I had a little rope in my hand and didn't let it out completely. I want to give myself time to judge, which is simply the moment the rope in my hand is tightened, and I have time to lie down and hold the wood.

Now, Buazon needs my light, and I have to sit up straight and shine the light on the Lao man from this not too high height. If I don't have some rope left in my hand, the moment the rope tightens is the moment I am pulled into the water. Of course, I couldn't lie on the wood to illuminate Buazon, a height that would not have played a role in lighting under the conditions of high water and waves. The moment I hugged the wood was the moment when the lighting was irrelevant. At that moment, it should be a matter of success or failure, and what I have to do is not to be pulled down and the people in the water come up.

My attention was more focused than ever, my left hand holding the rope weakly, my eyes fixed on the two Laotians approaching, and the flashlight had to be adjusted continuously. My body swayed up and down with the current, and I had to keep the one-eyed light constant, so you can imagine how often my head was moving. But I did it successfully, and at the time of the greatest shock, the Lao did not leave the aperture of the cyclops. It's like I have a gyro stabilizer inside me.

Relative to my high level of mental tension, Buazon was desperate. In the aperture, he leaned very much under the impact of the horizontal current, but he was still breaking the water and moving forward, I really couldn't imagine how he did it, I felt collapsed when I watched it from a distance.

Another Laotian occasionally paddled the water, but his movements were not large, stiff and ineffective, and he had no intention of moving towards us, at best to ensure that he would not be drowned. I don't think he realized that Buazon was approaching him, and of course the Cyclops' light shone directly on his face, so that he couldn't see that Buazon was approaching him, which was also a major reason.

Buasong's efforts paid off, and I could clearly see the two Laotians hugging each other. At the same time as Buazon raised his hand to me and made a successful gesture, the rope in my hand suddenly tightened, and I did not hesitate to release the rope in my hand, and lay down on the wood at once, holding the wood under me tightly with both hands.

The moment the rope on my waist suddenly tightened, the huge pull almost dragged me into the water, and my prepared body leaned to the right side of the wood to hold on to it, and even then I almost missed. I clung to the wood as hard as I could, but my body was dragged towards the end of the wood, and my arms, chest, and belly were rubbed by the bark.

At this moment, I really felt despair in my heart, I didn't expect this sudden pull to be so big, so big that I couldn't stop sliding backwards with all my strength. Desperation made it impossible for me to concentrate, and it seemed like I was going to be dragged into the water the next moment, but it didn't help to concentrate at the moment. It seems that after I was involved in that desert archaeological event, I was always torn between life and death, and my mind began to be confused and divergent, and I had begun to prepare my last words and prayers.

But the next moment, my attention was forced to focus again. What caught my attention was the intense pain in my lower body, the pain that almost brought me to death.

I don't have to look at it to know what it is, there is a raised branch near the end of the log, and I borrowed its strength when I climbed the wood. Now my lower body is stuck on this branch. The pain made me forget to be happy, in fact, it also made me not happy, I felt that this time I had lost some kind of ability, obviously it was the feeling of egg pain, I felt that it was broken.

The teeth creaked on the cyclops flashlight, as if the teeth were about to be broken or the alloy torch shell was about to be bitten off, and saliva flowed down the flashlight. I see blurry things in both eyes, and I feel like my eyes are rolling up. I know it's the body's self-protection function, and I'm about to go into a coma, but it's going to kill us. The most important thing is that I am going to suffer in vain this time, the broken eggs are worthless, and I have to suffer this crime before I die.

The strong reluctance in my heart made me open my eyes wide and hold on to the wood, and I kept reminding myself: don't close my eyes, I want to live.

Thanks to the continuous shooting of cold water, combined with the spirit of perseverance, I was able to hold on to the wood in a semi-comatose state and not let go. The one-eyed beast that bit into its mouth fell off at some point, and its mouth was finally closed, but the smell of blood in its mouth made me sick. I don't know if it was the Cyclops flashlight that broke its teeth just now, or if the gums were broken, but the heavy smell of blood made me know that I had shed a lot of blood. However, there was no pain in the mouth, and perhaps this pain was masked by the severe pain in the lower body.

I clung to the wood as hard as I could, moving my body as far as I could, but it didn't work in the slightest. My lower body, stuck on the branch, became the most powerful point to hold the two Laotians.

The initial pull was the greatest, and when the two Laotians were dragged forward by me by inertia, the pull became even. The most intense pain in my lower body gradually subsided, but I couldn't move forward a little, at most I kept my lower body from making new collisions with the branches. I'm so happy with this, I've accepted the possibility of being able to live a life that I can't take care of myself, and I just beg that I don't suffer an inhuman time.

I couldn't have the strength to pull two Laotians up, and being able to secure myself to a log had already made me do my best. Now we are both in the dark, although the one-eyed fell into the water, but I tied it to my body in advance, and I was not worried about losing it, and the one-eyed flashlight is waterproof, and I am not worried that it will break in the water.

I could feel the rope around my waist shaking violently, a bit like the rod shaking when a fish struggled to bite the hook during fishing, and I knew it was caused by Buazon pulling the rope hard and approaching me. I can imagine how difficult it would be for Buazon to lead a man to shorten the distance between us, but I really couldn't help it, and I had to endure the second pain caused by it.

I believe that Bouasong and I have done our best to save the Laotian, but so far, I am not sure whether we will succeed or not, and I feel that the more we go on, the greater our physical exertion, and I am not sure whether we will be able to persevere until we can save the Laotian. To add a little friction, I put my face on the wood, and if there was anything bulging in the wood, I was sure I would bite it with my teeth.

After a while, things seemed to be on the bright side. As Buazon narrowed the distance between us, the resistance seemed to lessen, and for the first time, my lower body left the branch that I loved and hated, and I was able to crawl awkwardly and slowly forward.

I did two things when I was able to let go of a hand of wood without being pulled down. The first is to wrap the rope around the branches. The initial time frame for the rescue was short, and Buazon and I did not think that the resistance in the water would be so great, and the time did not allow us to think about it carefully. Now that I have the opportunity, of course, I must be freed first, so that it will be easier for me to carry out the rescue.

The second thing is to get the cyclops flashlight back into your hands. It turned out to be a shocking scene.

PS: Friends are amazing. Let's keep up the results, shall we?