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Although the youngest of the group was the guide Zheluo, except for Lao Dao and his soldiers, no one else could keep up with him, and even veterans like Chaozi and Zhuoxiong who had been crawling around in Tibet admired the child's foot strength.

They had been walking along a low-lying strip that looked like the ruins of an ancient river channel, which was once a fertile grassland, but now a no-man's land with the changing climate, and occasionally they could see some of the stone buildings that had long since collapsed, which Jerro said were temples of the past.

Kunlun, a god who is in Tibet but spreads the myth of the Han people, rarely has Tibetans coming, and most of the places where people have been active are relics left by Han people.

With this group of professional soldiers in front of them, the speed of the march was noticeably faster than in the past few operations, and the sky began to fall with snowflakes, where the weather forecast did not work, and the new weather could be encountered at the turn of the corner.

Mixed with the cold wind, many people's eyelashes are white, the wind and rain is more than Zheluo expected, if the herdsmen encounter such weather will drive the sheep to find shelter, otherwise the livestock are very vulnerable to fright and lost.

Carrying the wind and snow on his back, Zheluo propped up his hands into the shape of a horn, and shouted in that not authentic Mandarin: "Everyone is lined up, the people in the back are pulling the backpack straps in front, don't let go, the leader follows me, the wind and snow are too big, we have to find a place to take shelter!" ”

In this bad weather, every word to spit out is a great test for people, roaring needs to consume a lot of oxygen, people have to breathe a lot to replenish, every breath of fresh air will be carried by the wind circle snowflakes directly into the trachea, that kind of taste is called the real heart-cold.

Everyone lowered their heads and followed the feeling of the person in front of them, because their eyes could no longer be opened, and Zheluo also led everyone forward with his familiarity with this area and his natural sense of direction.

When they began to feel that the wind had disappeared, they found themselves in a canyon, the cliffs on both sides were straight and craggy, and the height was that even the Bashu apes might not be able to climb it, and from here they looked up, and there was only a thin white line in the sky. This reminded Chaozi of the place name that is common in many places across the country: "This is a ray of heaven!" ”

The old knife has already built a fire in the place, and the military cans have been opened and heated on it, and the snow needs to be replenished in time, otherwise it is very likely that people will die due to a sudden lack of oxygen or a drop in blood sugar.

Jerro took off his boots, there was snow in them, he needed to bake them, and the heat was rising on his trousers, and the guide said, "It's not called a line of sky, it's called a buffalo ditch." ”

"Bison ditch? Are there bison here? Chaozi asked curiously.

After the guide Zheluo got acquainted with them, he began to talk more: "I don't know, no one has ever gone deep into the bison ditch, and those who go in will not come back alive, it is said that there are all bison bones in it, so it is called the bison ditch." ”

"Since no one has ever come out alive, you still brought us here?" Chaozi felt that this guide was a little honest, so she came to him and talked, because Lao Dao's face was always tense, as if someone owed him a lot of money.

"I let him in." Lao Dao took a sip of hot soup and said, "This is a moat, it was here that Genghis Khan's expedition to West Asia was to escape from the wind and snow like us. The Mongol Khan, who was proficient in the art of war, thought that this was too suitable for an ambush, so he sent an advance party of fifty men from here to investigate, but no one returned, and then the Great Khan had to take a detour with hundreds of thousands of troops, so you should be careful. ”

Chaozi asked, "Then why are we still going down this path?" ”

Lao Dao didn't look at him at all, but turned to Cha Wenbin and said: "This area is blank on the map, because no one has ever been able to bring out the mapping map alive, the aerial photography of the plane has never taken the image here, all the photos are blank when washed out, and the helicopter can't move in this climate changeable environment at all, so foot strength is the only way, but the place we want to go is this place that can't be found on the map, and the Bison Ditch is the only way to this area." Otherwise, we need to climb over three snow-capped mountains above 6,500 meters above sea level, and I think Mr. Cha should be able to understand what that means. With that, he continued to drink the hot soup in his box and did not look up again.

It is impossible to climb over three snow-capped mountains in a row, not to mention physical strength, even materials cannot be supplied, he finally understands why those people have to go around in such a big circle to get themselves. If you want to persuade a person to enter here, it is not much different from the death sentence, Cha Wenbin couldn't help but glance at the old knife more, at least there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

The buffalo ditch completely blocked the cold wind blowing from the northwest, except for the occasional scattered snowflakes, which did not make people feel much chill, and Cha Wenbin even found that there were one or two unnamed small flowers jumping on the steep rock wall.

After everyone had enough rest, Lao Dao asked, "Mr. Cha, can you continue to set off?" ”

Before Cha Wenbin could speak, Chaozi picked up his bag and hugged Zheluo's shoulder and said, "Little brother guide, let's go." ”

In the face of this serious scene-stealing thing, Lao Dao seemed very calm, and he beckoned several of his brothers to scatter at both ends of the team, and he followed closely by Cha Wenbin's side. This is the gap between a professional soldier and a ruffian soldier like Chaozi, Chaozi once privately told Cha Wenbin that he suspected that this was a group of mercenaries, in their eyes, the most unproductive soldiers here, even if you are a mercenary of the government, you are just a high-level security guard.

After less than two kilometers of progress, the road began to sporadic with the carcasses of animals, ranging from yaks to rabbits, some not completely rotting, and some were already piles of bones.

The further they went, the more and more the corpses and the variety of them grew, and they even saw the remains of some animals that had long been declared extinct. People could only walk around in these piles of bones, and various murals began to appear on the rocks on both sides.

Red! It is this familiar color again, Cha Wenbin has seen murals made of this pigment more than once, they are irregularly distributed on the cliffs on both sides, and most of the paintings are in the shape of animals, including antelopes, horses, and more cattle. These murals are a little rudimentary, but they also give out a strong character of the times, and Lao Wang said that they are at least 2,000 to 3,000 years old, that is, they are also from the Shang and Zhou dynasties at the latest.

There are murals, which proves that there have been people here who have been active, and Cha Wenbin's heart is a little relaxed, as long as it is a man-made predicament, there is a way to get out, and the only powerless resistance is nature.

As he was walking, there was a loud "bang" in front of him, followed by a "bang", and the old knife immediately shouted: "Prepare for battle!" ”

After the sound of the bolt pulling, everyone's nerves tensed up all of a sudden, but Zheluo, who was walking in the front, smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, this is an animal being buried to the mountain god." ”

But the old knife did not relax, after a gesture, the two men quickly advanced in alternate cover movements, and the others were left in place by him, and after a while, the person in front made a safe gesture, and then waved his hand to signal everyone to pass.

When I got closer, there was a Tibetan antelope in front of me that the blood in the nostrils was still flowing to the ground, and a hard yak rib penetrated its belly, and the original intact skeleton was also smashed.

What an agile animal is the Tibetan antelope, how could it fall from such a place? When you think of the animal bones here, are they all jumping off on their own like it?

Cha Wenbin walked up to the guide Zheluo and asked, "Just now you said that it was a martyrdom to the mountain god, what does this mean?" ”

Pointing to the antelope, he said, "I once drove the sheep here to avoid the snow, and I saw a yak jump down from that oral position. Later, I heard from my grandfather that it was the mountain gods here who provided food and water for these animals, so they would repay them in this way and be buried. We herders will also kill whole cattle and sheep and throw them outside, praying for food from this sacred mountain. ”

Zheluo has lived in Tibet for a long time, and naturally will abide by some ancient Tibetan customs, people use livestock wine to worship rivers, lakes and rivers and famous mountains since ancient times, the ancient emperors in the past also have to climb Mount Tai to worship God, this is the heart of human beings to worship nature, but also people from nature to obtain resources to express the feelings of gratitude. It is precisely because of this harmonious coexistence between man and nature that the land of China can continue to reproduce for 5,000 years.

But have you ever heard that animals are also buried? And it's so huge!

They became more cautious about their way forward, always on the lookout for time bombs falling overhead, and in fact in the next hour, they witnessed three more similar animal suicides, and all of them of different species, just as no one could explain the existence of the Bermuda Triangle, and no one could explain the existence of the Bison Gully.