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When the fat man heard this, he glared at his two round eyes again.

"What's wrong with me? It's just a little girl who cares about people. Don't think so dirty, okay? ”

Your sister, let him say it, and the filthy person has become me.

I know that this thing is a master who is not stingy, and if I continue to quarrel with him, I don't know what he will do to arrange me. Especially when I went to Myanmar and Laos with him a while ago, I had a lot of troubles along the way, and it would be a shame for me to let him make fun of me.

I raised my hands. "You are great, you are noble, you are done. Eating can't stop your mouth. ”

The fat man smiled with satisfaction and stuffed a large piece of dried meat into his mouth.

I glanced down on the smug fat man and hurried to eat something, and of course handed Jack some food. He was already able to sit up and eat, and it seemed that sleep had made his injuries, especially his spirits, much better. However, he has never had a good impression of the fat man, and has been watching the fat man's performance coldly.

The Vietnamese suddenly came up to me, turned their backs to the fat man and whispered to me, "Mr. Zhang, I don't have any bullets in my gun, what's the difference between this and burning a fire?" I looked for it, and there wasn't a single bullet in the backpack except for explosives. Mr. Zhang, I am your person, you have to call the shots for me. ”

I'm angry when I hear it, I'm worried about carrying a grenade or something, and if I equip you with bullets, who would dare to go ahead of you.

"I want bullets, right?" Fat man's ears are pointed. He heard him talking behind his back. "Here, I'm panicking with so many bullets on my back."

As he spoke, the fat man grabbed a bullet bag and threw it to the Vietnamese. The Vietnamese almost crushed the bullet bag to death.

But I felt that his heart was dead, so I looked at me like a dead father and said, "Mr. Zhang, look... This... You've got to call the shots. ”

I swallowed a mouthful of dried meat and said, "Give it to you, and you'll take it." ”

The Vietnamese went away crying. He must have regretted dying, the bullet bag weighed dozens of pounds. The key is. It was an M16 bullet bag.

The weight of each of us will either remain the same, such as me and Buazon. Either it is decreasing, such as two Hakka people, because we have to eat and drink constantly, and we also have to burn wood for fire. Only Ah San's weight is increasing.

I looked at his crying face and teased, "Or let's change?" ”

Vietnamese's faces are green and their heads are shaking like rattles. But he seemed to be inspired, looked at Fumi lying on the ground, and turned to Buazon to say something. It seems that he is playing Fumi's idea. The Lao man is skinny and does not weigh much heavier than his backpack. Still without adding a bullet bag before the backpack.

Buazon was not afraid of him much now, and resolutely rejected the Vietnamese. The Vietnamese were still whispering something to Bu Asong, I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I could tell from the tone that he must be threatening the Laotians.

The fat man suddenly stretched out a foot and kicked the Vietnamese in the ass. "Backpacks are not allowed to be given to others. You're my man now, show me a backpack and don't leave my sight. ”

After saying that, the fat man squeezed his eyes at me.

No wonder Ah San didn't follow me and Buason closely. Instead, he kept a closer distance from the three people in the back, and it turned out that the fat man was playing tricks. It was he who asked Ah San not to stay too far away from him.

At the same time, I saw that the Vietnamese man's eyes also moved, but instead of squeezing at me, he rolled his eyes up, and it seemed that this guy almost made the fat man faint.

The road was harder than I thought it would be. The fat man seemed to be determined to embarrass me, and he didn't take over Jack along the way. And others. Including the two Hakkas, they are too short to carry Jack. If you give Jack on their backs, Jack's feet must be dragged on the ground, and his feet will be worn out in those two days.

I walked for more than two days without any danger. In front of a steep stone staircase only one person wide, a Hakka person said, "It's here." ”

I walked up the stone staircase and shone it upwards with my cyclops flashlight. It was a stone staircase hewn up the almost straight wall of the cave, so high that the one-eyed flashlight could not reach the end of the stone staircase. In many places, only a shallow concave foot is chiseled out on the stone wall, and where there are conditions for digging stone ladders, only stone ladders less than three fingers wide are chiseled, and even the soles of the feet cannot be stepped on. There are no security measures on either side of the stone staircase, it seems

You can only climb up with your hands and feet like a rock climber.

"Am I here for extreme sports?" I muttered.

Jack sighed on my back and said, "It seems that your strength has been in vain. ”

It seemed that Jack was discouraged, and I nodded deliberately. Of course I knew that it was impossible to climb this stone staircase with a man on my back. But I believe that the fat man will not let us get here, but there is no way to go up.

Sure enough, the fat man patted a Hakka on the shoulder. "You go up alone. ”

This Hakka family member glanced at the fat man expressionlessly, then at Tang Yumo, threw away his backpack, and squeezed past me. With a torch in one hand, he climbed up with ease and dexterity like a large horse monkey, and soon disappeared into the one-eyed flashlight.

The light of the torch seemed to sway in the air, as helpless as if it was hanging in the air, and I felt that this light could fall at any time.

Suddenly, the torch light disappeared. I felt the urge to cover my head or jump away and lie on the ground, and I felt that the next moment someone who sang of conquest would fall. But when I saw Jack on his back, he looked up at the top like no one else, so I had to resist the urge. If you fall down, you should hit Jack first.

Sure enough, something fell in the air. It's a rope.

The fat man grabbed the rope and pulled it down a few times, tied one end of the rope to his waist, and climbed up the stone ladder. After a few climbs, he turned his head and said, "You're the last one to come up." ”

If it hadn't been for carrying Jack on my back, I would have jumped up and scolded him. "I'm carrying the wounded on my back, you let me go last, don't you want to play me to death or Jack!?"

"Pig, you." The fat man's eyes widened. "Hang him up first, and Fumi."

"How can Jack's wound hang up, there is no way to fix it, and the wound will be touched wherever it is tied."

"Hmm." The fat man's eyes rolled. "Tie your feet and hang them upside down."

Jack held out a middle finger from behind my back and gave it to the fat man.

The fat man slapped Jack's hand away. "This rope is very strong, and it is no problem to hang two people up at the same time. How to arrange for you to watch and do. ”

After saying that, the fat man climbed up with a huff.

When the fat man leaves here, a lot of things will be decided by me. I put Jack down and touched it. When the rope hangs down again, I will signal to the Laotians: You two go up first.

The rope was fastened to Buazon's body, and as soon as I gave the signal here, the two men were soon suspended in the air.

Then there were all the backpacks, and Ah San and Jack went up at the same time. After everyone left, I was the last one to go up.

I didn't see the ground, though. (To be continued......)