I first unscrewed the lid of the flare in my hand, and the fuse immediately ignited the white phosphorus incendiary material, and the flare flew out like fireworks. Rainwater has no flame retardant effect on combustibles containing white phosphorus, at most it will not make it very colorful, but it will not stop it from burning.

Snakes rely on their tongues to find heat sources, track and capture prey, but when it comes to the distance, it does not need to rely on taste and heat sources to lock on to its prey, and vision has become its main means of locking. And the glare from the signal canister in my hand stung its eyes suddenly. The phosphorus fire that flew out of the signal tube did not splash far under the impact of the pouring rain, and did not even splash on the giant python. But the phosphorescent light emitted from the canister was blinding enough to blind it for a short time.

I could see that the python's pupils instantly turned into a slit due to the stimulation of the bright light, and the eyeballs reflected fireworks and my shadow. The python was stimulated by this, and its head reflexively tilted back. Its jaws opened as its head tilted back, and it was evident that the light of the phosphorous fire was blinding its eyes and stirring up its ferocity, and the next moment it would swallow me and the signal canister into my stomach.

This fleeting time was enough for me, I can't describe my state at the moment, the python swinging its huge body looks sluggish, it is actually just a blink of an eye, but it all seems to me to be unusually slow, as if the camera is slowing down. It's not that I'm going to move faster than that, it's that my brain can clearly grasp every detail and what I should do under that detail.

For example, in this detail, I did not hesitate to throw the hand-held flare in my hand and opened its mouth at the python.

At the moment when the hand-held flare was released, the splash of phosphorus fire sprinkled on my arm, like a scoop of boiling oil poured on my arm, and the pain penetrated deep into the muscles, piercing the heart. I didn't move, I kept this position, watching the hand-held flare canister fly into the mouth of the python like a rocket with tail flames.

The squirming esophagus can be seen from the python's open mouth, and the flare canister spews white phosphorus fireworks into the python's mouth. At that moment, the white back-hooked teeth in the python's mouth, the bright red inner jaw and esophagus, were clearly visible under the white phosphorescence.

I stared straight into the astonishing scene in front of me, my nerves paralyzed to the point of forgetting my fear. The picture in front of me is straightforward and bloody, the hot breath spewing out of the mouth of the giant python is fishy and sticky, except for the lack of hearing, otherwise it will constitute the most terrifying three-dimensional film and television picture I have ever seen. It's still 4D.

I'm waiting, waiting for the python's next move.

My brain was telling me not to take things for granted. At present, I can accurately judge the situation and accurately control my every action, but I have no way of knowing what the next move of the python on the other side will be. There is too much arbitrariness in the behavior of lower animals, which is not something that human intelligence can judge in an instant.

Of course, my most desperate instinct was to get out of here, but my sober mind told me that there was no hope of escape without a purpose. I'm going to wait for it to react.

Monty Python reacted faster than I expected and didn't even give me time to wait. The moment the phosphorescent light faded, the python's tilted head, neck (if it had one), and thick torso slammed into me. It wasn't a bite at me, its jaws were closed, and it seemed to me like it was going to crash itself into the trunk of a tree.

The giant torso of the python smashed towards me like a wall, and the rain was first hit in my face by its torso, like a curtain of water. I stared straight ahead without blinking, and even though my mind was clear, I couldn't think of a way to dodge the blow in this situation. Maybe jumping off is the only way not to get hit by it, but then what? I don't think I'll ever die if I fall into the swamp below. I don't even have to die if I fall into the water, the trunk that forks out below can kill me.

Just as I was in despair, I saw a rope swing past my eyes, but in a slightly off-direction direction, almost towards the python. I guess the rope was thrown by Buazon, and I don't have time to complain about his clumsy way of throwing the rope, and I have to jump out of it even if I live or die. The rope was too far off, and I didn't have a chance to catch it, so I had to jump out in a similar direction.

I almost brushed myself past the python, the cold, deathly scent of its body distinct, its scales the size of the bottom of a teacup glistening with oily light. In an instant, there was a loud bang behind me, and it was supposed that the python had slammed itself into the trunk of a tree. I laughed to myself in mid-air, and I was so lucky that I had heard it before I died.

In an instant, my heart suddenly beat violently. I saw the rope hanging in the distance, with a crunch like a whip in the air, and then flung it towards me. My body was already on the verge of falling, and this rope might be my only chance of survival, and at this moment my mind was almost blank, and all I could think of was three words: hold on to it.

The rain, the branches and leaves that were knocked away by the python, and even the blood shed by the python, sprinkled on me and around me. All of this almost confused my eyes, but at this moment, the rope that was thrown was as obvious as lightning in my eyes. I could clearly see my hand running through the flying branches, the splashes of water, and the moment the tip of the rope straightened, I grabbed it.

Yes, lucky. I might not be able to grasp it even if I spread my body even an inch because I was grasping at the end of the rope. Great happiness and pain came over me at the same time, and I could barely bear it. Because of the direction, I could only grasp the rope with my right hand, and as my body fell, I swung to the other side under the action of gravity and inertia, and the pain caused by the great pain in my right back overwhelmed the joy of being in a desperate situation. My body was stiff and tense like a zombie, one leg was cramping under the severe pain, and my gums were bitten too hard, and my mouth was full of blood.

I thought my right arm might have been dislocated, and I couldn't bend my right arm to pull up and change hands, so I could only swing stiffly in the air to the side. My brain was back to normal, and I was on the verge of not being able to think again, and I heard the sound of Buazon roaring loudly, the sound of pythons hitting the trunk of a tree, but my eyes were spinning. Only my will to survive is still strong, and as my name suggests, my right hand holding the rope is trembling, but it does not let go.

That's when I felt something hit me in the face and sobered me up. Because I had lost the ability to save myself, I could only swing around with the rope in mid-air, and when I could see what was hitting me in the face, I was already swinging in the other direction.

What hit me in the face was a rope thrown by another Laotian.

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