"Devil's Valley?" Zhang Meng paused, thought about it, and asked with an expression that was not so relaxed: "How terrible is this Devil Valley?" Why did that guide, Dorjee, refuse our Jianyì repeatedly? ”

"In fact, the Hoh Xil under our feet is the same as the Devil's Valley, and it is known as the forbidden area of life." Zhang Shaotu said slowly: "Devil's Valley, Hoh Xili, Shentang Bay, and Taklamakan are known as the four forbidden areas in China. But neither the high altitude of Hoh Xil, nor the moving quicksand of Taklamakan or the cliffs of Shentang Bay in Hunan Province can compare to the terrifying ...... of Devil's Valley."

"What's a terrible law?" Zhang Meng asked.

"It is rumored that there is an extremely strong magnetic field in the Devil's Valley, and the high-intensity magnetic field often emits extremely strong gamma, so it often causes strange lightning and thunder, no matter whether it is human or animal, as long as you step into the Devil's Valley, you will die!" The fat man said, "And this Devil's Valley is in the northwest of Hoh Xili, and there is only a mountain between the two. ”

"No wonder that Dorjee is so resistant." Zhang Meng looked back at Zhang Shaotu and asked, "Second uncle, was my decision a little too reckless?" ”

"Let's take one step at a time!" Zhang Shaotu shook his head and comforted Zhang Meng: "If I had made the decision at that time, I would have chosen this path." None of the roads of life are smooth. ”

"What's the matter, Zhang Quede, before you arrived in the Devil's Valley, you were cowardly?" The fat man laughed.

"Who do you say coaxed?" Zhang Meng blushed and scolded: "Get out!" ”

"Brother Meng, what do you think is that?" Seeing that the fat man deliberately changed the topic, Xiao Lou also pointed to the vegetation in the distance and asked.

"I don't know. Fatty, do you know what that is? ”

"Damn! Of course I know, fat man. The fat man pursed his mouth and said disdainfully: "That's Qinghai-Tibetan moss...... I'm telling you don't think it's useless, but...... But this place is a rare high-quality grass. ”

Gradually, under the fat man's nonsense, Zhang Meng also forgot what happened just now.

Along the way, with the fat man by his side, Zhang Meng didn't feel bored, and before he knew it, the sun was going down, and night began to fall.

The jeep driving in front also stopped when it saw that it was getting dark.

Zhao San came to the jeep of Zhang Meng and the others and said, "Little Mengzai, the sun is setting, let's find a place to set up a tent first, and then hurry tomorrow morning, right?" ”

"Second uncle, what do you mean?" Zhang Meng turned around and asked.

"The temperature difference between morning and evening in Hoh Xil is strange, and it is estimated that the weather will change, so I agree to set up a tent now and stop to rest." Zhang Shaotu nodded.

Zhang Shaotu is best at feng shui numerology, looking at the environment has his own hand, listening to the second uncle Zhang Shaotu said, Zhang Meng also nodded and said: "Okay, after a day's journey, everyone is tired, so let's set up a tent here first and live down first." ”

"Okay!" Hearing this, Zhao San beckoned the big guy to set up a tent.

It was the height of summer, although the ice and snow on the high mountains of Hoh Xili had not yet melted, but there were many freshwater lakes around, and it was also one of the few places in Sichuan and Tibet where water and grass were luxuriant.

But most of them were canned meat and compressed biscuits, and the fat man just ate a few bites before throwing down the lunch box, "Phew! It's better to be a fellow countryman! This compressed stuff is so fucking inedible. ”

"Okay, just eat what you have." Zhang Meng looked at the fat man's belly, which seemed to be bigger again, and mocked: "I said, look at yourself yourself, it's time to lose weight." ”

"Cut! Let me do anything, I can't do anything, I can't do it if I don't eat. The fat man raised his eyebrows, and suddenly heard something. He hurriedly put his index finger to his mouth and motioned to the people behind him not to speak.

"Listen, is there something calling?" The fat man whispered.

"Looks like there's something!" Everyone was stunned, not to mention that the fat man's ears were really good.

"Baa, baa, baa!"

"It's like the cry of a lamb." Xiao Lou said in a low voice.

"Sheep?" As soon as he heard that it was a sheep, the fat man's eyes lit up, and he immediately touched the pistol on his waist, and said happily: "What are you talking about!" I said Zhang Quede, even if you have a good mouth today, look at the fat man, I will get you a wild Tibetan antelope meat to eat. ”

"Don't!" Seeing that the fat man was about to shoot at the Tibetan antelope that ran over in a panic, Xiao Lou couldn't bear to say in his heart.

"Fatty, what Xiao Lou said is right, Tibetan antelopes are national protected animals, you can't shoot and hurt them." Zhang Meng also spoke out to stop him.

"Hey, what are you afraid of? And no one knows. The fat man said greedily, and he was about to do it.

However, before the fat man opened the insurance, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and the gun in his hand was pressed down by the military brother.

"Don't shoot!" Brother Jun said coldly.

"Huh?" The fat man asked puzzledly, "Brother Jun, you won't also be from the Wildlife Conservation Association, right?" ”

"Fatty, don't talk." Lai Zi looked at the little Tibetan antelope that ran over in a panic in front of him, and quickly turned around and extinguished the bonfire that was burning.

"Hey, I said Laizi, what are you doing? I finally lit ......"

Without waiting for the fat man to finish speaking, Brother Jun, Zhao San, and Zhang Shaotu, who had already understood at this time, were all on guard and touched their hands on the weapons.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the fat man understood, covered his mouth, and whispered: "It can't be a poacher, right?" ”

"Poachers?" Zhang Meng was also surprised, before leaving, he already knew what was going on with the poachers from the third uncle.

Most of the poachers are gold diggers, mostly farmers from Qinghai and Gansu, and most of them are ethnic minorities such as Hui and Salar people. Due to the extremely backward local economy, when many people saw that hunting Tibetan antelopes could make a fortune, these people frantically joined the ranks of poachers. It is understood that each person has to raise at least 10,000 yuan each time, and many of them sell their property to make up their shares. In order not to lose money, the madness of their indiscriminate hunting and killing can be imagined.

Although the poaching gangs are down, they are quite well-equipped, with Beijing jeeps, Dongfeng trucks, small-caliber rifles, submachine guns and modified semi-automatic rifles, often carrying thousands or even tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition at a time. Every time a crime is committed, hundreds, or even thousands, of Tibetan antelopes are hunted.

It is now the summer breeding and migration season for Tibetan antelopes, so it is the perfect time for them to commit crimes.

"Dorjee, where are we now?" Yoriko asked the guide.

"Xinqing junction, as long as you walk for two more days, you can enter the Ruoqiang County area."

"That's right!" Hearing Dorjee's response, Lai Zi slapped his thigh, looked at the Tibetan antelopes that kept fleeing in the distance, and said: "In order to escape the pursuit, poaching gangs generally choose to be at the junction of Qinghai-Tibet and Xinqing. ”

"So what do we do?" The fat man turned his head to look at Zhang Meng and asked, "Do you want to help?" ”

(PS: Today's third shift, ask for a monthly pass.) ）