I opened my backpack and didn't take the pistol out of it, just pressed the bullet in the backpack by feel. Looking around, everyone else was asleep except for the Laotians who were keeping vigil with me. I quietly slipped the pistol into my arms.

I sat back down with a little peace of mind. I didn't let him see what I was taking from my backpack, though he might have guessed.

There are still more than two hours, and sitting still is not an option. I try to do some simple communication with him, such as a name or something, which is easy to understand and easy to communicate. Soon I learned that his name was Buazon, that he was thirty-three years old, and that he had two children at home. As soon as I came into contact with him, I knew that he liked to talk to people, and even if he didn't understand the language, he would babble and gestion while talking.

Soon the communication between the two of us became his one-man show. He spoke very quickly, and kept saying things to me that I didn't understand, like reciting a mantra. But after listening to it for a long time, I heard a word with a high probability of appearing, Kumantong.

So I interrupted his chatter and said to him at my speed: "Gumanton? Then he made a puzzled face.

Buazon seemed to be excited, pointing to the thick fog outside the fire and saying incessantly: "Kumanton, Kumanton..."

I kind of understood, he seemed to mean that there was something like Kumantong in the fog, or something like Kumantong that created the fog. This is not the same thing as Ah Xiang's head dropping, but what is Kumantong? The language barrier is really troublesome to communicate.

I was already scratching my ears and cheeks in a hurry, and Buazon looked more anxious than I was, making all sorts of strange gestures with both hands, and the expression on his face showed signs of twitching. It suddenly occurred to me that the fat man knew Laotian. I quietly walked around the fire and took my backpack, took out the satellite phone, turned it on and dialed the fat man's phone number, and there was a beep on the phone with no signal. My heart suddenly became nervous.

The main reason for getting these two satellite phones is to facilitate contact with the fat man, and this situation has disrupted our plans. The problem is that we believe too much in satellite phones and do not have a backup plan, which means that if the satellite phones cannot contact them, we will not have a second communication channel for our two groups, and poor communication may have uncontrollable consequences. As far as the fat man's temper is concerned, it is very likely that he will rush down, the fat man is okay to say, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, so that the leech ding has the right to donate blood, Xiao Ting is a tender girl who wants to let the leech bite her body, and she will not faint in fright.

The backpack we brought down before we came down, who would have known that it was a swamp down here, only the important equipment was waterproofed, nothing else, it must have been damp. I hurriedly opened the phone case and took out the battery, and there was no sign of water inside. I thought it wasn't like that, if the phone got into the water, I shouldn't even be able to turn it on, I just turned it on, and I was able to make a call, but it was a sound without a signal.

I put the phone together, turned it on and dialed it, and there was still no beep of the signal. I dialed a landline number again, which was my parents' house, and there was still a beep of no signal coming from the phone. I glanced up at the fog overhead, could it be that the fog was blocking the satellite signal? This is too inconsistent with common sense in physics. But there is no way, I can only throw the satellite phone in my backpack and wait for the fog to clear tomorrow and then try to contact the fat man.

Buazon also repeated there "Kumantong, Kumantong." The expression grew more and more frightened, as if it was a terrible thing. The problem with my annoyance was that fear was a contagious emotion, and his fearful expression and incantation-like tone made me feel a chill hit me and goosebumps on my body.

Impatiently, I interrupted him again, and pointed to my head, signaling to him that my head hurt from his noise. Buazon looked at me and suddenly showed an unbelievable expression, pointing at me like a ghost and shouting, "Kumantong, Kumantong." ”

I was so angry that I almost went crazy, and I even wondered if this guy had taken drugs just now, which was too much in line with the euphoric state after taking drugs. But I immediately realized that he was not pointing at me, but behind me, and my brain buzzed, and I turned to see a blue glowing thing, approaching me in the thick fog. The fog was too big to see what it was, but the blue light was too large to be a lighting fixture, more like a luminescent creature.

My nervous throat ran dry, and I shouted at the blue object, "Who." Shoot without speaking. ”

The blue light object was fast, getting brighter and brighter towards me. My mind had already been messed up with by Buazon, and he was still shouting at the Gumantong that made me nervous. Whatever this luminous object was, I had no reason to let him come closer. Of course, this thing will not be fat, the direction is wrong, even if the fat man is reckless, the location of the landing island should be in the opposite place, not to mention that the fat man does not have the function of light.

I didn't wait any longer, and when I didn't get a response, I quickly pulled out my pistol and fired fifteen rounds out of the magazine as fast as I could. I could see that the luminous object seemed to dim a little and its speed had stopped, but the bullet did not hurt it very much, and before the barrel of my gun had cooled down, the blue luminary began to rush towards me at high speed again.

The bullet should have traveled far in the still night, and for some reason, the sound of the gun was not very brittle, but a muffled sound. The sound of my gunfire immediately woke everyone up, in fact, Buazon's shouting had already woken most of them, but his neurotic display went unnoticed, and was prompted by swearing and a shoe.

The gunshots are different, they are definitely danger warnings and do not require verbal explanations. As I lowered my head to suppress the bullets, I heard the sound of two other automatic weapons. I don't have to look at it to know what kind of gun it is, it's all too familiar, it's the sound of AK47 and micro * rush firing.

Ah Xiang and Ah San were half-kneeling on the ground, two tongues of fire flew past me, I pretended to be calm and pressed the bullets, and there were 10,000 grass horses galloping in my heart: Can't you two go around the fire and shoot? This special hand shook and hit me.

Before I could finish the bullets, the salvo was over, and I asked with a deafening echo, "Are you dead?" ”

"It's like dead."

"No, it was broken up. What the hell is this? ”

I'm confused, what does it mean to break up? This round of volleys, especially AK47, is not immune, even a bear is not immune.

PS: Next week, I will be on the Sanjiang Reward List, please give more publicity and support. Thank you.