There was no steep embankment on this side of the river bank that daunted us, and there was, as expected, a sawdust embankment not far from the riverbank. The stalactites in the distance are very different from the other side.

The stalactites here are badly damaged.

As we all know, stalactites that grow from top to bottom have a high chance of being overwhelmed and broken after growing to a certain length. Falling stalactites smashed on stalagmites, stone pillars that grew upwards

, and caused damage to the stalagmites and stone pillars below, making this side of the river bank look full of messes. Although there are stalactites that have fallen off the riverbank, there are very few of them, but they fall to the point where they can be reached

The height of the stalactite hanging is visible at all times. I was even knocked over the head by it.

It seems that this side should not only watch out for the attack of large bats, but also keep an eye out for stalactites falling from the sky.

I had to make a small change to my plan for that. My original plan was to fire first when I got ashore and repel the first wave of the bats, my AK47 was both powerful and huge

sound, there should be a greater deterrent to the bat swarm.

Then there's Jack who needs to give me more permanent cover. He had two spare magazines, and I had to light the fire before he could finish firing the two stock magazines. Of course, he also needs to change the magazine

It's fast enough.

Seeing the current situation, I began to worry that the powerful fire of the AK47 would cause the stalactites to fall overhead. If the AK47's bullet hits the fragile stalactite hanging on this side, it will cause a bell

If you are killed by the stalactites that you shot down, it will be considered suicide or killed.

With the riverbank in sight, I quickly told Jack what I thought, telling him that it was up to him to cover up. Jack nodded blankly and put both spare magazines in his mouth.

I looked at him a little worriedly. Can't believe how he did it. You know, his tongue fills almost the whole mouth.

Jack didn't turn on the cyclops flashlight, and the main lighting relied on the flashlight in my mouth. The moment our feet could touch the ground, Jack and I rushed towards the sawdust embankment.

As I stood up, I felt a cacophony of voices explode overhead, and I even felt the sound of the wind, and the group of big bats swooped down on us without hesitation. That's when Jack's gun

It rang too.

Gunshots. I felt the hot blood spill on my face and neck, making my cold body feel like it was going to burn, and the strange and familiar smell of blood rushed into my brain at once.

All of this stimulated my nerves so strongly that I bent slightly and rushed towards the sawdust embankment. There were no falling stalactites blocking the road on the ground near the shore, and I could sprint as fast as I could, though

I don't think it's going to be fast, my kicking is soft, and the foot that hits the ground is stiff. Lack of elasticity.

Fortunately, the sawdust embankment was very close to the river, and I heard Jack's gunfire uninterrupted, as if he had infinite bullets in that magazine, and I didn't feel that he had changed magazines.

I threw myself on the sawdust embankment. I only had a small bottle of medical alcohol in my first aid kit, which was supposed to disinfect Jack's wounds, but the situation was more urgent and I had to use it up. I

There were no other ignitions.

The alcohol is splashed on the sawdust and is instantly absorbed by the sawdust. The lighter in my other hand ignited the sawdust embankment with a bang. The purity of medical alcohol is high enough. The flames were one meter high

and roasted my hair.

I rolled over to avoid the flames. Looking back, Jack was still not far from the riverbank. He was on his knees on one leg, his mouth no longer holding a magazine, and the slight rush was still spewing a fiery snake. That's supposed to be him

The last magazine.

I shouted in a hurry, got up and ran to him. After this magazine is fired, if you can't run to the fire. He will face an overwhelming array of devilish bats.

But the fire disturbed the bat swarm, and the moment the fire was lit, the bat swarm suddenly rose in height, and I took the opportunity to drag Jack to the sawdust embankment.

I don't have the joy of the rest of my life. Because Jack's condition makes me not optimistic. He was already in a semi-comatose state, and the toxins of the bugs had affected his cranial nerves and life.

While I was nervous about the symptoms of Jack's poisoning. But I still have to take it one step at a time, and I first have to move the fire out of the wood chip embankment. There's no way I'm going to let the fire go down uncontrollably, it's going to be spectacular

Sight, a fire dragon will appear on the riverbank.

The fire is still under control, so I moved the fire to a short distance outside the wood chip embankment, where there will be no wind, and as long as the fire leaves the wood chip embankment, I am not afraid that it will ignite again. The campfire is close to the sawdust embankment, and it is easy to get wood.

The swarm of bats hovered above me all the time, and their cacophony never went away, but they were afraid of fire, and they never came near me after the fire was lit. This gives me the energy to take care of it

Jack.

Jack was hunched on the ground like a drunk. Not only his face, but also his body was dark blue, and if it weren't for his body temperature, I would have treated him like a corpse.

The color of my skin is not good, it is supposed to be the toxin of the bugs at work, but it is not the color of a dead man like Jack. It can be seen that eating bugs is the biggest mistake Jack makes. I'm going to do it

It was to help him correct this mistake.

Jack had an iron kettle in his backpack and we used it to boil water to drink all the time. We hadn't found any living creatures in the underground river before, but we didn't drink the water from the river. It's common sense.

Although the bats flew high, I grabbed a few flaming wood chips for cover and ran to the underground river to fill a pot of water and boil it.

When the water boiled, I got on one leg on the ground and one leg at a right angle, so that Jack was lying on my lap and his stomach pressed against my leg that was propped up at a right angle. Then I put a finger in

His mouth, reaching into his throat, irritates his esophagus, causing him to react to the contents of his stomach and spit out the contents of his stomach.

He couldn't do it himself, his hands couldn't even lift his mouth, and Jack's feeling was numb, my fingers were stuck in his throat, he just made a regurgitated gesture,

And nothing spit out.

I had to push my fingers deeper into his throat, and then I realized that he was more poisoned than I had thought, and his throat was tight. It should be that the toxin also works in his body

, esophageal edema and narrowness make it difficult for food to come back, and I am afraid that his reaction to vomiting is also weakened.

In this case, he needs to be poured plenty of water to dilute the contents of his stomach and toxins so that he can easily vomit and relieve his symptoms of further poisoning.

In this way, it is impossible for me to wait for the water to boil before filling him, and boiling the water will have to wait for the water temperature to drop, which will delay too much time. Unpasteurized water is very likely to leave him with hidden dangers, but compared

At the moment, life is at stake. (To be continued......)