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"Fuck, if you want to eat fucking barbecue, don't bother with me. Ah..." Fatty shouted with a loud voice. As soon as I saw it, a handful of burning Phosphorus Fire fell on Fatty ’s back and instantly set his clothes on fire. It looks like it will turn into a roast pig soon. Fatty was still peeling off his clothes, so I jumped up and kicked him into the water. This pig head, let the fire make you stupid, don't jump into the water. White Phosphorus It cannot be extinguished if it burns, unless it enters water and is isolated from the air. ~≯, After Fatty fell into the water, the two men in turbans did not stop rowing, and the wooden boat quickly ran out. I shouted to them: "Stop, Fatty fell into the water." The boat was not big, and Xiao Ting and another girl were sitting in the front of the boat. Jack was lying in the middle like a dead pig, and the two of them were wearing headdresses. The men were rowing on either side of Jack, and Fatty and I were in the stern. When I was talking to two men rowing a boat, I saw a look of panic on Xiao Ting's face. I suddenly felt an unknown feeling in my heart. I suddenly turned around and pointed Muzzle towards the two rowers: "Stop."
"Don't stop. Heimanluo will catch up with us."
With a bang, a bullet struck the paddle in a man's hand, knocking off a piece, the projectile barely missing him.
"The next bullet will blow your head off if you don't keep rowing," I said, surprised at how cold my voice sounded.
I realized these men were likely local guides hired by Fatty, but they had no intention of fulfilling their duties. Perhaps the money Fatty offered wasn't worth their lives, but they couldn't just abandon him here.
First, they had to get past me. I might not have the resolve to blow their heads off, but I could certainly incapacitate them.
Two men wearing headscarves exchanged glances and stopped paddling. I immediately heard splashes from behind the boat, and moments later, the bow dipped as Fatty appeared beside me.
"Row faster! Don't let that thing catch up!" Fatty shouted between gasps, pulling two paddles from the side of the boat and handing one to me. "Let's go. We need to get out of here."
The four of us squeezed into the cramped space to row, our movements restricted. The two women in front occupied most of the cabin space, and there wasn't room for three rows of people in this boat.
Fatty shouted to Xiao Ting, "Xiao Ting, move to the back and keep an eye on things. If that thing gets close, warn me. Sister Tang, please sit at the front."
The cabin was packed like a can of sardines; Xiao Ting could only step on Jack to reach the stern. This boat was pointed at both ends; it didn't really have a front or back in the traditional sense—rather, it was defined by its direction of travel.
Xiao Ting must have stepped on Jack's injury because he yelped awake. However, he didn't resist violently; it seemed that pain had drained his last bit of strength.
"What's all the shouting for? You're not even wearing high heels," Fatty jeered.
Xiao Ting was startled by Jack's screams and jumped to the back of the boat. With that, both girls on board exited the cabin, giving us more space to row. The boat sped away from the Fire Sea-like pavement.
Aside from the sound of rowing, Jack's cries gradually faded. No one paid him any mind, not even me, who had been with him all this time; I didn't have a moment to spare to glance his way. All that occupied my mind was a single thought: faster, faster.
At one point, the two men in headscarves in front of me stopped rowing and leaned over the side of the boat, gasping for breath. Fatty suddenly crossed his oar in front of him and tilted his back toward me, asking, "Qiangzi, is this how you treat your benefactor? Did it burn into the flesh?"
I didn't understand why everyone had suddenly stopped rowing and asked Fatty, "Is it safe?"
Fatty gestured silently toward the front; I couldn't tell if he was wary of the two men or signaling me to follow their lead. However, I certainly had no objections to taking a break. Although our time rowing had been brief, it had drained all my energy. I was utterly exhausted.
I glanced at Fatty's back and casually remarked, "It's just a surface wound; it's nothing."
Xiao Ting was right behind us and immediately expressed her discontent upon hearing me. "It's burned into the flesh; we need to treat that wound quickly."
"Hey, Qiangzi, you really don't take your buddies seriously, or do you think I'm an idiot? Getting that stuff on you can burn down to the bone. I can't see the burns on my back, but I can feel them; they definitely burned into the flesh. Just a surface wound? Let me give you a surface wound and you can try it out."
Fatty's burns were indeed quite deep; the area wasn't large, but the part affected by White Phosphorus was particularly difficult to treat. However, I had grown numb to external injuries. After personally treating Jack's wounds, I felt that as long as it wasn't a head injury, I could face it calmly.
Jack had stopped screaming; perhaps he was too exhausted to continue. He lay between Fatty and me.
I suddenly lifted his shirt. "Compared to Jack's injuries, yours are really just surface wounds."
I looked at Fatty, wanting to see his expression. But first, Xiao Ting's scream reached my ears, followed by Fatty's shocked and incredulous face.
"How is he still alive?"
Since finishing Jack's surgery, I hadn't looked at his wounds again. We had run out of alcohol for disinfecting the wounds, and even the bandages were used up. Everything had to remain as it was until we could escape and get new supplies or find a medical facility.
Hearing Fatty's words, I couldn't help but glance at Jack's back. Several bandages had come loose, exposing wounds the size of a bowl. Two of them were clearly infected and oozing pus; the flesh in the middle was rotting and emitted a foul odor, somewhat reminiscent of the stench from that monster's corpse inside the Light Barrier, though not as intense.
Perhaps my nose had adapted to this foul stench during the earlier stages, as I carried Jack on my back without noticing the putrid smell emanating from his wound. But now, looking at it, my heart sank.
The infection was far too severe. The muscle layer on a person's back is not thick to begin with, and seeing the extent of decay in his wound made it seem as if it was reaching the bone. My spirits plummeted; I felt that Jack might die right before my eyes. Perhaps for him, this would be a release, as I knew he must be suffering greatly. But for me, watching a teammate die helplessly in front of me was the greatest agony.
Jack lay on the deck of the boat, his face turned toward me. In just this short time, the swelling on his face had reduced significantly, making his eyes appear much larger. His eyes were open, but they seemed devoid of consciousness, staring blankly at the deck without even a flicker of movement.
Fatty stretched his neck to look at Jack and shouted loudly, "Keep rowing! Get us to shore!"
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