I was not at all surprised by Ah Xiang and Ah San's decision. I turned to another Laotian and told him in the simplest of gestures what I was going to do. The Laotian man immediately stood up and patted his chest to me to indicate that he would go. As soon as Jack sat down on the tarpaulin, his buttocks were not yet hot, and he said a dirty word and stood up and said, "Count me in." ”

I took out a walkie-talkie from my backpack and threw it to Ah Xiang. "I'll contact you when I find Bouason."

I patted the Lao man on the shoulder and motioned for him to lead the way, and he immediately grabbed his backpack and went into the water in one direction. The direction was off the bush, and it was supposed to be northeast, and I didn't know what was there, but I wondered what was drawing Buazon to it.

Ah Xiang showed an expression of surprise and incredulity at my decision, and the moment I turned around, I heard the sound of a bullet loading behind me. I turned around slowly and saw an AK47 pointed at me, and it was Ah Xiang holding the gun. He didn't stand up, he still sat leaning back on his backpack, the AK47 seemingly casually on his lap, one hand on the trigger.

"Mr. Zhang, I have the final say here, I hope you understand this. You can't leave me until you've completed the mission, and to put it more bluntly, I'm okay if you want to die, but only after I get that thing. I won't pursue the purpose of instigating the two Laotians to throw away the instruments and equipment, I will not allow this to happen a second time, and we have to get those things back, so no one can leave now. ”

I was standing on the edge of the bushes seven or eight meters away from him, the Lao had already entered the water, more than ten meters away from him, and Jack had just stood up and had not walked a few steps. All three of us had faces that were a little blue from the glow sticks. Jack also stopped, but he didn't turn around, and there was a spasmodic twitch on his face, probably caused by the fear of transition.

I ignored Jack, and I thought that in this situation, he might compromise with Ah Xiang due to the breakdown. I turned my eyes to Ah Xiang, stared at him, and said to him in as calm and steady a tone as possible: "Whether it is for our final deal, or for the sake of my friend Xiao Guolin, I will help you complete this mission." At the same time, I want to keep my teammates safe, you, me, him in my eyes. "I pointed to Ah Xiang, me and the Laotians." is equal. At least in the face of life. I'm going to go to him now and get him back, you can choose to go with him or wait, but there's no way to stop me. Also, if my friend loses my news, I don't think you'll end up better than me. ”

With that, I turned around and motioned for the Laotians to move on. Soon the three of us disappeared into the thick fog, and Ah Xiang did not show his decisiveness. I don't know which one works, but a cold sweat broke out on my back as I left the bushes, and I felt like I was in the middle of nowhere.

The three of us marched in a row, perhaps stimulated by Ah Xiang, no one spoke, just walked with their heads bored, and I was also in no mood to speak. Jack and I are relatively close, I can see that his face is ugly, this incident just hit him too hard, I think about it and I don't know how to comfort him, let him slowly get used to it.

I have a compass on my watch to be able to determine where we are heading. This is important, and in the fog where we can't see the road, it can at least help us get our way. The water in the swamp is not deep, our current backpack is not heavy, and everyone is still holding a wooden stick to keep their body balanced, so safety is still guaranteed.

I walked like this for more than three hours, surrounded by thick fog, and I was exhausted, and every step had to be exhausted to pull my leg out of the mud. I called out to Jack and the Laotians to stop, and once again set the direction according to the compass. As far as I can remember, if we hadn't deviated from the direction, we would have hit a hill at this distance. I shook my watch, and the compass on the dial spun for a while, and finally stabilized, and the compass looked fine.

Still suspecting that there was something wrong with my compass, I called Jack and the Laotians to my side and said to him, "Look at your compass, it's going in the right direction." ”

Jack and I stretched out our wrists at the same time, and the two compass pointed in the same direction. Jack looked at me and said, "There should be a mountain here." ”

I nodded. "Yes. There's a good chance we've missed it. Visibility here is so low that you can't see anything if you go out a few meters. I suggest asking the Laotians, if the general direction is correct, we continue to search, and it is more difficult to go back to the mountain. We need to find a piece of land to rest. ”

Jack nodded with a grimace. He is also approaching the limit of his physical strength, the most important thing is that his mental state is extremely poor, and he still does not seem to have gotten out of the shadow of being threatened by Ah Xiang's life.

I repeated the name of Bu Asong while gesturing and communicating with the Laotians, which were very persistent, thinking that Bu Asong was going in this direction, pointing ahead and making a sound of "that, that". When I was at vigil with Bu Asong, I learned some simple Lao dialect from him, and this Lao pronunciation is supposed to mean that Bu Asong is in front or in this direction. However, he didn't seem to realize that in his initial observations, there should be a hill here.

I told Jack what the Laotians meant, and he didn't object, and I think the main reason was that he didn't have too good ideas either.

The further we walked, the greater the physical exertion, and the three of us could no longer keep a relatively long distance, so we had to get together, otherwise if someone got stuck in the swamp, everyone else might not be able to rush over to the rescue at the first time. More numb than numb legs is the brain, and I've transitioned from constantly looking at the dial to determine direction and time to looking at the dial from time to time. The progress was so inefficient that I couldn't even tolerate it. That's when I saw the light in front of me.

I first made sure it wasn't a hallucination, and the method was simple, I asked Jack, "What's up ahead?" ”

Jack's answer was "Ghost Fire." ”

The Laotians muttered dreamily, "Kuman Thong." ”

Of course, I don't agree with either of them, but I know that the light is not from the Buazon glowstick, because the light is not a point, but a piece. Even though it was far away, I could make out that it was an orange-red light, like a burning fire. It won't be a bonfire, it's so big that it looks like there's a piece of water burning in front of it.

Our glow sticks are all white and blue, which is very different from the previous light.

All three of us stood still, staring carefully at the light in front of us, an invisible fear enveloping us.

PS: I hope you are satisfied with these chapters.