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

They have been enclosing a group of yellow sheep in the past few days, and they want to scare and induce the yellow sheep to gather in a flock and shoot them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThere are also times when you encounter a large group of prey and shoot it directly. It's almost enough of the circle, and tomorrow is basically the start of the fight. I came at the right time to open my eyes to see how the Mongols hunted. I don't care about all the tastes, and I don't know if my body can adapt to Mongolian food, just eat and drink. During the dinner, I asked Ullihan if he wanted to talk about the price of hiring a guide now, and Ulhan said that he could talk about it, but now it is only for reference, and it is better to talk about it when he goes to the field, because even if there are any difficulties on the site now, he still has to add money.

I'm too lazy to think about it, it's messy enough, so let's think about my own business carefully. The next day, I drove the **** old-fashioned 212 jeep on the grassland for more than two hours to watch them hunt. It was an eye-opener sight, the jeep was stripped off its cloth and smoky across the savannah. When they reached a place 1,200 meters away from the yellow sheep, the two gunmen in the car stood up and used AK47s to shoot wildly, beating a group of hundreds of yellow sheep to flee with their lives, and throwing down 1,200 dead and wounded, and the jeep had been chased out for three or four miles. The two guns fired more than a dozen magazines, and the live yellow sheep fled without a trace before collecting the guns. Then he turned around and drove to collect the dead and wounded prey into piles, and those who were not dead were shot and killed. It's hunting, it's a massacre! It's unimaginable in China. But **** two of them have hunting licenses, and the law stipulates that as long as there is a hunting license, they can hunt, which means that it is legal for them to shoot wild animals so unscrupulously!

The prey was collected in four large piles, with more than two hundred heads. Then everyone found a suitable place to support the posture, peeled the skin by hand, and made bacon, jerky, and sausages. He also called his family to drive a medium-sized truck, brought some operating tools and household utensils, and set up tents to handle prey on the spot. In addition to keeping a part of the prey at home, a large part of the prey has to be pulled directly to Mulun and Ulaanbaatar by trucks to be sold, and people who travel in Ulaanbaatar can often buy this food. It's really rare, and it's unimaginable in China. If any merchant sells this kind of food in the market, it will be sold out immediately, but I don't know if it meets the national health standards. Much of the food in Mongolia is dried and fermented, because it is impossible to sell it fresh every day, and it is not known how the country's hygiene standards are formulated. Ulihan didn't look strange, I'm afraid it's commonplace, only I, a kid who has never seen the world, make a fuss. In this case, I naturally harvested a lot of yellow mutton products made by them. I really hated that I couldn't taste the taste, so I had to eat meat and drink wine dryly, and then drove the car. Friends in China must not follow me, this is simply death.

When the dust settled, **** said, "Okay, now I can be a guide, let's go straight from here, and it can be closer." He spoke to Ulkhan in Mongolian, and in the future, Mongolian will be directly translated. Ullihan translated it for me. Anyway, the equipment is already loaded in my car, take some more food, **** take his gun, and go straight on the road.

Ask me, "Do you have a specific goal, where do you want to go?"

Me: "I don't have a clear purpose for the time being, but I plan to take a trip a few miles away from the lake on the western shore of Lake Khuvsgul to see if there are any clues." ”

"Chinese are very fond of looking for treasures, do you want to find treasures? Then you are afraid to be disappointed." Because there are no legends about treasures in this area, the state will not allow the Chinese to take away the Mongolian treasures, and it is difficult to take them out of the tourist area, where there are often army patrols. Ordinary tourists have to pay some money when they meet the military police, what are you doing there?"

Me: "Maybe just to see, didn't you show the way for the expedition?"

"They all took pictures and recorded them in their notebooks. However, this trip is also very dangerous, the terrain is dangerous, and there are often wild beasts. Besides, they were all expeditions, and there were several of them, at least two or three. And what are you going to investigate for yourself?"

Me: "Aren't the three of us just a group? You're the guide, you're the interpreter, I'm the driver, hey, why are we going?"

After I finished speaking, Ulihan laughed, and he explained it to ****, and **** laughed together. Wu Lihan said: "If you don't want to be the boss, I can take a part-time job for you at a loss, but the salary will be doubled!"

I muttered in Mongolian, "Oh, I'll do it myself, I thought I could get a better job!" and everyone laughed again.

Passing through the town of Morin, by evening we were already approaching Lake Khuvsgul. It's the end of March, and the lake is still covered with thick ice, and when you look to the west, the mountains are covered with snow. The road is winding, the wheels are mostly covered with snow, there are a few rutted marks stretching into infinity, there are also messy horseshoe prints and human footprints, and all kinds of wildlife make me think this place is quite lively. We turned a little west, and struggled north across a mountain range from the vast flat lake. Eventually, it got dark and I pulled the car over.

"What's wrong?" asked Ulihan, confused.

I said, "Nothing, sleep!"

I was even more confused, "What the hell is going on? Did you hire me to sleep with you? Then you two are fine, why do you call me?"

I took out a few dozen dollars from a bag and threw them to the ****, "Don't be afraid, you won't suffer." "The price of Mongolian money is more than 200 to 1, that is, it takes about 250 yuan to exchange for a yuan, which is fortunately larger. I took one million to ****, and it was only three or four thousand yuan. "This point will give you a pressure pocket first, and go back to give you a big head. But there is a request: only I sleep, you two take turns to keep watch, try not to move my body and do not wake me up, until I wake up and talk. Questions?"

Both of them looked inexplicable, "Okay, since you're the boss, listen to you." ”

I also instructed the two of them to turn on the engine to heat up when they felt cold, adjust their seats to a comfortable position, and do not move.

The buzzers are still with me, and they don't need visas to go abroad, which is really worry-free. I hope they will spread out to help me find clues, but they will not disperse even if they are far away from me. I had no choice but to look for it myself. Fortunately, there were no such difficulties here, and the cold weather didn't help me anymore, so I wandered in the rocky land. A ghost came to remind me that there was something strange in the place more than ten miles ahead, as if there were signs of some animal dead, and I didn't dare to leave too far. I had to remember the direction, and if I couldn't find anything else, I went back to my body and waited to wake up. It's Wu Lihan on duty, and the **** sleeps like a pig, so that the assistant seat should be a mess. I woke up in the middle of the night and drove on my own, but Ulihan was still puzzled, but he didn't ask anything. I drove a distance, felt something strange about it, took my sword, got out of the car, and walked towards the thing's location. Ullihan chased after him, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'll take a look, you wake up the **** and prepare to answer me if you have something. ”

"There will be wolves, you have to be careful!"

"Bayarila!(Mongolian: thank you!)"

I climbed one foot deep and one foot shallow up a hill on the left, and left the road, and there was no trace of the hillside. Feeling that it was getting closer, I clenched my sword and stopped for a while, but I didn't notice anything and kept going. In the moonlight, there was a green snowy field, and the sparse pine trees were blanching everywhere, but I didn't see anything! I sat down and thought about it for a while, but I still didn't give up, so I poked and stabbed in the snow with my sword. I was busy when I suddenly noticed a pair of green eyes staring gloomily at me, it turned out to be a wolf. Look at it again, there are not just one, there are more than a dozen. I quietly tightened my grip on the hilt of the sword, staring into the eyes closest to me. The wolf roared and rushed towards me, and I pulled out my sword and waved my hands upward, and the wolf's hind feet kicked on my chest, and I took two steps back and lay down on my back on the snowy slope. Several other wolves pounced, and I quickly rolled down the slope a few steps, and took advantage of the opportunity to get up and swung a few more knives, and slashed two or three, and the wolves surrounded me, and I confronted them with my knife. The more dangerous it is, the more sensitive my senses become, and I don't have to look at it with my eyes at all, no matter which direction the wolf attacks first, I can always turn around first and respond accordingly, so I cut two more wounds. The old wolf who attacked me at first seemed to be not lightly wounded, and not only did he not attack me again, but after a while he was alone in the snow, the pool of blood under him turned white. At this time, a row of gunshots rang out, and it turned out that **** had shot at the wolves around me. One wolf fell to the ground on the spot, and the rest immediately scattered and fled. Wolves are very sensitive to the smell of people and guns, and if they walk in the wild with firecrackers on their bodies, they will not encounter wolves, and this encounter must be an accident. The head wolf also got up and struggled to escape, and fell to the ground for more than 100 meters, looking like his life was not long in coming.

He and Ullihan rushed over, alertly observing the surroundings, and Ullihan asked me, "What's the matter? I said it's dangerous, what are you looking for here?"

I said, "There's something here, I'll look for it." ”

Ulhan said, "The smell of blood will attract bigger wolves or beasts, you need to hurry!"

I searched the snow again, and finally found the carcass of a tiger!

This tiger carcass is about the same weight as a cow, and it is really large, it should be a Siberian tiger, and it is called a Siberian tiger in China. The body has not completely frozen, and it is still soft when pulled violently, and it turns out that the smell of tiger corpses has attracted the wolves. In the weather of minus 10 degrees Celsius, it seems that the tiger died for no more than two hours, and there was no wind or snow during this period. Did someone clean up the scene? I leaned over to look at the tiger's corpse, which had been stabbed to death with a long knife. There are a lot of blood stains and fabric fibers between the claws, and it seems that when we rushed here from the **** paddock, this tiger was fighting with someone here.

Don't blame me for being verbose, a tiger is not so easy to kill, especially a Siberian tiger. Huge in size, the sound, smell and clues within ten kilometers cannot be concealed from it, that is, it is strong and intelligent, comparable to a highly trained special forces. No hunter would want to fight a tiger unless it happens. I have heard of a way to kill a tiger, that is, when the tiger pounces on you, it will jump up and pounce on your neck more than ten meters away, at this time you must not be afraid to retreat or run away, you must rush towards the tiger, rush to the middle of yourself and the tiger jump point and stab the long knife upward, at this time, if it is accurate, it should be stabbed into the neck or chest of the tiger, and the tiger can not change the path and posture at this time, and can only let the long knife pick open his abdomen. It's easier said than done, the first is not to be afraid, the second is to be precise, but also to master the strength and protect yourself. Even with this technique, it is usually a lose-lose-lose, as the tiger still has a chance to change its stance to avoid your long knife, and even if it is disemboweled, the tiger will not die immediately, and it will be even more frantic when it is dying.

What kind of master can be so powerful? In the bitter cold land of Mobei, where rabbits don't poop, there is also such a powerful Wu Song who put the Siberian tiger to death! But it seems that he himself is not clear. Wait, after being so badly injured and still in the mood to level the scene so neatly? Could it be that this Wu Song is not alone? Yes, who would come to this uninhabited place alone in such a season. But what are these people doing here? Is it an investigation?