Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

As the Japanese climbed up, he had to lower his tiptoes because they were too heavy, then took a big gulp of the porridge. He stood on tiptoe again, cursed a few times, and had to lower his feet again to lighten the burden. The three Japanese dared not let go, because if they did, they would have to dive!

They hugged the man's neck and refused to let go, allowing him to scold and beat them.

The three people being hugged—two from France and one from the United States—saw they couldn't shake the bug off their backs. One of them took a deep breath and dove down hard. The Japanese man on his back, not noticing, took two more gulps and quickly let go, trying to swim up and grab the others. But the others, seeing what they were doing, thought, "How dare you hold me!" and quickly tiptoed away!

The other two people being held saw that they could still do this, so they took a deep breath and dove down. One of them, not noticing, let go and swam upwards! The other one was smarter. He watched the person he was holding take a deep breath, so he took a deep breath too. When the other person dove, he followed suit. Thus began the first-ever cow dung breath-holding competition!

Several people tiptoed to the door, trying to push it open and get out. They pushed a few times, but the door didn't budge. They bumped against it with their shoulders, but there was no response. They looked at each other, and they all saw despair in their eyes. They were doomed!

Although they couldn't get out, their cries alarmed the people in the mine, and more than 30 people came running out. They came to the bathroom door and wanted to open it, but the big rock was too heavy. Even if more than 30 people exerted force at the same time, they couldn't move the rock at all.

Those who got off the boat stared at this group of people in amazement, not understanding what this show was.

Mo'er was afraid that they would run away on the boat, so with a thought, she sent the dozen or so people on the boat and the more than thirty people who had escaped from the mine into the bathhouse.

The bathhouse was so small, and with nearly fifty more people suddenly arriving, the cow dung paste had risen by about thirty centimeters. As the dung rose, the people were completely covered in it. They all struggled mightily, or held down the people next to them to breathe. Suddenly, the bathhouse was filled with flailing hands. Afraid they would all drown, Mo'er lowered the cow dung paste to about 1.7 meters. Mo'er arrived at a room where a girl, about eighteen or nineteen, with a blank look in her eyes, sat on a bed, legs bent and arms wrapped around her knees.

She wanted to die, but if she walked out of this door, she would be caught and brought back, and then four or five miners would come in and torture her until she fainted from the pain! She missed home, her mother, and her brothers and sisters!

She regretted it so much. She had just gone up the mountain to chop firewood when she was abducted and brought here. She had been here for almost a month, and one or two miners came in every day. None of these stinky men were good people.

Moer entered the room, and the girl instinctively stepped back when she saw another stinky man coming in. Moer said to her, "Don't be afraid, I'm a woman, I'm here to save you."

The girl was stunned, and her numb eyes showed a hint of spirit. She looked at Mo'er, but still didn't speak.

Mo'er added, "I am a Chinese soldier, and I am truly here to rescue you. Now I ask you a question, and you must answer truthfully!"

The girl nodded. Moer asked, "How many people are there on this island? Were those miners captured by them, or did they come here voluntarily?"