The underworld is in the wind and snow, and the fifth volume of Mobei Tianjiao is the fifty-seventh chapter of the mysterious man

I summoned Ulihan and **** to return, drove the car and continued to walk forward. Pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info**** looked at the tiger corpse and said that if you don't put it away, it will be torn apart by the wolves after a while, but it's a pity that the tiger skin and tiger bones will be sold at a good price when you get it to China, and ask me why I don't cherish it, it's strange that I disdain the tiger corpse. "Chinese, don't like tigers, if you change Chinese, you will be crazy!" Ulihan translated, which was also her doubt.

"Say no more!" I was silent.

After driving more than a dozen kilometers like this, I stopped and slept again. By the third time, **** and Wu Lihan were completely confused, "Why the hell is this? What do you want to do? Running to this wilderness in the middle of the night to find a place to sleep?"

I said, "Don't ask, the money is all yours, just do it, I have my own plan." "By the fourth time they got used to it and didn't ask questions. But before I could park the car, a few sharp whistles pierced through the engine of the buggy and crashed into our eardrums. I quickly turned off the engine and all the lights and listened to the sound outside. From the skylight, I could see that the moon had set in the west, and in the bleak night sky, several bald eagles soared and swirled in the sky.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"That's Hai Dongqing, a small eagle that lives in places where few other animals set foot in it. Ulhan translated the words of ****.

I said, "Oh? That's not weird. But is this bird nocturnal?"

also wondered, "It's possible, but these birds don't look like they're hunting, and no one has ever seen more than a dozen Haidongqing flying together in groups." Why is this so?"

Ulhan said, "Could it be that someone is moving here to startle the birds?"

I glanced at Ulihan in the rearview mirror of the car, and suddenly remembered Wu Song, who was the author of the tiger corpse before. "Quite possibly! Who could it be? Hunter?"

Disagreed, "We hunters don't do such a boring thing, desperately brave the moon to such a remote place to kill a tiger? ”

"No way, it's the police who patrol the interior, and soldiers patrol only the border," he said. But if there is no specific purpose, the police will not come to patrol late at night. ”

After studying for a long time, I am still confused, what should I do? I got out of the car to look for it? Why? Forget it, maybe it is an inconsequential person, leave it alone. But I can't do it anymore, because if these people come to disturb me, I won't be able to wake up. Thinking of Wu Song, who stabbed the tiger to death before, he felt that it was necessary to understand the origin of these people. Seeing that there was still some distance from the place where Hai Dongqing flew, I decided to drive at night, just driving without turning on the lights, and walking slowly. Although I was very careful and **** was in command to lead the way, I carefully traveled two or three miles, but the two front wheels crushed the ice sheet with a 'Kela' sound, and both sank into knee-deep meltwater. The off-road vehicle had no problem wading in the water, but the front of the car was held up by more than two inches of ice, and it was impossible to walk. We had to pack our bags and get out of the car on foot, and we had to wait for the ice to melt during the day before we drove out.

Sleeping bags, shovels, weapons, and food were all packed on their backs, put on the prepared down jackets, and groped their way out of the car. He opened the back door of the car and jumped a big step, but he didn't get touched by the cold snow-capped meltwater, and left the stream and walked towards the place where the eagle flew on the mountain. After trekking more than two miles into the sparse taiga, the moonlight was even weaker, until the snow was still giving the pitiful light. We lay down in the snow and listened quietly, and there seemed to be no sound in the mountains, what should we do? What if we ventured to walk here, what if Wu Song came to kill us? It seemed that it was almost early morning, and we had to wait until dawn to look for marks on the snow. At this time, **** looked alertly in one direction to prepare the gun in his hand, I found that **** reacted and also heard a voice coming from that direction, sharp Soro's snow stepping and wheering panting, as well as angry roars from time to time, closer to it, I barely guessed that it should be a bear. "It seems that the encounter is inevitable, this bear is injured, and even if we don't kill it, it won't let us go." ”

I said, "It turned out to be an eagle that was startled by a bear, and it seems that I am a little distracted." Still, you said the bear was injured?"

Hmmm, staring. The bear paused in the direction it was traveling, sensed our presence sensitively, and rushed towards it with a low roar. Less than a hundred meters away from us while talking, **** raised his gun and prepared. When it was fifty meters, the ****'s gun finally rang out, 'da-da-da' more than a dozen bullets, and when the bear fell to the ground, we went over to check, **** marksmanship was good, there were four bullets hit the head, and one hit the neck. Looking at the half-ton black bear that was dying, I asked ****: "Can you still tell which injuries were not caused by you?

After a closer look, he pointed to a gunshot wound near his chest and said, "This shot is not my bullet, this bullet is small, like a pistol bullet." The police pistol was not powerful enough, it only angered the bear. This shot tried to hit the crescent moon in the bear's chest, and wanted to kill him with one shot, which is simply nonsense. It seems that the person who shoots the gun does not understand at all, there will be a bear that will show you the weak part of the chest and wait for you to shoot, even if the crescent is weaker than the other places, it is better to hit the neck or mouth and nose. If you hit it in the nose, it will immediately enter a state of suspended animation and lose all consciousness, but ordinary people can't hit it so accurately. ”

I said, "Do you know all about this Mongol?"

"Of course, even children understand that if you don't have a good gun, don't mess with bears." ”

I thought to myself, could it be a Chinese? That Wu Song, who fought the tiger, used a long knife. But why didn't we hear the gunshots? Since we didn't kill the bear but angered it, the bears must have been beaten by more than lucky, so we searched for the bear's tracks.

The temperature of the winter night in the north is very wonderful, the dark stage before dawn is very warm, almost reaching the highest temperature of the day, and the time when the fish belly appears white in the east is the lowest temperature of the whole day, in our hometown is called 'dog teeth', that is, this moment will freeze the dog in the kennel straight to the teeth. In less than half an hour, the temperature changes like a roller coaster. The eastern sky is getting clearer, and it seems that it is early in the morning, and the temperature has plummeted. Our exhaled breath frosted on our eyebrows. But it doesn't matter, it's already early spring, and such a moment will not exceed two hours, and as soon as the sun comes out, it will change a lot.

We searched the snow in the forest for half a mile and finally found a man. But he was already dead, and looking at the signs around him, it should have been a terrible fight. The corpse was shattered, the flesh was blurred and fragmented, and not far away under a tree that seemed to be the starting point of the struggle, where a pistol with a silencer was found, and the cause was found. We rummaged through the deceased's clothes, and there was nothing to identify, but I was almost certain that it was a Chinese person, because the texture of the clothes was different from that of the native Mongolians, and the hygiene of the body. Mongolians live in deserts and water resources are scarce, so they rarely take a bath, or even wash their faces. The grease that gets on your hands when you eat is only soaked in the soup pot, because Mongolians value food and energy in addition to water, and what is washed away is wasted. And this man is very clean, and it seems that the bath does not take more than three days.

I picked up my pistol and continued my search, and finally found the footprints of other people, also traces of hasty escape. It seems that there should be no strangers here, and I plan to take advantage of the fact that the sky is not too bright to go on another trip. "You two guard, I still have to sleep!"

Ulhan said, "You have slept three times, and now that it is dawn, are you still sleepy?"

I said, "We're the most sleepy in the morning!" I found a sheltered snow nest, rushed into the snow nest, tore open my sleeping bag and lay down, wearing a cotton hat and only exposing my mouth and nose. When I woke up, Ulihan and **** were gone, I struggled to climb out of the sleeping bag and just about to come out of the snow nest, and was hidden by the **** who was hiding on the side and pressed his shoulder to lie in the snow, **** decisively and briefly 'shhh Slowly looking up, there was a fierce fight between some people on the other side of the ravine on the left, and it seemed that it was an encounter between two teams. There was a group of people who were all dressed in black and black Russian snow hats. I suddenly remembered the carcass that had been torn apart by the bear, and if I looked closely, it would have been the same outfit, and one of them must have hit the bear. Looking at the costumes of the other team, it is more complicated, some are wearing snow blind glasses, and some are holding Mongolian long knives, it seems that these people are Wu Song's gang. Okay, it's really worth looking forward to everyone showing up so soon!**** and Ulihan seem to have heard the voice and hid me and themselves in the snow, and didn't participate in the conflict. Hunters are smart, and I'm even happier to watch.

Just as the battle situation had taken a turn for the better, the men in black obviously had the upper hand, because they were basically carrying pistols, and two of the Wu Song men with knives were knocked to the ground and suffered unknown casualties, and the rest of the accomplices were hiding and waiting for an opportunity to escape. At this time, I called ****, "Give the man in black a shuttle, it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe, and you can't let them tell the winner." **** said: "So we will be exposed, let's use the silent gun in your hand." ”

I said, "I don't want to hurt them, I just want to alarm them." ”

We were hesitating when suddenly a few gunshots rang out from behind us, just in time for my purpose. I wondered even more, how many people with ill intentions were there in this snowy mountain? As he spoke, the black-clothed men all hid on the spot, and the Wu Song people fled in a hurry, and the two wounded rolled down the hill and struggled to go around the back of the mountain. No one knew who fired those gunshots from where and where they rang out, and the man in black hid for a moment, tentatively getting up and disappearing, but he didn't deliberately chase Wu Song. We waited a little longer to see if the Cold Gun Faction could show up, but we didn't, and ate something on the spot.

My car was still surrounded by ice sheets, and besides, it was so conspicuous that it was like a flag flying high in a place where so many strange people had appeared, so I might as well give it up. Instead of going back there, we walked straight north, intending to walk some distance and wait until it got dark to continue our exploration. Walking in the melting snow is no more difficult than walking on the road. First of all, the cold, the melting of ice and snow absorbs the heat in the air, and it will feel colder than the biting cold wind of winter, which is the reason for the cold of spring. There is also the humidity, the spring freezes people without freezing water, the snow contains half of the water, and it will not be long before our snow cotton shoes are soaked. The ice sheet is absolutely not allowed to walk, and the ice in spring has a longitudinal texture, even if it is more than ten centimeters thick, it cannot bear the weight of a person, and you have to find a place to get around. I can't feel the feeling on my body, just look at the reaction of the **** two, I will follow when they stomp their feet, and I will follow when they shake their hands hard. Shaking hands is what **** taught me, which allows blood to flow better to the extremities, promotes circulation and prevents frostbite. In this way, we went until noon, and the relationship between the warmer weather and the amount of exercise, everyone sweated a little. We walked to a flat field, and the snow was covered in large patches, small like a few houses, and a large one with acres of land, and in between, the rocks and sand beneath were mottled and exposed, like holes in broken mosquito nets. A large field with no end in sight, and the mountains and woods behind you slowly turned into a horizon, and a large plain was like an endless sea covered with snow and waves. There was a deer-like animal that appeared to be the leader of a herd, watching us from afar and stomping the ground with our front hooves, declaring that it was the owner of the place. Suddenly, I spotted several small hand-dug pits, scattered in an area the size of a village. I approached them to take a closer look, and there was something peculiar about the way they were digging, like they were looking for depth rather than breadth. The mouth of the pit with a diameter of only 30 centimeters is dug into it to a depth of more than two meters, and it is simply digging a well! I also found that the soil dug out around it is all semi-cylindrical and has not spread out, I think of the Luoyang shovel used by Zhang Songlin in the tomb of the Ming Dynasty in Longhu Mountain, in this frozen soil, the Luoyang shovel can not only hit a small hole the size of a fist, it must be expanded, is it a tomb robber?