"Hey, friends from the patrol team ahead, don't shoot! We are from Beijing. The fat man took two steps forward, kept a certain firing distance, and shouted at the patrolman behind the two cars.

The fat man kept an eye on it, afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so he didn't directly say that he was from Hong Kong.

"You're from Beijing?" Hearing the fat man talk about Beijing, in the two jeeps, a young man jumped out of the car happily, came to the fat man, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you an expedition team from Beijing or a journalist friend?" ”

"Journalists?" The fat man touched his big belly, and then he laughed at himself and said, "How can there be such a fat reporter as me!" ”

"Huh?" The young man in front of him was not very old, about thirty, with long hair scattered and scattered, his face was full of dust, he couldn't see clearly, and he was also wearing a dirty Tibetan robe, looking like a beggar, although so, his eyes were unusually shining. Hearing the fat man joking, he said in stiff Chinese: "Oh, then you must be an expedition from Beijing, right?" ”

The fat man looked back at Zhang Meng, Ye Jiu and Brother Jun, who had already cleaned up the battlefield, and did not rush to say the identities of everyone.

"Hey, Brother Zaba, it's from the Beijing expedition team." The dirty young man turned around and shouted at the man behind the jeep.

After hearing the young man's words, three people came over in the jeep one after another.

Maybe it's because the poachers have been trapped for too long, and the three people who came over are worse than the other, and they look dozens of times worse than the beggars on the street!

Their faces were purple, their lips were pale, and each one seemed to have no strength, and they were staggering under the night wind, and they could fall down at any moment.

Seeing the four mountain rangers with their mouths cracked, Brother Jun's eyes twitched, and after a while, he took out the wine jug he carried with him from his windbreaker, handed it to the four of them, and said coldly: "Take a drink!" ”

"That's right! Right! Right! Seeing Brother Jun handing over the wine jug, Zhang Meng and the fat man also realized that the four mountain patrol members in front of them were likely to have not eaten or drunk for many days, otherwise they would not be like this, so they hurriedly handed over the food and water they were carrying.

"I still have high-calorie chocolate here, let's pad it first!" Looking at the miserable members of the mountain rangers, the fat man hurriedly took out his private collection of chocolates and handed them over.

When the people who came out saw the food and water, their eyes glowed green, but they didn't take it without permission, but just looked back at the Kham man who came over at the end.

The Kangba man, in his forties and fifties, combed his hair in the middle, and looked at Zhang Meng and the others with a pair of bright eyes.

After a while, the Kham man nodded. The young man who came out first took the military brother's wine jug and drank it.

It was completely cow drink, without the slightest pause.

The others also rushed to take Zhang Meng, Fatty, Ye Jiu's kettle and food, and desperately sent it to their mouths.

Looking at the mountain patrol team members who looked like beggars in front of him, Zhang Meng sighed, but didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry! My brothers are so hungry that they don't know how to count. The purple-faced Kangba man at the head said to everyone.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Meng didn't seem to have seen anyone hungry to this point, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry!" If not enough, there is still food on the jeep behind us. ”

Listening to Zhang Meng's words, seeing that Zhang Meng seemed to be the leader of several people, the Kangba man wiped his hands with his sleeve, stretched out his approach, and said, "Hello, I am Zhaba Dorje, Secretary of the Western Working Committee!" ”

"Hello, hello." Zhang Meng and Zhaba Dorje held each other, and from the rough palm of the hand, Zhang Meng could clearly feel the strength from the man in front of him! Liability! Steady!

Everything a man should have is in the palm of this rough hand.

Zhang Meng has never felt this way in any hands! It's a man's tribute!

"Are you people sent by the state to survey the Hoh Xil Nature Reserve? How did you get here? Zhaba Dorje took a sip of water and said in slightly accented Chinese: "This is the westernmost part of Hoh Xili, and it is not easy for you to find this place!" ”

"We ......" Zhang Meng paused embarrassedly, he hadn't figured out how to explain his identity.

"Ugh." Looking at Zhang Meng, who wanted to stop talking, Zhaba Dorje seemed to realize that he might have recognized the wrong person, and asked with a slightly vigilant look: "Aren't you an expedition team from Beijing?" ”

"It's not." Brother Jun took off his sunglasses and said lightly.

"And who are you?" Hearing Brother Jun say that it was not an expedition from Beijing, Zhaba Dorje and his team members all stopped, looking at Zhang Meng and the others in front of them with vigilant eyes.

"Don't be afraid! We are not poachers. Brother Jun gave a rare explanation.

"You were a soldier?" Looking at Brother Jun, Zhaba Dorje was stunned and asked.

"Hmm."

"I was a soldier too." Dzhaba Dorje nodded, seemed to trust the man in the sunglasses in front of him, and said, "You said just now that you have a pass, what kind of pass is it, can you show it to us?" ”

"Okay." Zhang Meng nodded and said to the fat man: "Hand the pass issued to us by the National Security Bureau to Secretary Zaba." ”

"National security?" Hearing the National Security Bureau, Zhaba Dorje's eyes suddenly crossed a trace of essence, and he immediately looked at the pass handed over by the fat man, nodded and said, "That's right, it's the seal of the National Security Bureau." How many of you are from the NSA? ”

Zhang Meng smiled, did not nod in acknowledgement, and did not deny it.

Although he didn't know what the National Security Bureau was, the young man still smiled after knowing that Zhang Meng and the fat man were not poachers, and said with a smile in that hoarse voice: "It's good that it's not poachers!" Thanks to your efforts, otherwise, we would have been shot here tonight by this group of poachers. ”

Zhaba Dorje was older and thought more, and he could see that Zhang Meng and the others still had hidden feelings, but they didn't ask too many questions, just nodded the same and said, "Tashi is right, if I don't run into you tonight, I'm afraid we will be buried in this beautiful Hoh Xili." According to our Qinghai-Tibet customs, whether you are an expedition from Beijing or not, as long as you save us, you are the benefactor of our mountain patrol team. ”

"Hehe, where, where." The fat man was called a benefactor for the first time, and scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"By the way, where are you going?" The young man named Tashi was very enthusiastic and said with a smile: "I think it's too late today, if you don't rush to the road, how about staying at our aid station for the night?" ”

Zhang Meng looked back at Brother Jun, and saw that Brother Jun seemed to be a little touched, nodded and said, "It's okay, but we still have partners behind us!" ”

"That's just right!" Tashi laughed and said, "There are so many people! How long has it been since we've seen anyone other than poachers? It just so happened that I hid two jars of barley wine at the ambulance station, and we won't get drunk tonight! ”

"Barley wine?" Hearing the barley wine, the fat man's eyes lit up, pulled Tashi over, patted his belly and said, "Two cylinders are not enough!" I can drink three cylinders by myself! Tashi, are you okay with your drinking? ”

"If you can't do it, you have to do it! Who called you our benefactor? ”

"Cheerful, let's go?" Fat man is happy.

"Let's go!" Tashi smiled heartily as well.

Looking at the fat man who had already called the other party a brother, Brother Jun smiled and nodded, while Zhang Meng said to Ye Jiu: "Brother Jiu, you go and greet Lai Zi and the second uncle, they will drive the car over, and we and Secretary Zhaba will bring the remaining dozen or so people into the car!" ”