His face was ashen and bloodless. He knew without asking about it that he should have seen similar tragic scenes before.

The sharp whistle seemed a little shrill with the roaring river water. It was naturally the alarm signal of distress agreed by the horse gang team. It was urgently issued by Uncle Ma Guotou Gesang after seeing the danger. When others heard it, they hurriedly stopped their work, tightened their nerves and looked into the heart of the river.

It was dusk, and the sunlight on the slanting west dimmed little by little. When people and horses fell into the river, the "gum" sound did not even overwhelm the roar of the turbid river. Most people, including Sharon and I, did not see who fell into the river. Moreover, the people who fell into the water were either scared or looked away, and he didn't even shout, wondering if it was too late.

When I had the help of Sharon, I untied the rope to fix the White Deer Boy and me, and when I arrived at the riverside, there were only rolling turbid waves and several floating cargo boxes, and there were no signs of horses and horse feet falling into the water.

Humans and animals are no more than dead objects. After falling into the water, they will try to rush out of the water under the instinct of survival. However, they do not know that there are many undercurrents in the bumpy bottom of the river. They are too anxious and can easily be swept by surging torrents on the way up. If they hit the rugged rocks at the bottom of the river, they will faint on the spot, and at worst they will be crushed to pieces.

On the contrary, those lifeless cargo boxes can go with the flow. As long as they fail to collapse a few minutes before falling into the water, they will basically surface later, and will declare the tragic fate of the helpless people and the fallen water. Therefore, this kind of river that collapses by ziplines is passed down from generation to generation in the middle of the horse's feet, which is devoured living creatures.

After today, I guess the family members of the fallen man would have to remember a new name when they went to the ancestral hall to recite.

Looking across the bank, Uncle Gesang's expression became more and more serious. He knew that the horse's feet fell into the water were of great danger, so he only stared at him for a moment. He was so scared that he was so scared that he hung his hands on the other horse's feet on the spiraling rope that was circling and echoing.

There are two ziplines on this skate bridge. Before, I was walking along the way, and there were people and goods. So there was no problem. When the incident happened, the onlookers said that when it was the turn of the two people who were in trouble, they were not sure whether it was because of experience or fear that the newly bought mules and horses would be frightened. The two brothers on the skate line insisted on bringing mules and horses together. As a result, one of the ziplines was probably because of disrepair and was eventually overwhelmed.

Although the man carrying the goods was fine, his brother, with his horse's feet, slid down into the river with his horse. Without a few baths, he was swallowed by the ruthless river water.

At present, the horse-driving man who was trembling and hanging on the river was also frightened. If he had not brought some of the goods in the basket when his companion fell into the water, he would have probably been unable to support him and fell into the water.

The situation was urgent, and I was still calculating whether I could save the man in the face of the river in the face of the wind. A loud and loud whistle echoed in the river, and a whistle echoing in the river breeze had echoed behind me.

"It's Ajiu sister!"

"A Jiumei's horse gang team is here!"

"What a lucky thing, I'm saved..."

When I realized that among the horse-driver around me, several experienced horse-hard feet were already ecstatic. Especially the deputy Guotou, who had been following Uncle Gesang for the longest time, heard two crisp whistles in response, he felt like he had a rescuer, and was completely different from the anxiety he had when he was separated from the river and could not get the instructions of Ma Guotou.

What's special about this Ajiumei's horse gang?

Along the way, we did not meet the horse gangs who were walking with each other or passing by, but I also heard the young man named He who gradually became familiar with him. On the ancient road, horse gangs all adhere to the spirit of mutual help. When a horse gang team was in danger, they would come to warn them with a whistle, and everyone would work together to overcome the difficulties.

At present, with the sound of bells, several horse-driving men in military uniforms, dressed differently from our team in Tibetan robes, have already arrived lightly. The middle-aged woman riding a red bell-headed horse was in her forties or fifties, weathered, dark and red, and missing a pellet of front teeth.

She glanced at the zipline on the river with a sharp gaze like Uncle Gesang, and had already understood the current situation. After nodding slightly to the head of the deputy pot of our team, she turned her head and waved her hands to the two young men in their twenties behind her. The three of them had quickly rolled off the saddle and then untied the thick hemp rope behind the horse and grabbed it in their hands.

Uncle Gesang, opposite the river, probably vaguely saw the situation here with the afterglow of the sunset. He hesitated for a while and finally responded to the whistle of two long and one short. According to the explanation of the young man surnamed He, there are two meanings of this signal: one is to make the companions who have lost their swaying force, and the companions stranded on the river preserve their physical strength and wait for rescue with peace of mind; the other is to decide to let the team of the female horses start to carry out the rescue.

Seeing this scene, I was also a little curious, and couldn't help but hold my inner energy. As everyone who gave up a path to the three of them, I watched and watched the methods of driving the horses in military uniforms.

The female horse Guotou probably was used to this kind of treatment that was highly anticipated. She kept telling her two young and strong men while walking. After a while, she arrived at the edge of the cliff with a broken zipline.

I saw a man zipline tucking her hemp rope to her waist, and he had already relaxed his arms and climbed the remaining zipline very cleverly and agilely. When he pulled his back, his feet had already wrapped around the shaking zipline, and the man was hanging upside down under the rope.

Just as everyone was in their throats and sweating for him, the young horse-driver had already used his hands and feet, and his limbs cooperated tacitly to stretch and retract his body like an upside-down caterpillar and quickly moved towards the horse-drawn foot in the middle of the river.

The river wind roared like a dragon's roar. The young horse-driver was unmoved. He turned into a wet, cold and cold headwind after the sunlight faded. He took a three-step break, ignoring the roar of the turbid waves under him, and climbed steadily and safely in front of the horse's feet hanging in the middle of the river.

He came to the terrified horse's feet, and simply hung upside down on the zipline with his legs like a golden hook. He freed up his hands to find the short knife on his waist, and slashed several times in a row, cutting off the rope on the back of the soulless horse's feet, wet the turbid waves, and all the heavy and heavy salt that seemed to be poured into the river.

The whole basket of coarse salt was worth several months of expenses for a family of four, but life was at stake, so the two choices could only save people first. After the young horse-driver removed the burden of the trapped people, the horse-driver who was trapped had relieved a lot of strength. After cooperating with the young man to tie the string on his own board, the two finally slowly moved towards us one after another.

Originally, after removing the burden, the zipline had risen to a certain height and could slide, but the two hemp ropes broke and the balance was unstable. To be on the safe side, the two were still led by the young man hanging upside down to slide slowly.

The people on both sides of the cliff were not idle. Seeing that the cable bridge was swaying under the impact of the turbid waves of the river, there was danger of overturning at any time, hurriedly under the command of two horses on both sides of the river, steadily stabilizing the wooden stakes at both ends of the cable bridge, making the two people walking steadily at a distance from a short distance on the river were slightly less bumpy when they were walking.

Finally, with everyone's cooperation, the two finally arrived at the cliff on our side. I was still thinking about it, breaking one zipline, and after half of the traffic efficiency, I guess when the horse gang could not all come over before it was completely dark, the middle-aged woman who tied her waist with thick hemp rope around her waist jumped up and climbed the remaining zipline.

After a closer look, the broken zipline just now was recycled and untied by her companions on both sides of the strait when the young horse driver rescued the horse in distress. When the female horse was rolled and carried a hemp rope, another young horse driver under her also quickly tied the rope to the wooden stake at this end with a steady stalking.

It turned out that she wanted to repair the zipline bridge with broken hemp ropes.

After realizing the plan of the girl Ma Guotou, I was really surprised. Logically, she should have let her strong men finish this job like before. Unexpectedly, she actually did it herself and took this life-long job.

"It's worthy of being Ajiumei. It's been more than 30 years, and her skills are still as good as that of the past." Seeing this scene, the elderly Guotou also touched his gray beard and raised his thumbs up. In terms of age, he should be bigger than Uncle Gesang and the female Ma Guotou, and he is still stronger. However, the horse-driving man pays attention to the combination of physical strength, experience and will. He said that this is probably the last time he has taken this path.

The other onlookers had not had the qualifications to comment on the female horse Guotou, so they had to hold their breath and observe Ajiumei's movements quietly in the admiration of the 60s-old horse-driving man who grew up in the generation of female horse Guotou.

She carried a rolled hemp rope, like the young man before, and climbed up the zipline. Because of her age, her physical strength and endurance were not as good as those of young people, so she chose to climb two more steps more steadily and take a breathing rhythm. The facts proved that her judgment was very accurate. She had climbed across the river smoothly and quickly and climbed straight to the other side.

Just as everyone was sighing at her skillful movements, the female horse pot head was almost complete. However, the hemp rope dragged behind her was getting heavier and heavier. Under the strong swaying of the river wind, she pulled her down hard.

"Oh no! She can't bear it anymore!" The older horseman saw the clue first, but it would be useless if he could sway his cigarette bag.

"My mother!"

"Be careful!"

On this side, the two strong young men also saw the problem and felt that the female horse pottou was a little exhausted, so she shouted out in a hurry. Unexpectedly, they were actually the children of the middle-aged female horse driver. However, those who work in the horse driver sometimes adopt some people who are unkind and homeless as adopted sons, but I don’t know which of the two of them are.

"Stabilize the wooden stake!" Seeing that the situation was not good, in view of the previous situation, when I saw the river wind suddenly rise, I hurriedly called everyone to lift the wooden stake that stabilized the fixed stake. As soon as the words fell, the wind had already arrived, and in a moment it pulled the wooden stake to one side, and it seemed like it broke out from the ground.

Everyone stared at the female horse pot head intently, and they didn't notice this. If Sharon hadn't been quick-eyed and fast-handed, and had the huge force to stabilize the wooden stake, the two young horse-driving men would have had time to seep the soil and tamp down the soil foundation.

On the other side of the cable bridge, the experienced uncle Gesang had already seen the danger. While commanding everyone to stabilize the wooden stake, he decisively ran out a lasso in the wind and threw it steadily in front of the female horse pottou. She was seen clearly and reached out to grab it, then walked around and put it under her armpit.

"Let's go!" Through a river, we all heard Uncle Gesang's anxious voice.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, the exhausted female horse pottou Ajiumei finally landed safely and was pulled to the other side by everyone. Uncle Gesang, who took over her thick and long hemp rope, also quickly wrapped the rope head around the free wooden stake three times and knotted the rope buckle.

With the joint efforts of the two horse gangs, we finally repaired the ferry zipline that was disrepaired and suddenly broken at the cost of losing two parts of the goods without any danger.
Chapter completed!