"Hey, friends from the mountain patrol team in front, don't shoot, we are from Beijing." The fat man took two steps forward, maintained a certain shooting distance, and shouted at the mountain patrol team behind the two cars.

The fat man was cautious, afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so he did not directly say that it was from Hong Kong.

"Did you come from Beijing?" When the fat man talked about Beijing, a young man jumped out of the car happily and came to the fat man, and said in a hoarse voice: "You come from Beijing."

Expedition team or journalist friend?”

"Reporter?" The fat man touched his big belly, and after he felt that he didn't look like him, he said mockingly: "How can I be as fat as a reporter?"

"Ah?" The young man in front of him was not old, about thirty years old, with long scattered hair, his face was covered with dust, he couldn't see clearly, and he was wearing a dirty Tibetan robe, looking like a beggar, although

In this way, his eyes were extremely flickering. Hearing the fat man joked and said in stiff Chinese: "Oh, then you must be the inspection team from Beijing, right?"

The fat man looked back at Zhang Meng, Ye Jiu and Jun Ge who had cleaned the battlefield, and were not in a hurry to tell everyone's identity.

"Hey, Brother Zaba, he is from the Beijing Expedition Team." The dirty young man turned around and shouted hard at the person behind the jeep.

After hearing the young man's words, three people walked over into the jeep.

Perhaps it was because the poachers had been trapped for too long, and the three people who walked over were more miserable than the other. They looked dozens of times more miserable than the beggars on the street.

Their faces turned purple and their lips were pale. They seemed to have no strength. They were shaking under the night wind and could fall down at any time.

Seeing the four mountain patrol team members with their mouths cracked, Brother Jun's eyes trembled. After a while, he took out the wine pot he carried with him from his windbreaker, handed it to the four of them, and said coldly: "Drink."

Mouth”

"Yes, yes, yes." Seeing Brother Jun handing over to the wine pot, Zhang Meng and Fatty also realized that the four mountain patrol team members in front of him might have not eaten or drunk for many days, otherwise they would not look like this, so they hurriedly carried them with them.

The food and water were handed over.

"I still have high-calorie chocolate, so put it first." Looking at the extremely miserable mountain patrol team members, the fat man quickly took out the chocolate he had hidden and handed it over.

When the person who came out saw the food and water, his eyes emitted green light, but he did not take it without permission. He just looked back at the Kangba man who came over at the end.

The Kangba man, who was about forty or fifty years old, had middle-parted hair and a pair of bright eyes looking at Zhang Meng and others.

After a while, the Kangba man nodded. The first young man who came out took Jun Ge's wine pot and drank it.

It was a total cow drink, without any pause.

The others were also rushing to take over Zhang Meng, Fatty, and Ye Jiu's kettle and grain, and desperately delivered it to them.

Looking at the mountain patrol team member in front of him who was like a beggar, Zhang Meng sighed, but didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, my brothers are so hungry. I don't understand etiquette." The big man Kangba with a purple face in the lead said to everyone.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Meng seemed to have never seen anyone so hungry, so she waved her hand and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious if it's not enough food on the jeep behind us."

Listening to Zhang Meng's words, seeing that Zhang Meng seemed to be the leader of several people, the Kangba man wiped his hands with his sleeves, reached closer, and said, "Hello, I am Zaba Dorje, Secretary of the Western Working Committee."

"Hello, hello." Zhang Meng and Zabadorje held each other. From the rough palms they held, Zhang Meng could clearly feel everything from the man in front of him, and his strength and responsibility were steady.

Everything a man should have is in this rough palm.

Zhang Meng has never felt this way in any hand. This is a tribute from a man.

"Are you the people sent by the state to investigate the Kekexili Nature Reserve? How did you get here?" Zabadorje took a sip of water and said in a slightly accented Chinese: "This is the westernmost part of Kekexili, and you can find it.

It's not easy here."

"We..." Zhang Meng paused embarrassedly. He had not yet figured out how to explain his identity.

"Uh." Looking at Zhang Meng who was eager to speak but stopped, Zabadorje seemed to realize that he might have recognized the wrong person. He asked with a slightly alert look: "Aren't you not the expedition team from Beijing?"

"No." Brother Jun took off his sunglasses and said lightly.

"Then are you?" When Brother Jun said that it was not the expedition team from Beijing, Zabadorje and his team members all stopped and looked at Zhang Meng and others in front of him with vigilance.

"Don't be afraid that we are not poachers." Jun Ge explained a rare sentence.

"Have you been a soldier?" Zabadorje was stunned and asked after looking at Brother Jun.

"Um."

"I have also been a soldier." Zaba Dorje nodded, as if he trusted the man in sunglasses in front of him, and said, "You just said that there is a pass. What kind of pass is it? Can you show us?"

"Okay." Zhang Meng nodded and said to the fat man: "Hand the pass sent to us by the National Security Bureau to Secretary Zaba."

"Guoan?" When Zabadorje heard the National Security Bureau, a trace of splendor flashed through his eyes. He immediately looked at the pass handed over by the fat man, nodded and said, "That's right, it's the seal of the National Security Bureau. You guys are actually

Is it from the National Security Bureau?"

Zhang Meng smiled, nodding, and no denying.

Although I don’t know what the National Security Bureau is, the young man smiled after knowing that Zhang Meng and Fatty were not poachers, and smiled in his hoarse voice: “It’s better if you are not poachers, but thanks to you, otherwise

, We may be shot here by this group of poachers tonight."

Zaba Dorje is older and thinks more. It can be seen that Zhang Meng and others still have hidden information, but they don’t ask too many questions. They just nodded the same head: “Zhaxi is right, if I didn’t meet it tonight.

You, I'm afraid we will be buried in this beautiful Kokoxili. According to our Qinghai-Tibet custom, no matter whether you are the inspection team from Beijing or not, as long as you save us, you will be the benefactors of our mountain patrol team."

"Haha, where, where." This was the first time the fat man was called his benefactor, and he scratched his head embarrassedly.

"By the way, where are you going?" The young man named Taxi enthusiastically pulled everyone over and said with a smile: "I think it's too late today. If you are not in a hurry to go, go to our rescue station first.

How about one night?"

Zhang Meng looked back at Brother Jun. Seeing that Brother Jun seemed to be feeling a little touched by the scene, he nodded and said, "It's good, but we still have partners behind us."

"That's right" Taxi laughed and said, "There are so many people, except for poachers. How long have we seen anyone else? I just happened to have two jars of barley wine hidden in the ambulance station. Tonight we will be able tonight

I won't be drunk and I won't return."

"Barley Wine?" When the fat man heard the barley wine, his eyes shone, pulled Taxi over, patted his belly and said, "Two tanks are not enough. I can drink three tanks of Taxi alone. Is your alcohol tolerance okay?

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"It's okay if it doesn't work. Who told you to be our benefactor?"

"Go and go?" The fat man was happy.

"Let's go" Taxi also smiled heartily.

Looking at the fat man who had already called him brother to the other party, Brother Jun smiled and nodded, and Zhang Meng said to Ye Jiu: "Brother Jiu, go and call Lai Zi. The second uncle and the others drove the car over. We and Secretary Zaba,
Chapter completed!