A friend traveled in Sichuan and Tibet on a bicycle, and met wild wolves on the road.
The friend loves sports and is in great health, and in his own words, three or five punks are not his opponents. The cold weather was no problem for him. Along the way, he enjoyed the boundless beauty of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
As the journey progressed, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and from time to time you saw yaks and Tibetan antelopes. The sky is very blue and blue, and I feel that I can get it with a high ladder. The weather on the plateau is also changeable, just now it was still cloudless, and after a while there was a heavy rain, mixed with "thumb" sized hail.
On the seventh day of entering the hinterland of Sichuan-Tibet, two wild wolves suddenly followed his bicycle unhurriedly, he stopped, and the wolves also circled around. A friend threw them two legs of lamb, they sniffed, ate them, and wagged their slightly stiff tails, and the friend beckoned to them, but they couldn't look at them, and this intelligent beast could feel the kindness of humans, but he did not let his guard down.
The sun rises and sets, one person and two wolves accompany each other to travel the "end of the world", what a touching "harmonious symbiosis picture" between man and nature.
On the tenth day, the meat on the friend was gone, and he threw them two steamed buns. The two wolves sniffed, did not move, and the friend turned the bag to the wolf. One wolf ran away, the other yawned and curled up in place to rest. The friend ate his own meal, rested for a while, and rode off again. The wolf, who was lying down and resting, also stood up and followed unhurriedly.
"It seems that it is not dead yet." The friend smiled dumbly, "Wait until you get to the supply station, buy more meat and put this beast, and you will not be lonely with them along the way." ”
In the evening, the friend found a leeward place as usual, set up a tent, and two wolves, the wolf who had left at some point, also returned. The two wolves also wandered around not far away as usual, just like two dogs owned by a friend faithfully guarding their owners. This made him even more determined to "go to the 'supply station' and prepare more meat".
Late at night, my friend was writing a diary with a flashlight in the tent, and suddenly two wolf mouths were peeking through the gap. The friend was shocked, and hurriedly tightened the gap, and saw the "fierce light" in the wolf's eyes through the gap, and roared low at the friend. The friend knocks the wolf's mouth with a flashlight, and the wolf bites when it opens its mouth.
While the wolf retracted his mouth, the friend quickly tightened the gap in the tent. Two wolves kept circling around the tent, always looking for an opportunity to come in. The friend held a torch and knocked the wolf on the head whenever it approached.
I didn't dare to close my eyes overnight. There was no movement at dawn, and secretly pulled the tent open a crack, and looked out from the gap, and there was no trace of a wolf. Friends know the "cunning" of wolves and do not dare to act rashly.
At half past eight, it was already dawn, and the friend, convinced that it was safe, quickly packed up his tent, rode away, and rode for a long time without seeing the wolf. The friend exhaled: "Finally escaped".
Suddenly two figures rushed down the hillside in front, it was the two wolves. These two cunning beasts actually knew to ambush and outflank in front. The friend quickly took a small iron bar from his backpack, snatched a favorable terrain, and confronted the two wolves. My friend remembered hearing that the wolf's leg was its weak point, and if he knocked it, it would break, and he was calm and calm, and did not take the initiative to attack.
The two wolves roared low, swam around their friends, and attacked while their friends were unprepared. The friend saw the wolf's leg knock hard - but the wolf was extremely agile, and could perfectly dodge his friend's attack every time. And the two beasts cooperate tacitly, one feint, the other sneak attack. The attack was changed to "swim away" after a while.
The friend's physical strength gradually ran out, and after a little slack, he was bitten by a wolf on the calf, and immediately his "painful" eyes turned black and soft. The friend waved the iron bar and danced wildly, having lost his mind at this time. And the two wolves attacked well, holding the initiative on the battlefield, and soon the friends were scarred and exhausted.
"I'm going to explain it here today," the friend felt a sadness in his heart, "hateful beast, I still treat it as a loyal 'dog', and I want to buy some meat to put on it!" ”
When he died, he saw two figures rushing towards him. The friend's eyes darkened. It turned out that two truck drivers carrying goods saw this dangerous situation and rescued their friend in time.
Written at the end: Wild wolves belong to the national second category of protected animals. If the friend is strong enough to kill these two wolves, will he be sentenced when he comes back? After all, there is no way for him to prove that he is "just defensive"!
