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"If we don't go up, and they don't come down, what should we do?"

After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, Peng Fei pursed his lips, in his opinion, although there was a certain danger in the attack, but with the help of the cover of the rocks on the mountain, he was still sure to kill several poachers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"How do you know they don't come down?"

Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard this, looked at the room, pointed to a corner, and said, "See, these tents didn't bring anything up, do you think they are all superhuman and can cultivate into immortals on the mountain?"

Even though it is March and April when the snow returns to the earth, the temperature still drops below zero at night, not to mention the snowy mountains, where the water is definitely dripping into ice.

This gang of poachers left in a hurry, except for the guns, other supplies were basically lost in the house, Zhuang Rui didn't believe it, how long could those people last on the snowy mountains at more than ten degrees below zero.

Zhuang Rui was not afraid that they would find another way to cross the snowy mountain, because it was already afternoon, and it was impossible for those people to climb the snowy mountain before the temperature plummeted.

Therefore, as long as they guard the intersection of the mountain, they will form a situation of catching turtles in the urn, unless they are willing to freeze to death on the mountain, they will definitely go down the mountain honestly.

"Hey, yes, instead of working hard to go up and fight with them, it's better to drink a little wine at the bottom of the mountain and wait for the rabbit, Brother Zhuang, this strategy of yours is ......."

After Peng Fei heard Zhuang Rui's words, he thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but applaud his legs, it's not that he couldn't think of this idea, it's just that he hasn't really someone for some time, and this palm is really itchy, so he didn't think about it at all.

"It's not my strategy, it's Director Basang's idea, I'm just picking people's teeth......"

Zhuang Rui hugged Director Basang without a trace, this is indeed the case, Basang let the two of them guard the road out of the mountain, and it is also taking into account this factor, and the director of the public security bureau is not in vain.

"Brother Zhuang, just do what you say......"

Peng Fei stood up and said with a smile: "Hehe, I'm going to buy two sheep, barbecue it and take it to the mountain pass to eat, damn, starve those bastards......"

Whether they enter or exit the mountain pass, the terrain is relatively narrow, it is difficult for Peng Fei and them to attack it, and it is not easy for the people above to come down, so as long as they guard the mountain pass and pay attention to concealment, there is no good way for the poachers on the mountain to take the people below.

…… As the sun slowly sets in the west, the mountains to the west gradually become darker, the mountain wind howls, and the temperature drops sharply from seven or eight degrees during the day to below zero.

Halfway up the mountain, about a mile from the mountain village at the foot of the mountain, a bonfire was raised, and four people shivered around the campfire, and one person wore the only military coat in the team, standing in the open to observe the situation at the bottom of the mountain.

A short man in his early thirties by the campfire cautiously asked a bearded man with gauze bandaged on his shoulder, "Big brother, it's so cold, do you still have anything to eat?"

"You're a fucking foodie, eat, eat, go to jail......"

The little man's words made the gloomy man walk violently, kicked him to the ground, untied the armed belt around his waist, and slapped the little man hard.

"Big brother, spare your life, spare your life, this ...... I don't blame me, I came back to report when I saw the police, how do I know that there are only four or five of them......"

The little man was whipped and rolled all over the ground, and the terrible screams echoed in the mountains, far away, but fortunately this was a place where the snow could not be covered, otherwise it might have caused an avalanche.

"Damn, I don't know, I don't know, it's because you don't know, the brothers are trapped here, and Lao Tzu beat you to death......"

The little man's words made the big man angry, and the high armed belt of the wheel was pumped down vigorously, although the little man was wearing a very thick one, he still rolled on the ground in pain.

"Brother Beard, forget it, it's useless to kill him, let's think about how to go down the mountain......"

The person sitting by the campfire was a little unbearable, and he was now in this field, so what was the use of making infighting?

The beard was also tired, threw down the armed belt, and said angrily: "Go down the mountain? How do you go down the mountain? This is just a fucking road, can you climb over this cliff?"

The beard sat by the bonfire hatefully, looking at the little man lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, he really had his thoughts, if it weren't for him, everyone would not have ended up in this field.

Luo Cheek Hu is surnamed Hu, 47 years old this year, is a native of Sichuan, since the age of seventeen or eighteen, he has followed the elders of the family to poach in Xizàngxin and other places, in the northwest road, is the famous No. 1.

In the twenty or thirty years of poaching, the beard has developed its own smuggling channel, selling some precious and rare protected animals from the border between China and Russia to Europe for huge profits.

From the golden snub-nosed monkey in Sichuan, to the xizàng wild ass, Tibetan antelope, black bear, Tibetan antelope, goose-throated antelope, serow, yellow sheep, argali, these national first-class and second-class protected animals, the beard does not know how many have been slaughtered by hand.

In fact, as early as five or six years ago, the beard rarely came out to poach in person, but just last year, when a European rich man was traveling in Tibet, he saw a beautiful snow leopard, and he found the beard through the crowd and bid three million dollars to ask for the complete fur of the snow leopard.

This is a big business, after making full preparations, the beard brought five people to Zuogong County, but he didn't expect that the limelight on poaching was very tight now, and he was targeted by Jing Cha as soon as he arrived in Zuogong.

The beard has been fighting wits and courage with Comrade Jingcha for decades, of course, it is impossible to capsize in this small gutter, so he escaped with a little trick and came to the foot of the snow-capped mountain where the European rich man found the snow leopard.

After a short rest in the mountain village, the bearded group climbed the snow-capped mountain, but the first day of searching found nothing, which was also what he expected, and 3 million US dollars was not so easy to earn.

But just as they were descending the mountain, the bearded team suddenly found a golden eagle that was hunting argali, and the golden eagle was so large that it had never been seen in the beard of the beard after twenty or thirty years of poaching.

The appearance of this golden eagle made the bearded beard leave the snow leopard behind for a while, and immediately ordered everyone to surround it in an arc, ready to find a good shè strike point to kill it.

You know, hunting is prevalent in Europe, and many people will make their prey into specimens to show their achievements, and there are many wealthy people who take animal specimens for fun, making the European specimen market extremely developed.

Some rare animal specimens on the market can often be sold for sky-high prices, and the beard understands that a golden eagle of this size, if it can be perfectly killed and made into a specimen, the price will definitely be higher than that of the snow leopard skin.

The so-called perfect kill means that on the surface of the prey, there can be no wounds, that is, they can only hit the abdomen of the golden eagle, and cannot directly shoot the head.

It's just that the hunting process is not as smooth as the beard imagined, the golden eagle is extremely high, and when it sees someone approaching, it immediately gives up the argali, and prepares to rise to the sky.

Just as the eagle was about to soar, one of its closest men fired, and with the sound of the gunshot, the eagle fell headlong to the ground.

The subordinate who thought that he had killed the golden eagle was happily ready to step forward to check the prey, but unexpectedly, the golden eagle turned over suddenly, shook its wings, and directly grabbed the heavenly spirit cover of the subordinate with dagger-like claws.

This is not the end, before the beard who had just arrived close raised the muzzle, he was grabbed by the shoulder of the golden eagle, fortunately the claw that grabbed his shoulder was the injured one, otherwise the shoulder designation of the beard would be abolished.

The companion was killed, the boss was injured, so that these poachers were a little helpless for a while, which also gave the golden eagle a chance to escape, and after the beard reacted, the golden eagle was gone.

This result made the beard cry without tears, and he fought the eagle all his life, but when he was old, he let the eagle peck his eyes, and a brother died, which was simply a loss to his wife and a soldier.

However, on this snow-capped mountain with treacherous terrain, the beard can only knock out teeth and swallow blood, and after hastily burying the dead man, he led everyone down the mountain to rest temporarily.

It's just that I haven't rested for a day, and I heard the little man panicked and said that the village head had come to the brigade to investigate, and the thief's beard didn't even have time to pack up his things, so he fled directly to the mountain with a few people.

After going up the mountain, the beard found that there were only four or five people who dared to love each other, and the firepower was far inferior to theirs.

But now it's too late, the mountain pass is blocked, and going down can only be looking for death, which makes the beard feel a grievance, if he wasn't afraid of infighting, he would have killed the little man with one shot.

…… As time passed, night fell, and the temperature on the mountain dropped to about minus 10 degrees, and the dry firewood around the poachers had been picked up, and the flames were getting smaller and smaller.

In addition to the cold, everyone had not eaten for seven or eight hours, smelling the smell of barbecue wafting from the mountain, the eyes of several people were a little straight, and the saliva was swallowed vigorously in the stomach.

A poacher finally couldn't stand the biting cold wind and the temptation of the delicacies under the mountain, and said tentatively: "Brother Beard, this is ...... If it goes on like this, let's ...... We're going to freeze to death, or we're going to turn ourselves in, right?"