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Chapter 1727 Lethality
Thunder rumbled and rain poured down.

Inside the hastily erected tent, the group of people, slightly soaked, drank milk tea to keep warm and smoked while watching the rain.

“Samba, it’s all your fault for jinxing me.” Zhacuo ruffled his hair. “If you hadn’t been talking nonsense, how could it have rained less than half a day after we came in?”

"No matter how much I say, isn't the rain decided by the mountain god? Why don't you talk about the mountain god?" Samba said irritably.

"That's because the mountain god doesn't like you talking, so it rained to teach you a lesson. Samba, I beg you, can you please talk less in the future? Can you please not upset the mountain god?"

Zha Cuo looked very serious, and what he said made Samba furious.

“I think it’s because you keep using the mountain god’s name to say your own things that you’ve angered him,” Samba sneered. “You should talk less and learn from your mistakes.”

While they were joking around, He Qingyuan said, "I'm afraid we'll have a hard time finding it again this time. I don't know how many days we'll have to wander around in the mountains."

"Let's take a look around and see. Bolamula is so big, there's more than just that one group of sheep hunters." Dorje's words were also helpless, and he smoked his cigarette more heavily.

If you follow the trail, these people will only be hunting a small flock of sheep at most. But if they lose track of them, then hundreds or even thousands of sheep will perish. In winter, when the wool grows well, poachers are rampant. One group comes in and kills dozens or hundreds, then another group kills dozens or hundreds more, and that's how the sheep are wiped out.

Wang Yan sat to one side, smoking a cigarette while looking at the stone he had just picked up from the ground, trying to make some judgments.

This time, the route into the mountains was different from the last time, and we obtained all new information.

The rain came suddenly but didn't leave quickly. By the time it stopped, it was already dark. So the group decided to continue camping there and rest until the next day to continue their pursuit of the poaching gang.

Because the altitude wasn't too high, Wang Yan used some dried meat to make noodles, and everyone ate them rather haphazardly.

When we first entered the mountains, we had the energy we had replenished during the previous rest periods, so we just needed to make do and stay full. High-energy foods such as tsampa, cheese, and yak jerky were to be eaten in the latter half of the journey.

At the same time, a considerable amount of food must be kept in reserve to cope with various unexpected events. In the Bolamula no-man's-land, any unexpected event can occur. For example, if vehicles cannot drive out and people have to walk, often over mountains and valleys for tens or hundreds of kilometers, then naturally more supplies need to be stockpiled.

The next morning, the group packed their gear and set off again, venturing deep into the no-man's-land.

Although the area is sparsely populated, most people drive aimlessly. Only when they occasionally discover tire tracks, see bullet casings, or encounter animal carcasses will they begin a targeted search. After that, the clues run out, and they return to driving around aimlessly.

But their journey was not boring.

They bicker while driving, sing songs while parking, and sometimes even wrestle when they get excited—they're always laughing and joking. Occasionally, when the car gets stuck, everyone works together to get it out, then they cheer and shout in celebration.

The scenery here is also quite beautiful. On a clear day, you can always see the entire snow-capped mountain. Perhaps the locals like Duojie and Zhacuo have grown tired of the unchanging landscape and can no longer appreciate the beauty of the mountains, but their faith allows them to witness its sacredness.

Wang Yan didn't find it boring at all; he found it quite enjoyable.

He had cycled across the plateau once before, but it was just a quick look around. This was his first time living here on foot. For him, everything he saw was new scenery, and everything he experienced was new.

The uninhabited area is home to many wild animals. Wild yaks, wild donkeys, and marmots can be seen frequently, guarding the edges of burrows. Wang Yan also spotted snow leopards, Pallas's cats, lynxes, and more, and took many photos.

On the other hand, this was Wang Yan's first time working in geography, and he was constantly conducting investigations, recording, and researching along the way, which was quite fulfilling.

Even when setting up camp, sitting in a chair with Zhacuo and others, drinking milk tea, smoking, and chatting, while listening to Dorje tell many stories from the past, is quite pleasant.

Along the way, we encountered many storms and hardships, but we kept each other company every day in a lively and cheerful manner, and that made us feel at ease.

This trip was not as smooth as the last one. There were three heavy rains along the way, and a strong wind blew up one day. We also got stuck in the car countless times.

By the twelfth day, food and oil were running low, and everyone was prepared to return empty-handed from their mountain expedition.

However, just as the group rounded another mountain and came to a wide-open plain, they saw the carcasses of Tibetan antelopes scattered all over the ground.

From a distance, right on the Tibetan antelope carcass, some people were busy skinning it, with four vehicles parked around: two jeeps and two trucks. A dozen or so men, carrying AKs, were smoking and chatting.

Upon seeing the two vehicles approaching from the front and back, the men raised their guns, cocked them, and watched warily.

Their reaction was similar to that of Daji's group last time, and Dorje's response was also similar to that last time.

After driving about a hundred meters, Dorje gave one more instruction, then jumped out of the car and shouted at the top of his lungs, "We are the patrol team, lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Dorje was met with relentless rifle fire. Meanwhile, his men were retreating in an orderly fashion, even using the skinners as cover.

"Aim carefully!" Dorje shouted, fearing that the patrol team members might kill the skinners.

Skinning poachers is certainly abhorrent, but ultimately it stems from poverty. If everyone could make a living, those still skinning animals would be courting death.

"College students! College students! Kill them!" Zha Cuo shouted Wang Yan as he fired his weapon.

Wang Yan was currently aiming his gun, not firing rashly. Killing the person was pointless; the important thing was to capture them and make money.

So Wang Yan didn't fire until someone got into the car and sat in the driver's seat.

Just like last time, he wanted to injure the person in the driver's seat to make it harder to start the car and drive away. Once the person is injured and incapacitated, it takes a lot of effort to pull them out.

However, things didn't always go as planned. There was a truck, and because the front of the truck wasn't facing Wang Yan, someone ran up from the passenger side and started the car.

"The truck is full of leather, we can't let them get away, give chase!" As Wang Yan spoke, he emptied the magazine, wounded a few more poachers, and then loaded bullets into the magazine one by one.

"Forget it!" Dorje stopped him, not wanting Wang Yan to take the risk.

“I know what I'm doing. They're shooting.” Wang Yan waved his hand. “Samba, you drive, let's go around.”

"it is good."

Samba glanced at Dorje, then got into the car without hesitation and took Wang Yan to give chase.

"Get away from them, they've all gone mad!"

A missile shattered the back window of the car. Wang Yan gave a warning to Samba, who was driving. Samba cursed and muttered a few words in his native language: "Their firepower is too strong! We applied for weapons, and all we got were broken guns! College student, how can you aim from the car?"

At this moment, Wang Yan was aiming, intending to help relieve some pressure on Dorje and the others. Although the patrol team currently had a numerical advantage, they were still being suppressed by the poaching gang in terms of firepower.

There's nothing we can do about it; the disparity in weapons and ammunition between the two sides is too great. The other side can unleash a barrage of AKs, while we have to carefully count each shot to conserve ammunition.

"I don't know, I've only fired a few shots before. Let me try firing a few shots first."

As they were talking, Wang Yan pulled the trigger and shot a poacher in the leg. He missed several shots after that and left the battlefield, gradually catching up with the fleeing truck.

The truck was cumbersome, and given the high altitude, its power was somewhat limited. It was still not as fast as an off-road vehicle. Even though the truck had driven ahead a while, and Samba had taken a long detour to avoid bullets, the truck still couldn't escape.

Inside the cockpit, a man was firing an AK-47 against the car window. Wang Yan fired three shots, hitting the man's hand with the gun from behind on the third shot.

Immediately afterwards, the truck swerved sharply, its driver distracted by the broken hand, which affected the driver on the other side.

This beat-up truck clearly doesn't have power steering; driving it is definitely hard work.

Finally, the truck bumped along, climbed a small hill, and then stalled.

Wang Yan and Samba worked together to open the car door and pull the screaming man out.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?" Samba kicked the man.

The man was wearing a hat and his head was wrapped in black cloth. Wang Yan lifted the hat and saw that it was an old acquaintance.

It was Li Yongqiang, who appeared only a few times in the drama before his character died, who worked for the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Alright, Samba, that's enough with the kicks. Let's hurry back and check on Dorje and the others; those bastards have such good weapons."

Wang Yan waved his hand, and together with Samba, stuffed the people into the off-road vehicle. Without paying any attention to the truck loaded with leather, they turned around and went straight back to the battlefield.

At this point, the gunfire had become sparse, and the situation was somewhere between surrendering and waiting a while before surrendering.

With Wang Yan's return and the taking down of the most aggressive poacher with a single shot, the encounter on the plateau came to an end.

Just like last time, Dorje and his men slowly approached from the side until they disarmed the poachers, searched their bodies, and then tied them all up.

Seven corpses lay in a row on the ground. Four of them were killed by Wang Yan, and the other three were skinned people who were killed by unknown people.

Dorje sighed, "People die for wealth, birds die for food. Do you think they're worth it?"

Wang Yan stood beside him, smoking a cigarette: "That truck that ran away earlier must have had more than two hundred hides in it, most of them dried hides. They ran into us, otherwise, who wouldn't be living the high life after they got out? Dorje, why are you being so sentimental?"

Dorje stared at Wang Yan for a few seconds, then looked at the corpse on the ground: "We've been in the mountains for so long, and we haven't killed many people. You've only been in the mountains twice, and you've already killed eleven people..."

"That's why poaching is rampant. Now people are starting to die in Bolamulla, which greatly increases the danger. People who aren't brave enough should think twice. Of course, it's also possible that the supply has decreased, causing the price of furs to skyrocket, making more people flock to it. It's hard to say."

Wang Yan patted Dorje on the shoulder, "This group looks richer than the previous one. Maybe we can get a few hundred thousand, enough to balance the company's accounts."

Dorje shook his head and said nothing.

He's always like this; when everyone else is happy, he's frowning.

At this moment, He Qingyuan walked over with a timid-looking person.

"Dorje, college students, look who this is."

Hearing the sound, the two turned their heads. He Qingyuan pried open the man's hand that was covering his face and saw Bai Ji's deathly pale face.

Dorje shook his head, opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally sighed.

"Oh, isn't this Bletilla striata? What a coincidence, running into you here." Wang Yan walked over with a smile and put his arm around his shoulder. "Perfect timing. Last time I saw you were quite curious about what it's like to kill someone and how it's handled. Come on, see that gasoline can? Go, pour the gasoline on them."

Bai Ji bent over, trembling, trying to smile, but instead managing to force a smile that turned into a tearful expression.

"Yan... Brother Yan, don't scare me. I didn't kill any sheep. I was just helping out skinning them to earn some money. Uncle Dorje, even if I hadn't come, I couldn't have stopped them from killing the sheep..."

Bai Ji's voice was trembling with tears; she was truly terrified.

Seven corpses lay on the ground, covered in blood, one even with a bullet wound to the face, and several staring wide-eyed in death. Bai Ji had never seen anything like this before, and Wang Yan was even grabbing him by the collar and shoving him forward to scare him.

"Alright, Wang Yan, stop scaring him."

Dorje waved his hand, as if to rescue Baiji, "Baiji, don't be afraid, get some rest, we'll leave the mountain tomorrow. But we definitely have to tell your mother about what happened to you. Your mother and I are friends, and I can't just stand by and watch you go astray."

Bai Ji nodded hastily: "Yes, Uncle Dorje, it's all my fault for being so useless. Please don't give me any special treatment. Treat me however you should, and don't let others gossip about you."

"That makes more sense," Dorje said, patting him heavily on the shoulder.

The group began pouring gasoline on the corpses, and when they threw a piece of fire at them, it burst into flames, and a strange smell began to spread in the vicinity.

They did not observe the cremation on site because it was only noon and there was still plenty of time. In addition, there were other injured people among the poachers and skinners who needed treatment, and both sides were running low on supplies. Therefore, the patrol team did not linger and left as soon as possible.

A procession of six cars drove off in a grand procession.

The once bustling spot is now littered with the carcasses of Tibetan antelopes and seven charred, unrecognizable human corpses. The bloodstains on the ground are indistinguishable as to whether they are human or antelope blood.

Suddenly, several vultures began to circle in the sky, and their numbers gradually increased. From behind the mountain, a pack of wolves emerged.

This seems to be a feast of nature.

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