Chapter 365

I immediately stopped all my actions and pricked up my ears to listen carefully. The sound sometimes didn't exist, but I judged according to the rhythm that someone was slowly approaching our tent, and there was more than one sound. However, these people had the same pace, and it seemed that the comers were not good.

He immediately woke up the drunkard gently and whispered in his ear, "Shh, keep quiet, someone touched it."

The drunkard is also an old Jianghu. Although he usually smokes an old face and is confused. In addition to drinking and cooking, he just looks at the beautiful girl drooling, but the key is really half unambiguous. With a slight nod, when his right hand is pulled out of the sleeping bag, he already holds the scabbard three edged army sting.

It was midnight. When the bright moon hung high, the bright moonlight on the plateau threw the shadow of the attacker on our tent, including the rifle held by the first guy.

This guy stopped next to our tent and made a few gestures behind him. It seemed that someone behind was gesturing to answer something. After receiving the reply, this person didn't stop, but moved forward slightly beyond us.

"What's the matter?" I thought and immediately understood that this group of people probably came for those mountain patrollers. Our tents are all enthusiasts' international brands with blue and red logos printed on them, and those mountain patrollers use military green canvas to attack the camp. The people estimated to see this, so only one guy with a gun looked at us, The other seven or eight moved on.

"These people are so brave. Since they hit you today, even if you are unlucky," I gestured to the drunkard and made a noise.

When the man outside heard the movement, he squatted down and put his ears on the tent to judge whether we woke up and could clearly see the outline of an ear in the tent.

The drunkard exploded fiercely. His right hand army knife poked out across the tent cloth and "pounced" into the guy's head. At the same time, I jumped up, opened the zipper at the door and drilled out. Looking back, I saw a guy Leaning softly against our tent. The long army stabbed in the right ear and out the left ear, stabbed a pair and killed on the spot.

Looking at the camp of the mountain patrol team again, seven or eight people with guns lined up in a line. They have reached within 30 meters. It is estimated that they are ready to get closer and have a dense volley to sieve all the team members in their sleep.

Seeing that the situation was urgent, I couldn't care too much. I reached out and took the rifle that the drunk stabbed the guy to death. It was an old five or six-and-a-half. I'm afraid the gun was older than me. I didn't expect that someone was still using it now.

Holding up the rifle, I gently pulled the bolt and saw that the bullet had been loaded. I immediately set up the rifle, locked the calf of one of the sneakers at three o'clock and pulled the trigger.

Although the gun was a little old, its accuracy was good, and the distance was not too far. As a result, it hit directly. I aimed at it with a bang, and the man fell to the ground.

After this shot, the little saltwater lake was in chaos immediately, and there was a gunshot in the mountain patrol camp. They all threw their guns in the tent and opened fire outside. Two of the sneakers came out to shoot at me, and the other four or five dealt with the mountain patrol.

However, the sneak attack has lost the opportunity and suffered from the enemy. In any case, they are at a disadvantage, not to mention that the military literacy of these people is far inferior to me. I knocked over one of them with two or three shots, but it's a pity that they can only shoot a single shot in half or five, and the magazine has only ten shot capacity. In the twinkling of an eye, the Kung Fu was exhausted. The drunkard guarded behind me and handed me the bullets, The question came from the guy who was stabbed to death.

When I pressed the bullets, the Raiders retreated while shooting. They all used Bayi or 56 submachine guns. The bullets came over like sprinkling water to suppress us from looking up. After these people retreated to a distance, they turned around and ran away.

"Where did you get the gun?" Captain sodachi asked me after driving away the Raider.

I didn't answer. I pointed to the dead man leaning against the tent behind me. One of sodachi's men went over to have a look and said to sodachi, "it's one of those poachers. I've seen this guy. He ran away in Kuma river last time."

Sodachi looked a little relaxed and then asked, "do you dare to kill? What are you doing? You are not ordinary tourists."

"Er" I didn't expect that the Tibetan friend was very careful. I had to lie and say, "do you see the tall foreigner? He is our boss. The thin man who drinks with me is our bodyguard. It is our driver and guide who greet you to drink water. Our boss took a fancy to the woman and asked her out for a trip. We followed her all the way."

"Oh" sodachi nodded. He wanted to ask something, but there were bursts of beatings and screams behind him, which attracted our attention and gathered in the past.

It turned out that the guy whose leg was hurt by me was violently kicked around by several mountain patrolmen. While kicking, he shouted in Tibetan and Chinese: "how many people have you been in, how long have you been in, how many cars, and where are your skins buried?"

The man kept rolling on the ground and only screamed, but he didn't answer a word. I hit him on his lower leg, and the bullet didn't stay in it. He had been bandaged with cloth. When the team beat him, sodachi looked next to me and said nothing.

After playing for five minutes, the mountain rangers who started were tired and changed into another group. At this time, sodachi said to me, "thank you just now, otherwise we will suffer a heavy loss. I didn't expect them to be so crazy."

"That's right. The people here are simpler and better. Go to the mainland. Everyone is eager to make money and is going crazy. Now it's blocking people's wealth, such as killing parents. You stop them from poaching, that is, you cut off their wealth. It's strange not to hate you," I told him.

Soda nodded: "yes, they killed two of my men, one shot and the other threw into the quicksand. Watching him sink in, they threatened to kill my family."

"Shit, it's not as bad as his wife and children. They are so cruel." the drunkard scolded behind me.

"Therefore, I will be cruel, catch them all and give them a heavy sentence to the government," said sodachi, gritting his teeth, and shouted a Tibetan word to those men, which should mean more force, because I saw them kick harder.

From the perspective of interrogation, this kind of long-term beating is very effective. Unless someone has received anti interrogation training, it is difficult to get over it. Even if someone has received training, it depends on perseverance.

"Stop fighting, I beg you, I said I said," the guy on the ground finally couldn't hold it, crying.

The team members consciously stepped aside. Sodachi stepped forward and asked, "how many people?"

"More than thirty"

"How much exactly?"

"I really don't know. There are a lot of people this time, including skinners and drivers. I haven't counted the specific number."

"How many gunmen?"

"Sixteen or seven"

"How many cars?"

"Six jeeps"

"Who is the leader?"

"Middle aged man, we all call him boss"

"Is an ear missing?"

"Yes, right ear, only half"

Sodachi nodded to some of his men and said, "that's him. He released it last year and started his old business so soon."

"How many days have you been in? How many skins have you peeled? Where are you buried?"

"In three days, I met a large group and several small groups, and fought more than 2000 in total." as soon as this saying came out, even I wanted to rush up and give him two feet. Only three days later, I fought more than 2000. At this speed, the Tibetan antelope in Hoh Xil became extinct in a month. This is already their last habitat. No wonder the state is making great efforts to combat poaching.

"Where is it buried?" sodachi roared and asked again, and his eyes began to turn red with anger.

"Buried under a dead tree on the other side of zhounai Lake"

After discussing with several of his men for a while, sodachi sent two people and a car to take the thief and several bodies back, and informed his superiors to send additional personnel to search in the no man's land. He also strengthened the inspection of various checkpoints to prevent the other party from taking the stripped cashmere out.

After this toss, the sky began to turn white. Sodachi asked me, "where are you going?"

"Well, we're going to Kunlun mountain pass," replied brother donkey. He took out his tablet and wanted to show sodachi the electronic map on it.

Instead of looking at the tablet, sodachi directly replied, "Oh, you go south and cross the Kuma River and national highway 109."

"OK, thank you." brother donkey marked the tablet according to sodatu's route. After saying goodbye to each other, the two groups drove to their respective goals.

In fact, from the map, the route between our two teams is not far away, so we can see the rolling dust brought by their vehicles with binoculars at the beginning, but we can't see it at the back, so we can safely continue on our way.

But after driving for a few hours, when we got off to solve our internal emergency, we saw some black smoke flying into the sky in the distance. We called out the electronic map and compared the orientation of the sun. As soon as we converted, it was the direction of sodachi and others.

"What should I do? Do you want to have a look?" brother donkey asked me.

"Maybe it's a wildfire, or who cooked the bonfire," Ivan said nearby.

"No," I shook my head and said, "there are few trees here. It won't be a wild fire, and it's even more impossible to have a campfire. With such thick and black smoke, someone dares to eat what they make?"

"Well, something like rubber burns, so it gives out this kind of smoke," agreed brother donkey.

"Let's go and have a look." I waved my hand and drove with my companion to the pillar of smoke.

When we got there, we were surprised to find that a jeep was burning and there were several bodies lying next to it. The clothes were the same as those of the mountain rangers last night.

"What's the matter?" brother donkey screamed when he got off the bus.

"They were ambushed. Come on, look around." we immediately searched in several directions. I found a big crater in the right front of the jeep. There were also two mountain rangers lying beside the crater. It seemed that they were killed by the explosion, and one of them was still dragging half a rope in his hand