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Chapter 1732 Rescue
"They're surrounded! Several vehicles! Wang Yan, what do we do?"

Throughout the journey, Bai Ju listened attentively to Wang Yan's instructions. Now, at this crucial moment, she subconsciously sought Wang Yan's opinion.

"Of course we'll fight them! If the two of us leave, Dorje and the others are really doomed." Wang Yan put down his binoculars, his hand gripping Bai Ju's shoulder. "Be steady, why don't you just kick the engine?"

Bai Ju smiled sheepishly, and the car began to slow down.

Wang Yan took five or six half-bullets from behind and grabbed two handfuls of bullets, stuffing them into his pocket: "They're stuck in the car, don't get too close. Use the blind spots between the two cars to get close, then we'll have to tow them."

"Is there still a chance for a tow truck? They have six vehicles and dozens of people, we can't beat them, can we?"

"You're such a good shot, what are you afraid of? Focus on driving!"

Bai Ju took a deep breath, calming her tension and excitement, and drove towards Dorje's location.

This was an open, flat area, which could also be seen as a basin surrounded by mountains. The distance between the two sides seemed short, but in reality, they were still several kilometers apart. By the time the vehicles could be clearly seen, a while had already passed.

Old Han said, "Our car!"

He mainly repaired and maintained the patrol team's vehicles, so he was quite familiar with them. From a distance, he could tell they were the vehicles that had been seized earlier.

Even though he was pale and weak, Zhacuo perked up: "The college students have come to save us."

Samba said, "He'd be dead anyway. There are dozens of them on the other side, and some of them are good marksmen. We were driving when a lot of bullets hit our car."

While in motion, at a distance of four or five hundred meters, with the body bouncing up and down, he was still able to control the approximate point of impact, which means his marksmanship was quite good.

Samba waved his hands and shouted, "Don't come! Go back! Don't come!"

“Are you stupid? No wonder the mountain god doesn’t like you,” Zhacuo said. “He didn’t get his cart stuck, so he can leave as soon as he comes. He can also take Dorje and the others with him, and leave some people behind to cover the retreat. It’s not like they’ll all die. Dorje can still get us compensation when he goes back.”

Old Han said, "Looks like you're not going to die, Zha Cuo, your mind is still so clear."

"It's the mountain god protecting us!"

Dorje and the others watched in silence as the car approached, stopping a few dozen meters away. Then they saw Wang Yan jump out of the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, while Bai Ju stood to the side, gun in hand.

"Wang Yan! Why did you bring Bai Ju here? Aren't you just hurting her?" Dorje was anxious.

Wang Yan chuckled: "Her marksmanship is excellent. Bai Ju, go and show her."

Bai Ju didn't say anything, silently holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, squatting down and peeking out to observe, then aiming the gun...

Wang Yan patted Dorje on the shoulder and offered cigarettes to everyone: "Relax, it's alright. I'm a sharpshooter, what's there to be afraid of? You've been chased for so long, and only Zhacuo is injured. They don't dare to come up. I can scare them to death with every shot I fire. The tables have turned, comrades."

"Hit! Hit!" Bai Ju stood up excitedly, only to be pulled back by Wang Yan.

Suddenly, the poachers increased their firepower, and bullets rained down on them.

"If you hit it, you hit it. Why are you jumping around like that?"

After scolding Bai Ju, Wang Yan checked Zha Cuo's injury. A bullet had hit his shoulder, and the bullet was lodged in the bone. It hadn't been treated in time, and he had lost quite a bit of blood, but his overall condition was relatively good. He immediately went to the car to get bandages, helped stabilize the injury, and gave him painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs.

While he was treating Zhacuo's injuries, Dorje and the others were also busy discussing who should be taken away by Wang Yan and who should be left to die. They were even scrambling to decide who to take away.

"Look at you all, how come your morale is still so low?" Wang Yan clicked the bolt to chamber a gun. "Just watch me."

As they were talking, Wang Yan went to the side and hid behind the front of the car, peeking out to observe the enemy situation.

The two sides were nearly two hundred meters apart; an average person could only see their shadows. Hitting someone was even more difficult. Bai Ju's side had already fired twenty or thirty shots, and they were only just starting out with a beginner's advantage—and that was considered excellent.

After a cursory observation and a perfunctory attempt at aiming, Wang Yan finally fired. The first shot missed, but struck a poacher in the ear, causing the man to jump in shock.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Yan fired a shot, and the man fell down.

The poachers were in a panic. They hadn't suffered any casualties after firing for a while, but now, in such a short time, two of them had been shot down. So they carefully hid behind the vehicle while simultaneously unleashing even more fire at the patrol team.

"Look, they've gotten us really angry, haven't they?"

Wang Yan hid in the back, waiting for this wave of attacks to pass. He said, "You guys can fire a few shots here and there to help me draw some fire. Don't fire in bursts, we're running out of ammo."

"Need I say more?" He Qingyuan laughed heartily, having already fired a shot out of the blue. He didn't care whether he hit the target or not; he just felt incredibly exhilarated.

"Hey, Lao He, I just remembered that Wangmu wrote you a reply, and I have it with me."

As they were talking, Wang Yan took out a letter and handed it over, which He Qingyuan eagerly accepted.

He had been preparing for death, but what he couldn't let go of, what he cherished most, was Wangmu. Now, touching the letter Wangmu had sent, he hesitated even if it meant dying.

Everyone was leisurely teasing He Qingyuan, and even Dorje rarely spoke up: "Qingyuan, you should make your feelings clear to Wangmu. You almost died this time, don't you understand? You won't be able to close your eyes in peace even if you die before you can say it. Besides, I can see that Wangmu has feelings for you."

“Right, why make it so complicated?” Samba patted He Qingyuan on the shoulder.

The group chatted idly, occasionally firing a few shots. They launched feints, while Wang Yan delivered precise strikes.

Everyone perceives time differently. The patrol team, unhurried, chatted, smoked, and ate, finding time passing quickly.

Meanwhile, the poachers besieging them watched as the number of injured and even dead grew, and they felt time was passing incredibly slowly, experiencing agonizing torment.

Gradually, they retreated to the back of the vehicle and stopped coming out, because several of their comrades who had peeked out to shoot had already died, the wounded were still weakly moaning in pain, and the dying were still twitching on the ground.

Seeing their numbers dwindling and unable to get close enough to kill the patrol team, the poachers decided to retreat and flee to save their lives.

However, it would be difficult for them to leave. The reason is simple: the front of their vehicles was all facing this direction.

Wang Yan remained discreet, not pursuing the poachers to the bitter end. He only fired at the people in the three trucks, preventing them from driving away. Meanwhile, Dorje and the others also opened fire, preventing the poachers from boarding their vehicles. In the end, only two off-road vehicles escaped. Without fuel and food, their chances of making it out of the woods were uncertain.

"I knew you could do it, no wonder you're a college student!" Zhacuo said weakly but excitedly.

Bai Ju eagerly took credit: "I hit a few people too!"

“Bolamula is still too dangerous, and the situation is getting more and more serious. It’s really not suitable for a woman like you to go into the mountains. You’ve seen what happened this time, so you don’t need to keep thinking about going into the mountains in the future.”

Dorje waved his hand. The two people Bai Ju beat up had some effect, but not a crucial one, and far less decisive than Wang Yan.

Bai Ju didn't try to deny it, because her trip into the mountains was completely different from what she had imagined. If she had gone with Dorje and the others, she would have just been waiting to die. Her marksmanship was far inferior to Wang Yan's, and she couldn't inflict significant casualties.

Her joining the patrol team meant there was one more person, and another woman at that. Living in the mountains with a group of men certainly presented many inconveniences.

But she still wanted to go on the mountain patrol together...

At this moment, no one paid attention to what Bai Ju was thinking. Seeing that the other side was hiding behind the car and not coming out, the group used the small truck that Wang Yan and the other two had driven over as cover, and slowly approached in a coordinated manner.

The poachers never expected the turn of events to happen so quickly and suddenly. Just moments before, they had been laughing at the patrol team's incompetence, planning to slowly wear them down and out without firing a shot. But in the blink of an eye, they were the ones being played, forced to hide behind their vehicles and watch their companions' tragic fate.

There was no further firefight; the poachers were terrified. They couldn't fight back, they couldn't escape, and further resistance meant certain death, so they had no choice but to surrender.

Then they were beaten and kicked. Samba and the others were just barely surviving, so they practiced their punches and kicks to celebrate. Even Zhacuo shouted that others should beat him up as much as possible, to make up for his share too.

Bai Ju looked at the scene and wanted to say something, but didn't know how. Especially since there were two young people, around seventeen or eighteen years old, who looked particularly pitiful.

"What, can't stand it anymore?" Wang Yan asked with a smile, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Bai Ju let out a sigh of relief: "I understand why they hit people, but look at those two, they're so young, and they've already come to Bolamula to commit crimes, it's really..."

“It’s all because of poverty,” Dorje said. “It’s an economic problem. Young people have nothing else to do, and they’re not honest, so they fight and commit crimes. But you should also put away your compassion, Baiju. This is Bolamula. If you pity others, they won’t pity you.”

Wang Yan laughed and said, "Bai Ju, go help tidy up the body. You can also take a good look at the cremation later and practice your courage first."

"Don't listen to him. Go and keep an eye on those poachers with them. Don't be careless; they're here to kill us." Dorje still didn't let Baiju touch the corpse, pulled Wang Yan over to collect the body, and even scolded Wang Yan.

It's just that Wang Yan brought Bai Ju and another person without considering the consequences, venturing deep into Bolamula. He expressed concern that the two of them wouldn't be able to handle other situations.

Wang Yan responded with a smile, but Dorje didn't understand his power, and it was no use trying to explain it to him. Instead, Wang Yan just smiled and dealt with him, and after Dorje recited a few words, Wang Yan would shake his head and remain silent.

Ultimately, it comes down to Wang Yan being young and impetuous, acting rashly without considering the consequences.

The casualties were severe; nine people died instantly, and three others were left to die after Wang Yan and the others moved them. Three others were injured in their limbs, and two others were injured in their torsos and were barely able to hold on.

This time, the poaching gang consisted of 39 people, and half of them were killed. Only three escaped in a car, and the remaining 24 were captured.

The twelve corpses were doused with gasoline and set on fire. Bai Ju actually witnessed it, and also listened to Wang Yan's account of the various reactions the corpses experienced and their final fate. Bai Ju was so disgusted by what she saw that she felt like vomiting up her gallbladder. She had never seen anything like it before, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to sleep well for a while afterward.

Fear teaches lessons and fosters caution, which is a good thing for Bai Ju.

By the time the bodies were burned, it was already dark, and it was impossible to leave that day.

Even though Zhacuo was injured, he couldn't drive at night. The road was obscured at night, making it easy to drift off course, and getting lost in the vast, uninhabited area would be disastrous. If someone were sent to take Zhacuo out first, then Dorje's earlier criticism of Wang Yan would be put to use, and besides, they really couldn't handle it; it would be tantamount to suicide.

So the group pulled the car out of the mud, took inventory of the poachers' supplies, and set up camp to rest.

Wang Yan also returned to his original profession, gathering people to eat, drink, and cook.

Seeing Bai Ju about to give a large pile of biscuits to the poachers, He Qingyuan stopped her, saying, "Don't give them food, let them go hungry. Just give them some water."

"Why? I remember we used to treat people well when we caught them, right?"

He Qingyuan said, "We didn't arrest many people before. There are 24 people here. How can we take care of them all? We should tie them all up and let them starve so they have no strength. That way we will be safe."

Bai Ju thought for a moment and understood the reasoning, so she put the dried biscuits back: "Then don't drink the water either. They said they can go a week without water without any problems. It'll save them from needing to poop or pee if they drink water!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, as if they were getting to know Bai Ju all over again.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

Wang Yan laughed and said, "I don't think these people have much money. They might retaliate against us later. Maybe we should just kill them all. What do you say, Bai Ju?"

"No! Not giving them water won't kill them, and it's for everyone's safety and peace of mind. But if we kill them all now, what kind of patrol team would we be? Besides, didn't we agree before that we wouldn't kill indiscriminately? Why are you saying this now?"

Bai Ju said, "Wang Yan, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you've killed too many people and have developed a disregard for human life. There's still the law; you can't act lawlessly."

"Times have changed. Before, it was poachers who resisted our capture by hunting sheep. Now, this group is specifically here to take our lives. The nature of this is completely different."

Moreover, considering what they've done, going through legal proceedings later would definitely not result in a death sentence; that would be too lenient. Killing them now is just right.”

Dorje waved his hand: "We've already killed more than a dozen of them. They're all scared. Even if they don't get the death penalty, they'll get ten or eight years. Once they get out, they'll all behave themselves."

No one else objected, and even the injured Zhacuo generously let these people go, mainly because his side suffered less loss.

But in reality, this does not diminish the crimes of these poachers.

However, Wang Yan didn't say anything more. He was just making a suggestion. The final decision was up to Dorje. He himself didn't really care.

Because these people couldn't cause him any loss at all; if anything, they only required a little effort.

After resting for one night, the group took the poachers and their vehicle away the next day, drove out of Bolamulla, and returned to a place where the law was in effect...

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