ridge, like a stove.

The hill where we rested during the day was not in my sight, that didn't matter now, and we just had to look for the slightly sunken ridge to get back to where we started. Saying that there are creepy scorpions on the hill where we have landed, don't say that I am already planning to abandon this operation, and even if I were to continue, I would not risk going up the mountain for the sake of the equipment left on the mountain.

But to find Jack, I need to find the place where we parted, the location of the orange-red band of light that made Jack run like crazy. I have no memory of this part of the road, I ran desperately to intercept Jack, and I didn't have time to discern the direction, and then I met Buazon, and under his leadership, I came to this dry land in a daze. In this case, we must also return to the bushes where Ah Xiang and Ah San rested, and from there we can straighten out our thoughts and directions in order to find that position.

I jumped on the ground and first conveyed a message to the Laotians that it was easy for me to express and understand: find Jack and we will go home.

My acting skills became more and more proficient, and the two Laotians immediately understood what I meant. They didn't seem to understand the difficulty of finding Jack, but they were very excited to find Jack and go home. Looks like they're fed up with this hellish place.

I can't express the specific plan of action to them, but I just told them to fill their stomachs first and then set off. Everything that could be burned on this dry land was burned clean, and we had to drink water and eat some dry food.

I quickly filled my stomach, tucked my pant legs into my boots, and started tying leggings. At this time, I suddenly heard Buazon scream, and when I looked up, Buazon looked at the ridge in the distance and jumped up screaming.

The three of us sat around on the tarpaulin, my back was facing the ridge, and the other Laotian had just eaten and was tying his shoes with his back to the ridge, only Bu Asong was facing the ridge. When I saw Buazon's expression, I quickly looked back behind me, and suddenly a blinding light almost blinded my eyes.

I didn't show the same horror as Buazon, but the light was so glaring that I had to close my eyes. This light came from a distant ridge, very close to the depression of the ridge where we entered the valley, and it was a light that was mirrored to us by reflecting the sun's rays. Even though I closed my eyes, I could feel the light shaking violently between my eyes, as if to convey something.

In order to prevent my eyes from being blinded by this light, I had to stretch out a hand to block the light slightly before I opened my eyes. The light locked on me from the moment I faced the ridge, and the initial illumination of Buazon must have been just to get my attention, and the man who gave it was undoubtedly fat, and he was the only one who would have come up with such a bad idea to express his displeasure at not calling him. But at this moment, this dazzling light made me feel extremely relieved and longing. I hope the fat man can help me find Jack, and if he can find me, I should be able to find Jack.

However, in order to appease the fat man and prevent him from doing anything more radical, I immediately took out the satellite phone from my backpack and gestured to the position of the light to make it mean that the phone was broken. Apparently this explanation did not make the fat man accept, and the light shook more violently on my eyes.

I cursed in anger, but suddenly remembered that the fat man had a scope there, and he should be able to read the shape of my mouth. So I immediately slowly mouth-shaped: I got lost with Jack, can you find him?

The chaotic flickering light suddenly stopped, and it seemed that the fat man understood my mouth shape and accepted my explanation. I took the hand that was in front of me, but the light suddenly found my face again, and flashed a few times.

I was so angry that I yelled: "Dead fat..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and I suddenly realized that these few flashes of light seemed to convey something to me. Sure enough, the light flashed quickly again, and this time because I paid attention to it, I could see it clearly, it was three flashes, three long, three flashes. This is repeating a message: danger. Come on!

PS: Today I saw a friend leave a message in the book review area to help promote the book, thank you very much. Frankly, the reader's propaganda is important and effective. I hope everyone can learn from Lei Feng!