2. Stay in Hoh Xil and devote yourself to the protection of Tibetan antelopes. Or join a volunteer group.

The following is a related continuation:

The bow of Tibetan antelope: sequel

Five years later, the tall and burly figure of the old hunter reappeared in the pure world of Hoh Xil. He wore a dark green military uniform, a military cap embroidered with the national emblem and a pike. His expression is still so focused, and his dark and dry face is deeply wrinkled by years. It turned out that he resolutely decided to devote himself to the protection of Tibetan antelopes and became a member of the "Wild Yak Team" in Hoh Xil.

The "Wild Yak Team" brings together young people from all over the country and even wildlife protectors from all over the world. They are full of blood, wandering in this holy land, becoming the patron saint of Tibetan antelopes and loyal sons and daughters of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, always ready to contribute all their strength to the great cause of protecting wild animals.

Here, there is no care from relatives, only encouragement from peers; There is no comfortable environment, only camping; There is no stable life, only passing death again and again.

One morning, the old hunter, as the patrol leader, came to Zhuoma Lake to patrol as always. As soon as the off-road vehicle passed through the mountains, the team members were stunned by the scene in front of them: dozens of buried antelope bones were scattered all over the lake, bleeding like a river, which was terrible. Wheel tracks in the distance indicate that poachers have returned home with a full load. The players were dumbfounded. The old hunter stepped forward solemnly, his hands shaking and he wanted to cry. He couldn't help but plop down on his knees, folded his hands and prayed silently. The old hunter said categorically, "Soul of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I will avenge you ..." The Hong Zhong-like voice shook the mountains and rivers and the earth.

On a snowy evening, the organization suddenly received an urgent notice: there are poachers in the northwest, send troops immediately!

After receiving the notice, the old hunter didn't think too much, grabbed the pike that was not full, rushed out of the camp alone and disappeared into the snow. He tried hard to catch up and finally caught up. Three or five poachers appeared between heaven and earth, armed with guns, aiming their cold guns at a group of helpless Tibetan antelopes. The old hunter immediately launched a battle with them. In the hail of bullets, poachers fell one after another. But in the end, an evil bullet hit the old hunter in the chest.

The old hunter fell in a pool of crimson blood. He looked at the group of Tibetan antelopes that had turned the corner, grinned and closed his eyes peacefully. The heavy snow immediately wrapped his hero's body and turned it into a glittering monument in Hoh Xil, which was frozen thousands of miles away and snowed in Wan Li. His expression is still so firm and focused.

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