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When I turned my head abruptly, I noticed that Jack was shouting this to two Vietnamese, and his expression was close to madness. The two Vietnamese quickly picked up two long poles from the tree and plunged them into the water to use them aside

Force. Then I saw a bundle of long bamboo poles along the main trunk of the tree, and there were many branches on the main trunk, but this bundle of bamboo poles was very stable on it.

As if they had been trained countless times, the two Vietnamese moved swiftly and forcefully under a brief command from Jack. I didn't know what was happening, but I was also affected by their nervousness

Finish. I didn't hesitate and immediately pulled out a bamboo pole and stuck it into the water.

It's not too much to do at this point, and Jack's nervous shouts indicate that we're in big trouble.

The bamboo pole did not touch the bottom of the water until the end, and the depth of the water made it impossible for us to change course. I looked up at Jack helplessly, and Jack stood at the front of the wood without looking back, still shouting:

"To the left, a little bit to the left."

No one responded to him, and the ship-like giant tree didn't move a bit. Upon realizing this, Jack turned his head angrily, only to find that no one was paying attention to him, and we were all looking at each other

The previous scene, and they all showed desperate expressions, including me.

Not only me, but also two Vietnamese flashlights shone forward, and we both wanted to know what was going on. The light of the four one-eyed flashlights illuminated the front as if it were day, and also illuminated the face of me

Jack's angry face. But none of us went to see him. There was something more eye-catching in front of him, and it was also more intimidating than Jack's angry expression.

There was a mountain pass in front of us, about five or six meters wide, and the raging water was flowing into it. The pass is now like a river, straight and deep. I immediately remembered that I was

On the opposite side, a black line was found in a flash, which seemed to be this waterway that existed in the hills.

The giant tree beneath our feet was rushing towards the waterway. However, our direction was inaccurate, and it was clear that we had deviated from the course and rushed towards the embankment hill on the right side of the channel.

Now. Waterways and and hills are already within easy reach. The turbulent water hit the embankment hill, setting off waves more than ten meters high, and the sound was no longer shaking the eardrums, even the heart was shaken by it

Jump non-stop. The water was constantly pounding against the dam-like mountain. The waves form a white ribbon here. Only the waterway was pitch black.

The distance between us was so close that the falling waves could lap our faces. As I expected. We would have been photographed dead on the hill of the embankment. Although this way of dying is spectacular, I also have the mental accuracy of death

But I'm not reconciled. As long as there is a glimmer of life, I will fight for it. The question is, is there a chance?

The tree they found was stable in the water, and its dense foliage made it very resistant in the water, and it was difficult to change its direction. In the same way, the current of water has a great impetus for it, I hair

Now it is rushing towards the embankment at high speed, and its direction is faintly shifting towards the waterway. There is hope.

I didn't have time to explain it to them, and the loud sound of the water didn't allow me to do this useless work, but I could explain it with action. The bamboo pole that sank into the water was very long, and I used the bamboo as fast as I could

The rod is lifted out of the water and held flat.

It was so heavy that it was completely beyond my expectations, and I almost fell headlong into the water. These bamboos are arm-thick, more than ten meters long, and the emerald green is full of moisture, so it is really difficult to flatten it. Especially my right arm

I didn't give it up, and the pain almost made me let go.

I put one end of the bamboo on a branch, borrowed a little force, and then gritted my teeth and lifted the bamboo forward. I'm aiming for the levee on the right, as long as it allows us to change direction a little, I

They were able to enter the waterway, and it was worth the risk.

My actions immediately reminded others that while the chances of success were slim and dangerous, it was better than waiting to die.

Two Vietnamese men followed me towards the front of the wood, and I faintly heard their roars. I ran past Jack with a look of astonishment in my eyes. Then the bamboo was pressed against the embankment.

I saw four bamboos poking out from behind me and joining the action, and at that moment my confidence was very high, and I felt that we had succeeded.

There is an idiom called praying arm as a car. If I didn't have a deep understanding of this idiom before, the moment the bamboo hits the embankment, my understanding of this idiom reaches a thorough level. I'm like a net

The ball flew out, from the front end of the wood to the back end, and then hit a mat.

I felt a sweetness in my throat, as if I had something blocked in my chest, and I spit out a mouthful of blood, as if I had spit out something blocked in my chest, so that I felt better and felt like I could breathe. In this

At the same time, the back of my neck was hot, and when I reached out and touched it, it was red, and it was blood. When I looked back, it was the Laotian man, leaning against a tree branch, his chin and chest covered in blood, and he had passed out.

It seems that he made my meat pad here, and not only was he knocked to death, but he also vomited several liters of blood. I don't know if it's because he's unfortunate or if I'm a bad character. I looked at him for a moment before I remembered to touch it

Touching his nose, it's good to be breathing.

But I was able to try his breathing, nothing else could be done, although the two arms were not broken, but the ligaments were broken in several places, and it was difficult to raise my hand to try the breath of the Laotians. After working hard, the rest is left to fate.

Judging from the number of bamboos that reached the embankment together, only this Laotian did not participate in this self-rescue, but I did not blame him, and it was a surprise that four people reacted in such a short period of time.

But it seems that I underestimated the power of nature, and I felt that my moment against the levee had no effect, and I naturally had no hope for the efforts of others. I didn't even bother to look for a flashlight

The effect of our self-help, I am waiting for the moment of intense and tragic.

Although I feel more comfortable leaning on a Laotian, he will not have a problem, and a person who has passed out will not feel pain. But after all, he inadvertently saved me once, but I hit me to death

I didn't know, out of respect for the deceased, I still leaned on the branch side by side with him. Frankly speaking, at this moment, not only him, but even myself, I did not treat it as a living person.

There was a little light in front of me, from a one-eyed flashlight. The flashlight hung on my waist, and the rope that tied the flashlight wrapped around my waist at some point, and the flashlight was within my reach, light

Shine in front of me. My one-eyed flashlight has been on brightly, but it seems to be running low on the battery and the light is very weak.

In the faint light of the flashlight, I saw a man lying not far ahead, or perhaps a man hanging from a branch. The light was dim, I couldn't see who it was, and I didn't want to know, I saw his intestines

Hang on the side of the body. My gaze was as blank as my head. (To be continued......)