After a brief period of distraction, I began to shine my flashlight on the water, in the fourth direction. There were no woods, just an empty area of water.

The tree we are on is on the edge of the water, and from here there are some small whirlpools on the surface of the water, and the speed of the water is still very fast, and the small whirlpools go with the current, and they continue to grow larger and merge with other whirlpools to form larger whirlpools. The branches, small sections of the trunk, were caught up in it and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Only some of the huge trunks survived, and even crushed over the whirlpool.

I watched very carefully, and the Laotians apparently understood my idea, but they did not give me much hope for this idea, and I am afraid that I was whimsical. They looked at me blankly, and instead of showing any enthusiasm, they began to fold their hands and reverently chant words, as if they were doing a dying confession or prayer. It seems that they are really desperate.

I climbed to the outermost treetops, and at my feet was the rushing water. By this time, the color of the water was not so muddy, and the cyclops could see the white spray in the water, and it seemed that the swamp had been washed away by the water.

The view here is very open, there is not a single leaf in front of me, and the whole water is right in front of me. It's a pity that I can only rely on my senses, and the flashlight light allows me to see farther. I held the cyclops in front of me with my backhand, and my head slowly turned with its light, and I wanted to find hope for myself and the Laotians.

My visual acuity is above 1.5 because I haven't undergone a more rigorous vision examination, and the usual vision checklist I look at the last line very clearly, of course this is the result of my examination on the eve of work. But I feel that my eyesight has not decreased significantly in the past few years, and I can still see things at the end of the cyclops' aperture, but the surrounding environment is too dark, and the light emitted by the flashlight is absorbed too much by the surrounding darkness, which greatly affects its penetrating power.

At one point, the flashlight freezes on a blurry white line. I've adjusted the aperture several times, and I can't get a clearer view, but I feel like there's something there. I immediately turned back to Buazon and shouted at him, pointing to the flashlight and motioning for him to come over with the flashlight.

The two flashlights came together to make the white line clear, and Buazon seemed to see something, staring at the end of the cyclops' aperture, forgetting to pray.

The white line seems to be a wave that is stirred up by the water, and the position of the line is fixed. If a fixed line of waves could be seen at such a distance, then that location should be a high ground where the water was blocked and diverted. The most crucial thing is that the location should not be far away and it is possible for us to get there, of course, we need ferries and it is not realistic to swim there.

However, the flashlight is clearly not enough, and we must see the terrain there clearly, otherwise, there will be no chance to regret going down.

I took one of the remaining hand-held flares from my backpack, handed it to Buazon, and pulled out my pistol to start reloading.

My right arm can already do non-strenuous movements, but it is very reluctant for me to throw the flare canister, and it is no problem to throw it, but it is still not far away. Then it is better to leave this job to Buazon, we only have this one flare left, and there is no second chance.

Yes, I'm going to blow this canister. If the flare containing white phosphorus in the signal barrel is exploded, the high heat and high brightness it releases are very lethal. In particular, its brightness can illuminate a large area in a short period of time, which is invaluable to us. Of course, I was a little cautious, but I threw the first flare canister, which bought me precious time to escape, and at the same time, the white phosphorus burning material sprayed from the flare canister on my arm, and the pain still makes me feel palpitations to this day.

And this time to throw the flare canister, it must also be thrown out in the state of its spray. Let's not talk about whether it can be detonated by a bullet when it is not burning, it is simply in this dark environment, if it is thrown out without ignition, it is impossible for the flashlight to keep up with its speed, and I can't hit it by feeling, which is no different from a meat bun hitting a dog.

I filled my bullets and gestured to explain my intentions to Buazon. Buazon had seen the flare burn once, and he had seen me still have flare barrels, and immediately understood my intentions, and nodded at me with confidence. I smiled at him and flares off.

I have to admit that the Laotians are very powerful, and the flare canisters flew high into the sky with dazzling white light, and the white phosphorus fireworks sprinkled Bu Asong like a goddess scattering flowers. In an instant, Buazon jumped up on the branch like a landmine, and let out a terrible cry from his mouth, and his body was emitting white smoke and the smell of roasted meat and retreated backwards.

Amid the howling of the wolf in Buazon, my guns rang out. In order to ensure that the shooting would not be affected, I deliberately moved a certain distance away from Buazon, and the white phosphorus fireworks from the flare barrel made it very clear. I rode on a tree branch, held a gun in both hands, and fired a single shot slowly. Without any suspense, the third shot detonated the flare canister.

After a loud explosion, the sky lit up like a bolt of lightning, and lasted for about five seconds at its brightest point.

In the dazzling white light, I could see clearly that before me was a huge pool of water, and on the opposite side of the pool was a hill like a, which had no gentle slope, and stood in the water like a ghostly axe, and the current of water hit the embankment, and rolled up a huge white wave.

The hill was a little inverted in front of me, causing the water to rush into it and form countless whirlpools, large and small. The waterhole forms here, but it doesn't end here, and the water that rolls up countless whirlpools, after hitting the hill where it sinks, forms a larger whirlpool there, tumbling down the dam-like hill to the left.

The best place to escape is undoubtedly not here, and the most likely way to get into the water from here is to be swept into the depression of the opposite levee and then shot to death on the levee. It's easier to cross the water in front of us on the left or right, but we don't have a choice, these damn snakes seem to be purposefully driving us into a Jedi where we can't choose to go or retreat.

I was unwilling to look to both sides, looking for an opportunity to survive in a desperate situation.

At this time, there was a louder cry of the Laotians behind him. The smell of barbecue and a hand appeared at the same time, this one pointing to the hill embankment directly ahead, and at the highest point of the waves, there seemed to be a black shadow. I stared wide-eyed at the shadow, but the light from the flare blew out unseasonably, and in the blink of an eye, darkness returned.

"What's that!?" I asked anxiously about Buasson. I'm sure he saw it.

"Hui Nan," Bouason shouted. And made a flowing motion with gestures.

Is that shadow a waterway? I can't believe it, but that's all I can understand. But this is definitely good news, at least a hundred times better than being photographed dead on a levee.

But the Laotian shouts did not cease, it was another Laotian, who let out a short, intense cry.

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