The flashlight moved around my neck, and I was more inclined to the danger coming from underwater, the group of crimson snakes, so I turned my head very sharply and quickly. As soon as the white light turned to the right and the pillar of light was still in mid-air, a black shimmering scaly object appeared in my sight. I stiffly stopped with a large rotation of my neck, but fortunately, the aperture of the cyclops was at its maximum, and even if I turned my head a little too much, it didn't let it out of my sight. In front of me was the python.

It was still some distance away from me, but it was so big, its huge head raised in mid-air, as if it could pounce in front of me at once. No wonder the Laotians abandoned me in embarrassment, this sense of oppression is too great.

My flashlight adjusted slightly twice, locking onto the python's head, before my back landed heavily on the wood. While the back tribe was on the wood, I had already pulled out my pistol and aimed it at the python in front of me. I would never have been able to do it in such a short period of time, but the more I was in such a fatal situation, the more calm I could be, which may be the reason why I escaped death several times.

The python's head poked out of the water about three meters, and its huge mouth was already open, as if it was about to pounce and swallow me in the next moment. Bright red blood was still dripping down the bifurcated tongue and corners of the mouth, and it seemed that the gunshot wounds and flare burns I inflicted on it had not healed, and the psychological shadow caused by this was obvious. At such a close distance, the python should be very sure by its smell and heat sensitivity that it is its enemy on the other side. But the python hesitated, and after making a deterrent sound, it didn't immediately attack me.

I had a back injury on the right side, and now I was lying on the wood, and the pain was also radiating from the right side to my body. Fortunately, the dislocation of my right arm has healed, at least it doesn't affect my movement, which is crucial. I am very confident in my marksmanship, the accuracy of this M9 standard pistol is unquestionable, and its recoil is much smaller than that of the domestic Type 64 pistol, these favorable factors make me very confident in hitting the Monty Python.

However, the severe pain in the back greatly affected the range of motion of the right arm, and simply maintaining a fixed posture caused less pain and would not affect the accuracy of shooting. However, when my right arm continued to adjust the angle of the shot with the snake's head shaking slightly, the pain caused by pulling the back muscles made my right arm tremble slightly.

It's terrible. I'm lying on a log now, and this posture is definitely good for shooting upwards, but not for stabilizing my body. On wood, lying down is the most stable and reasonable method. At present, I can only use two legs to clamp the wood, but the diameter of the wood is so large that it is impossible for me to clamp it, and even if I can clamp it, the strength of the anti-joint is almost a drop in the bucket. In fact, the greater strength to stabilize my body came from my left hand, which was firmly grasped in a hollow in a tree that had fallen off and had been hollowed out by the rain.

But now, under the restraint of the python's swaying head, my right arm moved slightly, and the pain made my right arm tremble more and more intensely. I aimed at the python's other eye, and the eye I had blinded me was a black hole, and in the white light of the cyclops, I could see that the black hole was still bleeding. It must have been scared by me, and as its head shook, another shining eye avoided me, consciously or unconsciously. My trembling right hand was not sure to aim at it at all.

There's no time to hesitate, if it loses patience and strikes first, even if I hit my target, its massive body will be enough to kill me.

I gritted my teeth and let go of my left hand that was gripping the wood, holding the pistol in both hands at the same time, tilting my head back desperately, so that the cyclops' aperture was in the center, encircling the python's head and pulling the trigger at the same time.

I couldn't stay in this position for long, a little swirl would be enough to lift me off the wood, and I would have to fire all the bullets before my body could get out of control. I was confident that I would hit the target before the bullet was fired.

At the moment when the muzzle of the M9 spewed out a tongue of fire, the swaying head of the giant python suddenly disappeared. It disappeared into the brightest center of the cyclops' aperture, but it didn't escape the cyclops' large aperture, but its action sent the M9's bullets into the air. The python dived into the water at an astonishing speed, countless times faster than the speed of free fall, as if there was a spring stretched to the limit at the bottom of the water, and my gunfire was the command of the spring, which pulled the python into the water in an instant.

I couldn't have reacted faster than that, but I didn't stop there, the muzzle of the gun flung in the direction of the python, and the bullet followed the python into the water.

In order to accomplish this, my body inevitably leaned to the right side, and all my weight was pressed on my injured right back, and the pain made my hair stand on end. A beastly grunt came out of my throat, and with that sound I finished firing the bullets in the magazine. In the meantime, I'm back to normal.

The pain caused me to collapse and I could no longer stay awake and calm. I lay flat on the wood, my body shaking violently, like a swing. All I can do at the moment is not to throw away the gun in my hand, the cyclops is already on my chest, and I still have a magazine on me, but I don't have the strength to change it. The pain made me clench my teeth involuntarily, the muscles in my face twisted to stiffness, my eyes staring at the endless darkness in the air, and my mind went blank.

The sound of gunshots, I heard the echo of gunfire in my ears. I didn't expect the gunshots to reach so far, and our shouts couldn't even reach the ears of people a few meters away. My eyelids were starting to heavily, and I had to keep my eyes open to make sure I had something in my sight, but everything in front of me was inevitably blurry, including the darkness.

Suddenly, I felt the wood sink beneath me, and a pool of water appeared in front of me. A feeling of weightlessness, as if you are about to fall into the abyss, or go to the bottom of the water. My blurred vision and not-so-clear mind made me not react to this at first, but rather a sense of curiosity. I felt a smile on my stiff face.

The next moment this water came down on me. It didn't come down on the head, it came from the front end of the wood, which was the top of my head. I was directly lifted by the current, but my legs were mechanically gripping the wood, and this force kept me from being blown away. But I was also embarrassed, and I was hit by the current of water from my back into a crouching position, and in this position I paddled backwards on the log.

It wasn't until my face was about to hit the protruding branch that I reached out my left hand against it and didn't get killed on it.

PS: It's really not easy to rush back and send out this chapter. Ask for comfort.