Impala, also known as Qingyang, looks like a domestic goat, but it doesn't need to be under the jaw. It is good at jumping, and each adult impala weighs about sixty or seventy kilograms. About seventy or eighty impalas were pushed to the sad cliff by us.
Impala is the favorite prey of hunters in our area. Although both rams and ewes have two sharp horns as short as daggers, they are docile and will not resist when they die, so there is no danger when hunting. The meat of impala is fat and tender, which is a delicacy in mountainous areas. Fur is a good material for making fur, and the price is very high. So, when we chased the impala, hounds and shotguns formed two unbreakable blockade lines, and Parfa, the head of the hunting team, was dancing with joy: "Ah, we are going to make a fortune! Hey, even if we can't catch other prey this winter, this group of impala alone will be enough for us to drink for a year! " Every hunter blushed and smiled into a flower.
Dealing with impala on the sad cliff is like catching turtles in a jar.
Sad Cliff is a big landscape of Jialuo Mountain, a mountain peak, which seems to be split in the middle by a sharp axe. Looking up from the quicksand river at the foot of the mountain, it seems like a lifetime ago. In fact, the two peaks across the river are about six meters apart, and they are both straight cliffs. At the top of the mountain, everyone stretched out a boulder in the air, looking from a distance, just like a pair of lovers in love, about to hug and kiss warmly. The reason why it was named Sad Cliff is an ancient legend. It is said that in the year when Osmanthus fragrans was in full bloom in Myanmar, a fairy named Nanmu Naya took a fancy to a young hunter, stole the key and sneaked into the world to meet the young hunter. Unfortunately, her conservative husband found out. The cuckold husband flew into a rage and followed him quietly. When the fairy came down to earth and met the young hunter again, they threw themselves at each other with open arms. At the moment when they embraced each other, the fairy's husband suddenly cast a spell on them, turning them into stones, and they were always in a painful state of falling in love at first sight, so that a pair of hungry lovers were close at hand, as a sign of punishing a third party everywhere between heaven and earth.
This group of impala came to the sad cliff, which is considered as a dead end. On the back, there are roaring dogs and a dozen shotguns that can breathe fire and lightning; Further on, it is a cliff dozens of feet deep, bending inward. Except for the gecko, nothing can climb down the upside-down mountain wall. Once you fall, whether you fall into the quicksand river or hit the gravel on the shore, your life is over. If you can jump to the opposite mountain peak, you will certainly turn the corner in adversity. But the narrowest part of the two peaks is also six meters wide, and the two mountains are parallel, so there is no gap to use. Although impala has four long legs, developed tendons and is very good at jumping, it is the champion of long jump among herbivores, but just like the limit of human long jump, the male impala of the same level can only jump five meters at most. Female impala, small impala and old impala can only jump about four meters. The impala that can jump over a mountain stream six meters wide in one jump is called the super impala, but the super impala has not yet been born.
We pushed the impala behind the sad cliff and surrounded it but didn't fight. We didn't let the dog bite or shoot. Of course, this is not out of sympathy, but because we are worried that the impala will fall off the cliff in desperation. If they jump down and land on the shore, of course, they saved our bullets, but it is impossible for all of them to jump as accurately as we hope. There must be a lot of people falling into the quicksand river, and they will soon be washed away by the rushing river. We don't want to lose all our money, we want to catch them all.
The village chief, Pafa, asked Bonongding to take five men to guard the quicksand river under the cliff, and was responsible for picking up the impala that jumped from the top of the mountain on the shore and salvaging it from the water.
From Sad Cliff to Liusha River, the terrain is steep, and it takes half a mountain to get down, at least half an hour. The village chief Pafa and Bonodin agreed that when Bonodin reached the bottom of the cliff, he would blow the horn, and we would shoot at once and let the dog bite.
I still stay on the cliff of sadness. My ambush position is only forty or fifty meters away from the impala herd, and there is no obstacle in the middle to block the line of sight. The impala can see their every move at a glance.
At first, the impala found herself in a desperate situation, panicked and jumping around. An impala tried to cross the blockade in a daze and was immediately torn to pieces by impatient hounds. There was an old impala who was blind, didn't measure the distance accurately, or deliberately tried to be brave. He stepped back a dozen paces, trying to jump over a mountain stream six meters wide. As a result, it is conceivable that he made a funny standing action in the air more than one meter away from the opposite mountain peak and fell straight like a meteor. For a long time, there was a splash on the cliff.
Unfortunately, a sheepskin and a basin of mutton are missing.
After a while, the impala gradually quieted down, and all eyes were focused on a particularly tall male impala, whose fur was dark brown, smooth and shiny, as if waiting for the male impala to come up with a good way to save the whole population from extinction. There is no doubt that this male impala is the head sheep of this group of green sheep. The horns on its head are much wider than the average male antelope and shaped like a sickle. The aunt mistakenly called it "sickle-headed sheep". Sickle-headed sheep solemnly patrolled the cliff, looked up at the blue sky after the rain, and bleated sadly, indicating that there was nothing they could do.
The impala herd is alive again At this time, a rainbow suddenly appeared in the sky washed by rain, with one end connected to the sad cliff and the other end flying over the mountain stream and connected to the opposite mountain peak, just like suddenly setting up a beautiful overpass. Impala stared at the rainbow, and a gray-black female impala walked towards the rainbow, looking misty, as if she had entered some kind of dreamland. Perhaps, they really think that the illusory rainbow is a real bridge that can lead to the other side of life because of their high tension; Perhaps, they know that what looks like a bridge from a distance is actually a water vapor phantom refracted by sunlight, but since there is no way out, they will go to destruction with their dreams and fantasies, at least to alleviate their fear of death.
The body of the gray-black impala has been shrouded by the dazzling colorful light band of the rainbow and is about to step into the abyss. Suddenly, the sickle-headed sheep bleated out a roar. This bark is very different from what I usually hear. No soft vibrato, no sweet coquetry, no desperate sigh. Although the tone has maintained the usual peace of the sheep, it is gloomy and powerful, revealing some firm determination.
Afterwards, I thought that the reason why the sickle-headed sheep came up with such a wonderful way to save his life at a critical moment may be the mysterious revelation of that rainbow. I always feel that the colorful spots of the rainbow seem to have an aesthetic communication with the impala's later flight.
With the roar of the sickle sheep, the whole impala herd quickly divided into two groups, one is the old impala, and the other is the young impala. In the old impala team, there are both male impala and female impala, and the fur color is relatively dark, and the grain rings at the base of the two horns are clearly visible; In the young impala team, there are strong middle-aged impala, big impala just entering the ranks of adult impala, and young impala. After the two groups were separated, the number of old impala was much less than that of young impala, probably less than a dozen. The sickle-headed sheep was originally standing in the dial of the young impala, and its eyes turned back and forth several times between the two impalas. With a sad sigh, it strode to the dial of the old impala. Several middle-aged impala followed the sickle sheep out of the young herd and joined the team of the old impala. So reversed, the number of the two impalas is roughly balanced.
I looked at it carefully and couldn't figure out what was going on. Divide into two groups according to age. What are these impalas going to do?
"Bonodin, an old drunkard, climbs a mountain slower than a tortoise. Why hasn't he reached the bottom of the cliff yet? " The village chief Parfa cursed in a low voice. His two knife-shaped eyebrows twisted into a knot, revealing his inner anxiety and uneasiness.
The village chief Parfa is an experienced hunter. Afterwards, I think he must have had a premonition that something earth-shattering and unusual was going to happen, so he was restless, but he couldn't imagine what would happen.
I often look at my watch when observing the movement of impala. Twenty minutes have passed, twenty-two minutes have passed, and twenty-five minutes have passed ... According to the original plan, if all goes well, at most three or five minutes, there will be a low horn sound at the bottom of the cliff, and more than a dozen shotguns on the sad cliff will emit dazzling fire.
This will be a wonderful hunting for mankind.
This will be an extinct massacre for these impalas.
Just then, I saw a husband impala coming out of the old impala, with hair on his neck and chest and wrinkles on his face. Two horns have long been mutilated by the dust of the years, and I knew at a glance that it was going to report to another world. The male impala stepped out of the queue and motioned to the little impala, and a little impala came out. An old man and a young man came to the sad cliff and stepped back. Suddenly, the half-headed impala flew forward. Almost at the same time, the old impala also raised its hoof and ran quickly. The half-headed impala ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped over the mountain stream. The old sheep followed closely behind half an impala, and the first hook jumped out of the cliff. The jumping time and jumping range of old people and young people are slightly different. The angle of the half impala is slightly higher, and the angle of the old impala is slightly lower, which is equal to the tandem, one high and one low. I was taken aback. What, you want to kill yourself in pairs, one after another? This impala and this old sheep will never jump on the opposite cliff unless they have wings! Sure enough, the impala only jumped to a distance of about four meters, and its body began to lean down, descending from the highest point, drawing a terrible arc in the air. I think, in a second or two at most, it will inevitably take rolling in the deep and fall into the hell of death. I was thinking like this when suddenly there appeared a scene that I couldn't even dream of. With skillful jumping skills, the old impala appeared under the hoof of the impala when it fell from the highest point. Lao Yang's jumping ability is obviously better than that of the semi-impala. When its body appeared under the half impala's hoof, it was at the highest point of the jumping arc, just like two spaceships docked in the air. The four hooves of the impala trample heavily on the broad and sturdy back of the old impala, just like enjoying a springboard for free. It took off in the air again, and its falling body miraculously rose again. The old impala, like a rocket shell whose fuel has been transported, automatically leaves the spacecraft. No, it's more tragic than rocket shells. Under the fierce kick of the impala, it fell straight like a bird with its wings suddenly broken. Although the second jump is not as strong as the first jump, and the height is only half that of the ground jump, it is enough to cross the last two meters. In an instant, I saw half a big impala lightly landing on the opposite mountain peak, bleating excitedly and disappearing behind the rock.
The trial jump was successful, and then, pairs of impala took off and drew a dazzling arc over the mountain stream. The successful flight of every impala means that an old impala will be shattered.
Crossing the mountain stream and parallel to the rainbow, a bridge was built, which was built with death as its pier. No crowding, no competition, orderly and fast flight. I paid great attention to the old impala group that was doomed to die, and thought that maybe a glib old impala would sneak into the new group from the dead group. But to my shock, the old impala never changed its position from beginning to end.
They are willing to use their lives to build a way of survival for the next generation.
Most of the old impala use superb jumping skills to help the young impala fly safely to the other side of the mountain. Only an aging female impala, when connected with a young impala in the air, probably failed to let the young impala step on her back and rolling in the deep together.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of population extinction, impala actually came up with a way to sacrifice half to save the other half to win the survival opportunity of the population. I didn't expect the old impala to die so calmly.
I was dumbfounded. All the hunters were dumbfounded. Even the dog opened its mouth in surprise, and its long tongue dragged out of its mouth and stopped barking.
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But it was too late, and there was only one impala left on the sad cliff. Well, it was the sickle sheep that successfully commanded the collective flight of the impala. This group of impala is not even, but odd. The sickle-headed sheep stood alone on the mountain peak. No young impala needs it to fly to the other side as a stepping stone in the air, and no one will help it fly.
Bang, bang, the shotgun fired. I saw some blood flowers coming out of the broad chest of sickle-headed sheep. It swayed, but did not fall, and walked with firm steps towards the gorgeous rainbow. One end of the curved rainbow is connected to the sad cliff, and the other end is connected to the mountain peak, like a beautiful bridge.
It rose and disappeared in the magnificent scenery.