Western Tibet (This is to commemorate Sonam Daje, who died in the battle with poachers.)

January 16, 1994

He blinked and put down his telescope, which was stained with white mist. He unconsciously stretched his hand towards his eyes, but he put it down as soon as he touched it, " snow blindness , this time I forgot to wear goggles..." He picked up the binoculars again and pointed at the small black spots on the mountain Looking at the past, "there were 18 poachers in total." He put down the telescope again and picked up an old May 4 pistol , the anti-slip patterns and red stars were rusted and rusted by an unknown number of gloves. Seems to be stuck with rust. He tried pulling the bolt with his gloves to remove the rust, but luckily it could fire. He picked up another notebook full of writing, which marked the most complete map of in Hoh Xil . In addition to them, a few clips , a pack of highland barley and a radio station that is probably not available for a long time are all his equipment. Now there is no way to report to the Western Work Committee, and we can only take one step at a time.

January 17, 1994

On the towering snow-capped peak, the little black dots at the rear have remained the same, and even have a slight tendency to accelerate. He looked up suddenly and found something like a yak in front of him, maybe it was the corpse of an animal. It wasn't until he got closer that he found out that it was a truck with a flat tire. He suddenly had hope and walked a little faster. Step over to the truck and lean halfway into the truck. It was a Soviet-made truck with the door ajar, and the wind squeaked loudly. When he stepped up his legs, the joints suddenly hurt, and it took a lot of effort to climb up. The back box of the truck was still stained with a little blood , which had already solidified into brown , mixed with rust. He leaned down and saw a few strands of hair, also stained brown with blood, but when he turned the hair around, it was yellow-white. This is the hair of Tibetan antelope .He looked at the driver's seat, and there were several Mosin Nagan s on it, which should still work. Carrying Mosin Nagan on his back, thinking of handing it over to the Western Work Committee——if he can go back. When getting off the car, the radio in the satchel suddenly dropped, miraculously making a rustling sound. He hurriedly put his ear close to the radio and covered the other ear—the sound of the wind and snow was too loud. Adjust the switch with one hand and slap the chassis with the other. The rustling gradually became smaller, and faintly came the busy voices of the people in the work committee, the sound of guns colliding... Fortunately, someone answered the radio, but he only had time to tell the location and the number of poachers, and the radio returned to half-dead. Case.

On January 18, 1994, the radio station had been thrown away to reduce weight, the barley had been eaten, and there was only one magazine left due to the battle with poachers on the road. After knowing such a situation, several Mosin Nagans on his shoulders also dropped off the ice cliff in order to prevent poachers from getting them. Climbing to a small ice platform on the snow peak agreed yesterday, he gently pulled down the chamber of the 54-type pistol. Crouching on the ground, sticking his head out from under an ice rock that used it as a bunker, silently aiming at poachers. Suddenly, he saw the reflection of the sniper mirror on another mountain not far from this mountain, probably someone sent by the organization to support it. He also thought that environmental protection issues still do not receive enough attention. The Western Work Committee has been operating for some time, but the number of people is still too small! Everyone was too busy to get out of the way, and it was estimated that he was the only one who had time to come to support at this time. He took out his notes and scribbled a few paragraphs of advice in a hurry...

The pencil fell, he looked up sharply, and the poachers were about to follow. He was ready to take aim again, and a poacher supported the edge of the ice table with both hands and was turning his body desperately up. He pulled the trigger and the poacher's blood spurted out.He seemed to hear the screams of the poachers below and the sound of things falling to the ground. The poachers held up the AK47 and fired at the top. He smiled contemptuously, he grew up here, how could he not know that it would be difficult for the people below to see the top? He suddenly heard two soft sounds of "Bang" and "Bang", which were two grenades . He turned his head hastily, and he heard several gunshots mixed with the explosion. Several more poachers fell. "One, two, three, ... Only the last one is left." He said to himself, "Why is there the sound of Tibetan antelopes?" This is the Tibetan antelope, and I still clearly remember the information on the Tibetan antelope I saw when I first entered the Western Work Committee: "The body length is 117-146 cm, the tail length is 15-20 cm, the shoulder height is 75-91 cm, and the weight is 45-60 kg. The coat of the beast is very thick and fine, it is light yellow-brown, slightly dyed pink, the abdomen and the inside of the limbs are white, and the face and the front edges of the limbs of the male beast are black or dark brown..." If he should have been happy in the past, But now he was screaming badly. In the past, it was not uncommon for poachers to pull a few unarmed Tibetan antelopes on their backs in a desperate situation. Sure enough, he saw the poacher changing the magazine, he saw the sniper who supported him still adjusting the scope , and he also saw the panic in the eyes of the Tibetan antelope.

He dropped the pistol, the poacher had inserted the new magazine into the card shoot; he straightened up, the poacher's hand was touching the bolt; he ran desperately, the poacher's hand was on the bolt He jumped off the ice platform, the poacher had already reached for the trigger; he jumped between the poacher and the Tibetan antelope, the poacher shot - he fell in Icefield .Fortunately, he heard the sniper's gunshots, he saw the poacher's body fall down, and he also saw the unharmed Tibetan antelope he most hoped to see...