Wang Dahai grabbed the boat and swam back quickly, but Han Shaofei and Eighteen were already stretched, the hull of the ship was tilted badly, and the operation skills of the sailboat that they didn't understand had brute force, but it was useless.

"Is it possible to die in the river like this, I don't believe in fate!" Han Shaofei shouted, pulled out the knife at his waist, and planned to cut off the mast, in that case, without the canvas in a large area of the wind, the hull of the ship would not shake so much.

When Wang Dahai saw this scene, the boatman who grabbed it in his hand shouted loudly: "Don't, you can't cut the mast!"

But he was still slow, how fast Han Shaofei moved, as soon as he slashed down, a huge hole was cut out of the mast, fortunately, it was thick enough and was not cut off by a knife, and the boatman continued to shout, regardless of the fact that he poured a few mouthfuls of river water into his mouth.

His shout finally worked, and after Han Shaofei slashed it, he heard his voice, and hurriedly put away the knife and cooperated with the eighteenth with all his might, before the boatman could regain control of the sailboat, they had to do everything they could to hold on.

The huge wave hit the bow of the boat, Han Shaofei and Eighteen were both washed up, but their hands were still holding on to the rope, and the situation of the people in the cabin was not good, the river water poured into the cabin, and they were all submerged below the waist, and Sister Qi lifted Feng Mu high to prevent him from drowning.

Wang Dahai paddled hard, the boatman was injured in the leg, endured the pain with him, at this moment everyone's life was pinned on him, he no longer planned to escape, but decided to use all means to save everyone.

There were still about five meters away from the boat, Wang Dahai screamed, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, he grabbed the collar of the boatman, and threw it out with a clever and fierce force, and the boatman shouted in his mouth: "Help." The body flew quickly towards the bow of the boat in mid-air, and Han Shaofei rushed up with an arrow and caught him when he fell off the bow of the boat.

The boatman still had a dagger stuck in his left leg, but he didn't care much, so he immediately ran to control the sailboat, commanded Han Shaofei and Eighteen to help, let Eighteen put away the canvas, and let Han Shaofei take the helm.

After the concerted efforts of the three of them, the hull of the ship finally stabilized, but the storm did not mean to decrease in the slightest, and hit the hull more violently, as if it would not break the broken ship that was fighting against it, and refused to give up.

Wang Dahai took a big breath, the true qi circulated in his body, and then he jumped out of the river, landed steadily on the bow of the boat, and participated in the cooperation of the three people, through the uncompromising efforts of the four people, adjusting the canvas from time to time, the hull of the ship was in the wind and waves, although it swayed, but it never sank.

It was in the face of such a storm that the dilapidated sailboat struggled forward, and after about half an hour, the storm finally stopped, and the original thick clothes of the people were completely wet, and the whole body was piercing cold.

The clothes to be washed were all wet, and in the cold weather of February, if you didn't change into dry clothes quickly, everyone would have a fever due to the wind chill, and eventually lose their lives.

The most important thing at the moment was to moor the ship and go to the shore to buy warm clothing, dry food and other daily necessities.

The baby Feng Mu and the other two children, in this catastrophe, were particularly seriously injured, not to mention the wind and cold, but also launched a high fever, the baby Feng Mu because of too much pain, almost crying hoarsely, in the eyes of Sister Qi, it is indescribable sadness.

The boatman's condition was also bad, after pulling out the dagger, his wound was so swollen that if he didn't treat it in time, he was likely to become infected, and one of his legs was useless.

However, the medicine that had been prepared on the ship was washed away by the flood, and it had to be purchased at the nearest market. As soon as the sailboat docked, Han Shaofei immediately picked up Feng Mu and ran towards the market with flying steps.

But the place where they anchored was the wilderness, where to find the medicinal herb shop in the bazaar, Han Shaofei shouted: "For today's plan, we only have to go in four directions to find the medicinal herb shop, thirteen, you are the most seriously injured, and Sister Qi stay here to watch the boatman's house, Wang Dahai is the best, take the thirteen flying cloud arrows, and go to the left." ”

When he spoke, Lao Jiu and Eighteen were also holding a child each, Han Shaofei no longer hesitated, and quickly rushed out to a small path in the middle, shouting as he ran: "Now it's a gamble on luck, whoever finds it first will report the news to Feiyun Arrow, be sure to find it in the shortest possible time, the child is having a high fever, and it will be difficult to save it if it's late." ”

Wang Dahai didn't pay attention to it at all, and flew out a hundred meters away first, and the other two brothers agreed from afar, and they also ran quickly. Among the four, the wound on Lao Jiu's abdomen had gradually healed, but after this violent shock, the wound was torn open again, and the blood stained his clothes red.

Eighteen was originally injured by the old monster, but fortunately, he has been constantly healing his injuries during this time, and he has been getting better, but there is not much of a problem, because he is one-armed, holding a small child, and he can't change hands, and his arm is always a little sore.

Although the dagger on the boatman's leg had already been pulled out and the wound had been bandaged, there was no hemostatic medicine, and the blood still slowly gushed out, and his face full of vicissitudes turned from red to purple, and now it became pale again, and if he continued like this, he would inevitably lose too much blood and die.

Thirteen looked at him covering his wounds in pain, couldn't help but shake his head, spit out, and scolded: "That thief Wang Dahai is really not a human being, and he will take half a person's life as soon as he makes a move, which is really a scourge." ”

Saying this, he tore off a rag and squatted down beside the boatman, who was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, crawled out a few meters away, and thirteen scolded loudly: "What are you afraid of, I'm not the thief, I'm here to help you." ”

As he spoke, he wrapped a rag tightly around the boatman's leg, and the bleeding stopped, but there was no way for the wound to be red and swollen and suppurated, and if it was not treated in time, it was estimated that this retreat would be wasted.

Time was gradually passing, more than half an hour had passed, and the boatman had died of pain, but still no one sent a signal, and Thirteen couldn't help but be secretly anxious in his heart.

And Sister Qi, who has been gritting her teeth and insisting, because of the coldness of her whole body and strong worry, her own spirit also began to collapse, and she was finally knocked down by this ruthless world, only to feel lightheaded, and fainted.

The Thirteenth Da was shocked, at this time, he was no longer worried about whether the boatman would escape, he stood up, and said to the boatman in an unkind tone: "Don't try to escape anymore, you are like this now, you will be arrested if you can't escape far, do you still want to live at that time?"

"Little Lao'er will never run away again, never again. The boatman cried, the sharp pain making his face spasm.

"I went to find some firewood and came back to make a fire, although the clothes on my body did not dry, but if I continued to suffer from the cold like this, my body and bones would definitely not be able to hold on. ”

After saying that, he ran quickly towards the dense forest, and after the rainstorm, it was really difficult to find dry firewood, so Rao was so, should he give up?

Thirteen didn't believe that he was completely hopeless, as long as there was a glimmer of life, he would not give up his efforts.