The poachers were holding five prisoners. Four of them are dressed in bright clothes, either red or white. They are all down jackets, fur boots and velvet hats.
None of the seven prisoners wore sunglasses or scarves. The poachers wore these trophies openly on their faces.
Seeing these people, I also had questions in my heart.
These poachers and captives, where did their cars go?
In Hoh Xil, no car means a dead end.
It doesn't make sense that there are so many people but only one pickup truck.
Something must have happened in the middle.
The next second, my eyes were fixed on the last prisoner.
The prisoner was dressed like a local and looked to be a guide.
In the distance, there are vast snow-capped mountains in Hoh Xil, and nearby, the yellow sand is swaying.
The guide's hands were tied, and the rope was held in the hands of a poacher. He staggered and fell to the ground several times, and was dragged forward by the poacher.
The guide seemed to be at the end of his rope and could die at any time.
He seemed to be wearing a red armband on his left arm, but the original color could no longer be seen.
Apparently, the guide should be a staff member of the Hoh Xil Nature Reserve.
Perhaps because they were afraid of the identity of the guide, the poachers did not use violence against the guide. If it had been other civilians or fellow travelers, the guide would have been abandoned by the poachers in the wilderness to fend for themselves.
In Hoh Xil, bringing one more person is more of a burden.
Even if they are accomplices, they will be treated in the same way.
"Third uncle. Third uncle. You are back."
Seeing a group of poachers approaching, the middle-aged man rushed towards them, lighting a cigarette and a fire. He stared directly at two of the captives with his eyes, which were shining brightly and looked extremely vulgar.
"Hey, foreign girl..."
With an excited roar in his mouth, the middle-aged man pulled the two foreign girls as if they were given blood. You could hear the middle-aged man breathing heavily from a distance.
The two foreign girls were hugged by the middle-aged man, but they didn't cry, they just tried their best to dodge and beg.
It was obvious that the two foreign girls were extremely scared.
"Go away, you motherfucker."
A bearded man knocked off the middle-aged man's hat with a slap, and cursed in a unique Xihai accent: "Go back and fuck your mother-in-law."
After viciously pushing the middle-aged man away, the big man wearing a long trophy down jacket turned his head ferociously, but he saw me at a glance.
At that moment, the big man couldn't help but be stunned. He immediately turned around and grabbed the middle-aged man and asked fiercely.
"Those who make alluvial gold. Tibetans."
There was a loud slap, blood spurted from the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and his barren black face quickly swelled.
"Mutai, how many times have I told you to take care of your home. You bitch..."
The ferocious man grabbed Mutai and gnashed his teeth and cursed: "Do you want us all to die?"
"Third uncle, this person just..."
Mu Tai smiled, walked up to the ferocious man, and kept gesticulating with his back to me: "Gold, gold, so much gold..."
"Moreover, this guy has a knife. It's a good knife. It's embedded with gems..."
"It's better than grandpa's knife..."
"He doesn't have a gun. I can see it clearly. I just need to kill him..."
My hearing has been very good since I was a child, especially after lying in the Jinhe Cliff Cave for seven full years, my hearing has been perfected to the extreme.
I was in a tailwind again, and every word Mu Tai said came true to me.
The ferocious man was furious when he heard this. He slowly raised his head and stared straight at me. Two rounds of blazing sun were reflected in his black sunglasses, and the sky was filled with murderous intent.
Putting his hand on Mutai's neck and pushing him away, the ferocious man walked slowly to the river with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at me across the nameless river that was only seven or eight meters away, and grinned.
"Tashi Delek."
"Buqiong, are you here to mine gold too? What's your name?"
"Your sword is very beautiful. Show it to me."
I replied to Tashi Delek first, without giving my name, but straight to the point: "My mastiff Fido. I wonder if you have seen Jiula?"
The ferocious man seemed to be gesturing with his hands behind his back, and responded to me with a smile: "I didn't see it. What does your mastiff look like?"
"How much gold did you wash? Show me."
After receiving a gesture from the ferocious man, many poachers behind me shouted to see my gold. They occupied several positions in stacked layers and slowly gathered around me on the other side of the river.
Two young men who looked to be in their twenties raised their shotguns at me without any concealment.
Murderous intent arose out of thin air at this moment. Facing the opponent's three five-six-and-a-half and three shotguns, I seemed to see the scene of me falling in a pool of blood and being dragged away by the familiar Hei Wuchang. Read the book
"Not much gold was washed today."
I Zhan Ruliu raised the transparent plastic box and shook it towards the sun: "I, Jiula and Buqiong are still waiting for me. I'm going back."
"If they don't see me, they will come looking for me."
While talking, I leaned down to pick up the things, and I was calm and not timid.
"Buqiong. Wait."
The ferocious man stopped me, with a smile on his dark face that could make ghosts cry.
"Let's discuss. Sell me your 212. There are many of us, but we only have one car. We need to leave the mountain immediately. I will thank you. When we arrive in Xihai, you can give me Yang Laosan's name, and I will take charge of the wine. Then send it to me. Your table is 250."
I shook my head and responded, "I can't sell you the car. We three brothers came to mine gold and we only have one car."
The ferocious man Yang Laosan raised his right hand: "Buqiong. I will give you three brothers three pieces of skin. The skins are very valuable now. Take the skins out of the mountain, it will be enough for you this year."
I said coldly with a straight face: "The leather is hot to the touch, I can't sell it."
"Calipei."
Saying goodbye, I moved my steps and turned around to move closer to Rotten Jeep.
"boom!"
The double-barreled shotgun burst out with a huge gunshot. A poacher on the opposite side raised his gun to the sky, looked at me coldly, and said in a ferocious voice: "Will you give me the car?"
I looked at the other party calmly, and then at the smoke in the sky: "I gave you the car, what should I do?"
"I don't care about you so much."
The shotgunner hissed and pointed his gun at me. With a wave of his hand, Mutai led two poachers into the water and approached me step by step.
Mutai's eyes were staring straight at the Damascus knife on my waist, full of greed.
