After resting for a while and drinking a little water, I gestured while using a few Laotian words I had just learned, and told this Laotian, don't move here, I'll go ten steps away, and the two of us form a line, and the chances of stopping Jack are better. The Lao man understood what I meant, and I pulled out a flashlight for field lighting from his backpack.

We call this kind of flashlight one-eyed, it is characterized by high brightness, long irradiation distance, put on the highlight its brightness is comparable to car headlights. However, it also has a fatal flaw, that is, the lighting duration is short, and the battery will not run out of power in more than two hours under bright brightness. We never took it out for illumination, and one of the most important factors was that the fog here was too big, the one-eyed beast's penetration of dense fog was not ideal, and its light column was directional, which was far less practical than a glow stick in foggy days. But now it's different, I need to know where the Laotians are, and the one-eyed is much more powerful than the glow stick.

I asked the Laotian to hold a glow stick in one hand and a one-eyed beast to shine on me in the other, and I walked out more than ten meters under the bright lights of the one-eyed beast. Here, the light of the Lao glow sticks is blurry and invisible, but the one-eyed beast can still shine brightly on my face, making me feel dazzling. At this point, I stopped, and although the light of the cyclops still allowed me to continue walking some distance, I still relied on glowsticks, which were too poor in terms of brightness persistence to compare to them. I pulled out a cyclops from the same backpack, and it was so waterproof that I didn't have to worry about the water on my hands. I flipped the switch on the cyclops' tail.

I first flashed the one-eyed beast twice at the Laotian to signal that I was in position, and at the same time told him that he didn't need to keep shining on me, and that it was okay to flash me twice once in a while, otherwise it would consume too much electricity and easily blind my eyes. I put the cyclops on the highlight and shook it in the direction where Jack might come from, which was the most feasible way at the moment. In waist-deep grass, I had to raise the cyclops to the eyebrows to make sure the flashlight wasn't blocked by the aquatic plants in the distance.

The water and weeds are very dense, so I have to keep an eye on that direction carefully, and I have to respond regularly to the flashlight of the Laotians. After more than an hour of standing in the water, I was exhausted, and my arms were numb with the cyclops, but I never found Jack. The time interval between the exposure of the Laotian one-eyed beast is getting wider and wider, and it seems that he has also reached the limit of his physical strength, and it is hard to say how much time he can hold on. After running all day during the day and soaking in the water for most of the night at night, everyone ran out of energy, and in the temperature of more than 30 degrees, I felt a chill on my body.

We can't wait any longer, and if we don't find a high ground to rest, we can't hold on. I pulled out my pistol, signaled to the Laotian with the cyclops, and fired a shot into the sky. The sound of the gunfire was loud in the stillness of the night, far away, and I could even hear its aftermath echoing in my ears. It was my last ditch effort, and if Jack was around, he could find it based on the gunshots. Instead, we're going to get out of here and find a high ground.

At my beckoning, the Laotians waded through the water and came over, swaying and looking like they would fall down at any time. We stood back to back to keep each other from falling, and I knew it wouldn't last long, so I set myself the goal of not getting a response from Jack within twenty minutes, and we'd leave here to find a place to rest.

To my surprise, things went more smoothly than I expected, and after more than ten minutes of gunshots, I heard the sound of wading water in the distance. I quickly turned my neck to discern the direction of the sound, and Laotians and I shouted in one direction almost at the same time. Sure enough, the sound of wading in the water became louder and louder, and then it seemed to be running towards us.

My heart was filled with anticipation and fear, and yes, two diametrically opposed emotions came to my mind. And I quietly pulled out my pistol and bore the bullet. The sound of wading in the water did not appear in the direction I had prejudged that Jack should appear, but in almost the opposite direction.

The Laotians and I lifted the cyclops to the highest and turned on the brightness to the maximum, and two bright rays of light shone at the source of the sound of wading at the same time. The piercing power of the white light through the dense fog was really impatient, the sound of wading in the water seemed to be close in front of me, I could even hear the sound of violently stepping through the water, but at the end of the cyclops' aperture it was pitch black.

I don't know if I was excited or nervous, my throat was dry, and I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, which couldn't relieve the strange sensation in my throat. I shouted almost as fast as I could vomit, "Jack? ”

"Buazon. Fast face Buasson. ”

I felt dizzy when I heard this voice, and I couldn't tell if I was excited or disappointed. Although I don't fully understand the meaning of this sentence, the voice is familiar to me, and I know who it is.

The Laotian who was standing with me jumped up excitedly when he heard the voice, ran to the voice, and in a blink of an eye his figure disappeared into the darkness, and then two people walked out of the darkness with their shoulders around their shoulders, baring their snow-white teeth.

It was Buazon, and although we lost Jack, we achieved our original goal and found Buazon. The two Laotians were talking enthusiastically, croaking and croaking until they came up to me. It seems that another Laotian told him that I had come out to him and even had a falling out with the Vietnamese, and Bu Asong thanked me in a Buddhist ritual of clasping his hands.

I waved my hand and told him that we needed to rest now, and that we needed to find a place to rest. Buazon immediately patted his chest and said to follow him, as if he had found a place to rest.

Led by Buazon, we soon came to a small piece of land, about the size of an acre, with a few sparse shrubs on it, and the grass grew luxuriantly. After soaking in the water for most of the night, I felt like my lower body was about to rot. As soon as I landed, I pulled out a tarpaulin from my backpack and spread it on the floor, starting with my pants until my boots and socks were clean. Under the light, the lower part of the thighs is white, and the skin on the feet is even more blistered and wrinkled and swollen. The only thing that comforts me is that I didn't let the locusts get in, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold out in the water for so long.

Bu Asong seemed to have rested here for a while, not wanting me and another Laotian to fall to the ground as soon as we came ashore, and came back with some dead grass and dry branches, and made a fire next to my tarpaulin.

With fire comes life. Despite the exhaustion of our strength, no one dared to sleep easily in this situation, and we all leaned around the fire on our clothes and shoes, and of course, our blistered white legs.

PS: Thank you for your support. Seeing that you read it coolly, I feel that my words are not written in vain.