The situation was dire, and Fatty didn’t have time to shoot. Even with the "JianWei" caliber, turning it into a machine gun probably wouldn’t deal a fatal blow to such a massive python.
At this point, we couldn’t just sit there and wait for death. Fatty, Shirley Yang, and I shouted in unison, swinging our arms with all our might, using our bamboo poles and gun stocks to paddle the raft. But to our surprise, the raft was weighed down by countless water wasps, probably weighing over a hundred pounds. It was too deep in the water to move quickly.
If that giant python, covered in green scales, wrapped its body around the raft and crushed it, we’d have no chance of escaping if we fell into the river. We paddled like mad, but in our panic, our movements were uncoordinated and uneven. The raft, which had been drifting slowly, started spinning in place due to the conflicting forces we were applying.