PS: PS: Just coded out. I slept less than four hours a night, and I got up in the early morning to code the word until now. It was sent out without checking. Tired.

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Jack cursed, slamming the last clip into his belt. It wasn't the last magazine in front of him, and there were still three empty magazines in front of him, but he ended the work of pressing the bullet and put away the last full magazine.

"Pray. Here they are. ”

With that, Jack opened a cyclops flashlight and bit it into his mouth. The aperture of the flashlight is adjusted very wide, so that the penetration of the cyclops flashlight is poor, but the irradiation range is large.

In the air, within the visible range of the flashlight, there was still nothing, and even the ghostly figure of the big bat could not be seen. That is, they are out of range of the flashlight. When you enter the range of the flashlight, even if you can't accurately locate them, you can see their ghostly flashes.

But on the surface of the water, a white spray appeared from a distance, at the end of the one-eyed flashlight's aperture. Like the waves of the ocean blown by a hurricane, or the waves of a behemoth in the water that are raised when they come at us.

The waves, which had sunk beyond the one-eyed aperture at both ends, were surging toward us with the power of an unknown force.

I respect and envy those who have faith, such as Jack, and I have always believed that faith is a kind of happiness for the individual. People of faith will live more fully, and they will be more comfortable in the face of extreme danger and death.

But the education I received and the general environment in which I lived. It made me abandon my faith, and I couldn't even reach out to and criticize the nihilistic faith. And when the mind matures, it is too late to want to change and believe in some kind of god in the dark. I think, my generation. I have begun to believe in money and are passing on this belief to the next generation. I am powerless to criticize anything, but to state a fact.

At the moment, I have no one to pray to, unless I have a row of renminbi, dollars, and Vietnamese dong on the bow of the boat.

I admit that the fat man is more nervous than me, and if there is really a ghost in the world, and he happens to bump into it, he definitely has the heart to distinguish the gender of this ghost, and then consider whether to run or not. But his behavior at the moment is somewhat abnormal.

Stop pressing bullets at Jack. The moment the one-eyed beast flashlight was turned on, and the side of the boat was clearly displayed in front of our eyes, Tang Yumo and I slowed down the rowing movement almost at the same time. I was also worried that if I slowed down the rowing speed alone, it would affect the balance of the boat, but I immediately noticed that Tang Yumo, who was sitting on the side of the crosswind next to me, also slowed down his rowing movements.

What didn't change was the fat man, who, of course, saw the change in the side of the ship. His posture of kneeling on one leg is taller than mine, and he should see it more clearly than me and Tang Yumo. But his rowing motion was constant. The power did not diminish in the slightest. Even when Tang Yumo and I were close to giving up, the speed of the boat did not slow down significantly.

The fat man was very dissatisfied with me and Tang Yumo's performance, especially me, which was evident in his subsequent roar.

"Don't be a fucking bitch and give up before you can bite your ass! Keep rowing, they don't make waves as fast as we do. Go ahead of them, let them follow behind the buttocks, and Lao Tzu will order all the dogs. ”

"Who are you talking about?! Am I the one who gives up easily? I retorted as I increased the frequency of the rowing.

Jack is used to seeing me laughing and scolding with the fat man, but Tang Yumo has never seen it. Especially the fat man is anxious and his mouth is not clean. It is estimated that with Tang Yumo's identity in the Hakka village, he has never heard such rude words, and I saw Tang Yumo's face turn even redder. Watching me cast a look at her and give me a look of disdain. It's treating me like a raccoon dog.

I originally planned to remind Tang Yumo not to slow down the frequency of rowing, but when I saw her expression, my heart was suddenly blocked. It's called something.

Fortunately, Tang Yu acquiesced to the fat man's statement that he didn't give up, and although he showed contempt for me and the fat man, the frequency of rowing became faster again.

Although I am not on the side where the cross wind is blowing, it does not affect my observation of that side, as long as I tilt my head, I can see the scene on the other side. But when I turn my head, I will inevitably face Tang Yumo, I really don't want to face her kind of eyes, it hurts my self-esteem too much. Just bury your head and row the boat.

The wind blowing sideways grew stronger and stronger, not only overpowering the wind in the bow direction, but even tilting the boat slightly to my side. The splinters of wood in the cabin and Tang Yumo all leaned over like me.

"Here we are."

With the last words in the tranquility, the sound of the M16 automatic rifle once again plunged the underground cave into hellish noise and chaos.

"Don't stop, keep rowing." It was Jack's voice.

"Don't stop, you two." It's the voice of a fat man.

As the fat man's voice fell, the speed of the boat slowed down noticeably, and the water poured overhead stopped at the same time. It should have been the fat man who stopped rowing. Whatever it was causing the crosswinds and waves, Jack's M16 was able to actually deal damage to that thing, and it could be said that he was preventing that thing from approaching us. But what can you do without rowing hard, itching them with your M9?

I really couldn't question this thing, he quit rowing, and the pressure on me and Tang Yumo suddenly increased, and I used almost all my strength to maintain the frequency of this rowing.

The sound of firing from the M16 automatic rifle was incessant, as if it had an extra-long magazine installed, and of course, the reality was that Jack changed the magazine with unconventional means and speed, so that the muzzle of fire remained constant. This is a different strategy from Jack's original strategy. Initially, Jack's M16 gunfire is intermittent, often killing large bats in short bursts.

At present, the muzzle of Jack's M16 is almost parallel to the surface of the river, and the tongue of fire more than a foot long spews out bullets that glow red, drawing a red trajectory and disappearing into the darkness.

The light of a one-eyed flashlight lit up behind me, and I didn't have to turn my head to see the aperture of the flashlight poking out to the other side of the ship. He must have turned the cyclops flashlight to the high beam, and the flashlight shone out a pillar of light that was not very diffuse. The fat man lay on the gang of the boat, leaning out of his upper body almost in an unbalanced position, as if looking at something.

Although my curiosity is very heavy, the urgency of fleeing for my life is more important at this moment, and besides, I can't see it more clearly than he can in my position.

However, the fat man's gesture kept the boat balanced, and his weight pressed the boat that was tilting toward me. Make Tang Yumo's body that is almost leaning on me return to normal, otherwise we will both be awkward when rowing the boat, and we must first consider not bumping into each other when swinging the oar.

"Shoot into the water! What's that! The fat man suddenly shouted loudly. (To be continued......)