The Tibetan horse bear is slightly different from other males. Because the face of this kind of bear looks like a horse, it looks very ugly and ferocious, so it is called this. The Tibetan horse bear that fell from above our heads is in the shadow of the moon.
Li waved his claws, somersaulted and hit the protruding rocks on the mountain wall.
The Zanggu Valley itself is a large crack in the Gaqing Slope. The cliffs on both sides are steep and narrow, causing the Tibetan horse bear to knock on the rocks here, change the angle of fall, and hit the cliff growing on the other side.
The thorns and dead trees on the ground were so powerful that the force of the fall was so strong that it immediately broke the trunk of the dead tree. The belly of the Tibetan horse bear was also cut open by a hard tree branch. Before it even landed, it was already hit.
The guts were disemboweled, bringing with it a lot of dead trees and gravel, and a large black mass fell down with a crash.
Because this huge Tibetan horse bear did not fall straight down, it was difficult for people below to judge where it fell. Moreover, the scene was so bizarre that many people were so shocked that they forgot to avoid it.
At this critical juncture, someone shouted: Hurry back, press your back against the wall, and don't move. Fatty, Chu Yi, Peter Huang and others finally reacted and grabbed Uncle Ming and the others.
Several porters whose legs and feet were so frightened that they hid under the ancient trees on the edge of the mountain wall.
Almost at the same time, the Tibetan horse bear's body also hit the ground at the bottom of the ditch. Shang Yuan and I both felt a strong wind blowing against our faces. The bear's body was like a heavy bomb, shaking the nearby ground.
After trembling three times, I looked at the Tibetan horse bear, which had been smashed into a bear patty, a big mess of blood and flesh.
Immediately afterwards, a lot of loose gravel fell from the sky. As the guide Chu Yi said before, small stones falling from an altitude of 1,000 meters, even if they are only as big as a fingernail, are enough to kill someone.
.Everyone clung to the rocks behind a few ancient trees. They didn’t dare to move. At this time, they had nowhere to hide. They could only pray for the blessing of Bodhisattva.
Fortunately, the place where the Tibetan horse jumped off the cliff was a little far away from us, and there were no casualties. No one in the area knew what happened. Could it be that the ancient legend had come true or that the sacrifice had started again?
The Samsara Sect also perished hundreds of years ago and no longer exists in the world. This Tibetan Horse Bear
At this time, the gravel falling from high altitude gradually decreased. Fortunately, the yaks and horses were not frightened and ran away. They were all stunned with their eyes wide open. Maybe it happened too suddenly and they were too frightened to react.
How to do it.
When we thought everything was over like this, we suddenly saw the fat man pointing to a high place and saying: My dear mother, the kamikaze is coming again.
Before I had time to raise my head to look up, a beast with horns on its head had already crashed down, and the horns on its head were inserted into the back of a horse. Coupled with the huge falling force, it hit us.
Both horses died with broken tendons and bones. Only then did they see clearly that what had just fallen was a Kunlun white-necked long-horned sheep.
More than a dozen identical long-horned sheep fell from the top of the ditch one after another. This time the remaining horses were frightened. Since there were no strong trees in the ditch to tie the horses to, they were not tied very firmly.
The horses neighed, broke their reins, and ran over the backs of the yaks one after another, running forward blindly along the zigzag bone ditch.
The yak, which was the slowest to react, finally gave up at this time and followed the horses with their heads down and ran forward. The trampling of the ox and horse hooves, as well as the neighing of the animals, gradually faded away along the deep ditch, leaving only the rumbling sound.
a dull echo.
We couldn't imagine what happened on Zanggugou, and we didn't have time to guess. We were very tired after a day's journey. The first graders and others were going to have a meal and drink some wine, and then unload the yaks, so some supplies were still there.
On the back of the yak, there was no time to unload it, and the most important thing was the ginger juice. Without ginger juice, there is no way to cut the ice. Although we also have explosives in case of emergency, using explosives on the glacier is tantamount to courting death.
In addition, yaks are very noble to Tibetans. At that time, the Chu family was relatively wealthy in the local area, with only three yaks and twenty sheep. If ten yaks were lost at one time, it would be a huge loss.
Seeing that there were no more falling beasts above our heads, we ignored the danger and divided into two teams. The guide Chu Yi and I, together with the fat man, picked up our weapons and immediately went out to chase the cattle, while the rest of the group packed up.
Something, follow behind.
Moving forward along the winding bone-hiding ditch, the soil at the bottom is full of traces of trampling by cattle and horses, and many dead bones submerged in the soil have been turned over. These bones have long since decayed, but occasionally a phosphorescent flash like a will-o'-the-wisp can still be seen.
You can imagine that a long time ago, in this ditch at night, there were horrible scenes of will-o'-the-wisps everywhere among the bones. The weeds on both sides were as tall as half a person, and some dead trees and broken vines were mixed in, making it look even more desolate.
Desolate.
We drove forward for a long distance, and there was no movement before and after. We could neither hear the running sounds of the cows and horses, nor see the light of the lighting tools of the group behind us, so we had to stop to take a few breaths.
He took out the leather bag containing the wine, and the three of them drank a few big sips each to build up their courage. The fat man took out a cigarette and smoked it.
I asked what happened in the first grade of junior high school when the Tibetan horse bear and those long-horned sheep committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. Why did they let us catch up with something that hadn't happened in so many years?
Chu Yi shook his head and said: "I haven't been to Zanggu Valley in nearly ten years. No one else has been there. Except for ancient legends, no one has witnessed it with their own eyes. I don't understand why we just came here."
Suddenly something strange happened.
The three of them discussed for a while and then followed the trend of the deep ditch to look for the yaks and horses. At this time, they knew that they would not be able to catch up in a short time. The group behind them was too far away for fear of homophobia. What if something happened?
There was no time to respond to the changes, so we had to slow down and move forward.
The weeds were thicker on the roadside ahead. The guide suddenly became vigilant and pointed at the weeds on the roadside to me and the fat man. There was a strange smell in the grass, like the decay of a corpse mixed with the smell of a wild beast.
The stinky, fishy smell is a bit choking.
The fat man was holding a sporting rifle, I was holding a Remington shotgun, and the first grader was holding his usual shotgun. At this time, we were all in a state of combat readiness, ready to push through the long and messy grass to see what was inside.
But before we could get close, a female wolf suddenly sprang out from the grass, jumped in the air, and rushed towards us. This sudden attack was quick and cruel. Chu Yi, who was standing at the front, moved even faster.
Without firing a shot, he pulled out his Tibetan knife and struck the head with one blow. With one sound, he cut the wolf's head into two halves with the tip of its nose as the center line. He died on the spot.
Fatty and I couldn't help but applaud the knife for being so quick and accurate.
Chu Yi laughed. At that time, the leader of the Karamir wolf hunting team was not chosen casually. This guy wanted to ambush us, so he deserved bad luck today.
Chu Yi suddenly stopped talking and picked up his shotgun to see what he meant. There were other corridors behind the grass. We held up our guns and pushed aside the large group of weeds. A large hole was revealed in the mountain wall behind the grass. There were
Countless fluffy things. The grass covering the entrance of the cave was pushed aside, and the dim moonlight shone in. It turned out to be a large nest of wolf cubs. When exposed to the light, they all huddled together and trembled in fear. Maybe the female wolf was also affected.
The cattle that had just escaped were startled, and when they saw someone passing by again, in order to protect these wolf cubs, they jumped out and wanted to hurt someone. Here is a wolf,
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I always drank highland barley wine. Now the wine was getting stronger, and I suddenly felt murderous. I drew my Tibetan knife again and wanted to get into the hole and stab all the wolf cubs to death.
When the she-wolf attacked just now, Fatty didn't have time to show off, but now he wanted to steal the show. He stopped Chu Yi and said: Good steel is used on the blade, and good wine is served at the state banquet. Why do you go to such trouble to clean up these little wolf cubs?
It all depends on me. As he spoke, he took out a set of three detonators from his arms, lit the fuse with the cigarette in his mouth, and threw it into the wolf with a shake of his hand.
We all hurried to the side, and not long after, we heard an explosion in the wolf and a plume of smoke.
After the smoke cleared, we entered the wolf for a final sweep and stabbed everyone who was still alive. The space in this cave was amazing, and there were many fragments of bronze. It seemed that it was a very secret place.
It was a place where sacrifices were held in the bone ditch. However, because it was later occupied by these wolves, many things and markings were destroyed and could no longer be identified. We found a large number of animal remains in this cave, some of which had not been eaten clean.
It suddenly dawned on me that the special terrain of Zanggu Valley had been taken advantage of by these wolves. Since wolves were not adapted to running in high-altitude mountainous areas, it was difficult to catch up with prey, so they tried every means to drive the prey to the top of the ditch on Gaqingpo.
, if you hadn’t known it in advance, it would have been difficult to see a deep ditch opening in the hillside in the distance. It was too late to stop when you ran up to it. The wolves that were driven from the grassland to the mountains basically disappeared and were desperate. Unexpectedly, they actually
Survive by relying on the remains of this ancient sacrificial ditch.
After coming out of the wolf, Fatty and Chu Yi had a heated discussion. It seemed that the unlucky Tibetan horse bear must have been wrapped up in the evil waves when they were chasing the long-horned sheep. The Tibetan horse bear faced
It gets crazy when it is in a desperate situation. A dozen evil wolves may not be able to touch it, but it was when it was desperate. This Tibetan horse probably wanted to stay away from contact with the wolves, but ended up falling into a deep ditch and falling into pieces.
Bear patties.
I also wanted to interrupt and talk to them, but suddenly I thought, oh no, I don’t know how many evil wolves are surrounding Gaqing Slope, but they will definitely circle back to Zanggu Valley from the direction we came from, because according to the original
One said that the front of the Zanggu Valley is connected to the ancient Shenluo Glacier. The glacier in that area is steep, and this is the only way to go in. Therefore, when the wolves came back to drag the long-horned sheep to death, it was impossible to come from that direction.
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The yaks and horses running to the front should not worry about being attacked by wolves, but those behind are unprepared. I have dealt with vicious wolves in Tibet. Those guys appear and disappear, and they are really cunning.
If Uncle Ming and the others were attacked by a sneak attack, there would be no guarantee that there would be no casualties. I mentioned this idea to Fatty and Chu Yi, and the three of them immediately turned around and walked back. After all, human lives were at stake, and they could not care about those yaks for the time being.
Unexpectedly, as soon as we walked not far away, we saw the lights flashing and others were already following us. It turned out that they heard an explosion and thought we were in danger, so they rushed over to rescue us.
I saw the two groups of people gathered together, and then I felt relieved. At this moment, I saw that Chu Yi had already raised his gun. In the direction where his gun was pointing, several wolves appeared. Those guys stayed there.
They no longer move forward beyond the range of the weapons. Under the night, only their green eyes and blurry shapes can be vaguely seen.
The people with weapons raised their guns and were ready to shoot. I hurriedly stopped them: These wolves want to test our firepower. We only have two sports rifles that can target long distances. Don't shoot easily. Wait until they get close.
We all have guns at random. Anyway, we have more people and guns. The number of wolves gathered in the mountainous area is only a few dozen at most. As long as we take precautions in advance, there is no need to be afraid of them.
At this time, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the distance, and its hair was shaking in the night wind. My heart sank, and I immediately remembered the night in the Great Phoenix Temple. The scene of the fierce battle with the wolves was vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.
It's the same thing as before. It's not that enemies never meet. Unexpectedly, ten years later, deep in the Kunlun Mountains on the border of Tibet, we encountered the white-haired wolf king again. It was actually still alive. We had killed so many wolf cubs just now.
The hatred between the two sides is getting deeper and deeper.
I whispered to the fat man: Are you confident about shooting here? To capture the thief, capture the king first. After killing the wolf king, these wolves will not pose a threat to us. It is best to kill it with one shot.
The fat man smiled and said: Pediatric, Commander Hu, just wait and peel off this white-haired wolf.
As I spoke, I had already raised the sports rifle in my hand, and at the same time I was taking aim, my finger was on the trigger. I felt happy. If I could solve it here, it would be a relief for me. But just before Fatty
The sporting rifle moved with the target. When he was about to hit, the white wolf had already hid in the blind spot of shooting, and several other wolves also disappeared into the darkness. The fat man cursed and had to put down the gun.
Those wolves knew that rushing over in this narrow ditch was to hit the muzzle of the gun, so they retreated quietly. But I knew in my heart that they must hate us till their teeth are itching. The departure now is just a temporary retreat. If there is a chance, they will
He will attack without hesitation.
But there was no way, we couldn't catch up, so we had to move forward as a team, looking for those yaks that had strayed far away. After trekking for a long time in the Zanggu Valley, everyone felt sleepy and exhausted, and finally found them on a hillside at the mouth of the ditch.
I saw the yaks, they were all grazing there.
When the guide Chu Yi and the four porters saw that the yaks were safe and sound, they all felt ecstatic, forgetting their fatigue, and hurriedly ran up the hillside. We walked slowly behind, and when I reached the hillside, we suddenly froze. It seemed that
It was even more bizarre than a Tibetan horse bear falling from the sky. There were five people lying next to the yak. Judging from their costumes, they were the first class of junior high school students. They all seemed to have been greatly frightened and fell to the ground, trembling all over. Book