The name "Tibetan Mastiff" did not refer specifically to a certain type of dog, but to the large mastiffs that lived on the Tibetan plateau. As long as they had a lot of hair, they could be called Tibetan Mastiff. In this sense, there was no such thing as a purebred Tibetan Mastiff. Dogs that didn't even have a standard appearance would have an economic collapse sooner or later.
Zhang Zian held his breath and stared at the projection screen without blinking.
He had heard a little about the economic collapse of the Tibetan Mastiff, but after all, it was too far away from his own life, so he didn't pay special attention to it. At this time, through the unedited video, he really understood what a nightmare created by human beings was like.
The Tibetan Mastiff was too big and ate too much, and there was too little food on the plateau, so they never had enough to eat. Whether it was feces or food left by tourists, they all became their targets. Driven by hunger, they are capable of anything.
The scene changed, and Xu Gang continued to explain.
"What you see now is a stray dog shelter jointly funded by the local government and the temple to alleviate this hidden danger. A total of five such shelters have been built, housing about 5,000 stray dogs, but there are more Tibetan Mastiffs wandering outside, randomly mating and breeding more Tibetan Mastiffs. In order to fill their stomachs, people have witnessed them attacking livestock with wolves. They are supposed to protect livestock from wolves, but now they are raping the dogs. "
In a vast field surrounded by barbed wire, hundreds of stray dogs wandered densely, most of which were Tibetan Mastiffs. At the end of the field was a simple building. In the building, there were two people who looked like farmers, using shovels to mix highland barley flour. There was almost no meat residue. After mixing, the two people knocked on the floor with their shovels, signaling for food to be eaten. The dense pack of dogs immediately gathered around several U-shaped food troughs, scrambling for the seemingly unnutritious food.
The food in the troughs was quickly snatched up. They looked up at the small building, but it was empty, which meant that today's lunch time was over, and the next meal was tomorrow.
"An adult Tibetan Mastiff needs to eat three or four kilograms of cooked beef every day to be full, but thousands of stray Tibetan Mastiffs here can only eat a few hundred kilograms of flour every day. Even so, the monthly expenditure on food is 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, which is paid by the local temple. It is unknown how long they can last."
Seeing this, Zhang Zian noticed a problem. It was reasonable to say that these Tibetan Mastiffs ate so little every day, so they should be as thin as a stick. However, it was obvious that some Tibetan Mastiffs in the video were still as strong as cows.
A thin and weak yellow Tibetan Mastiff didn't manage to grab any food. It was still wandering around the food trough, trying to find some scraps of food. It was too hungry and too focused on searching, so it didn't notice the approaching danger.
Suddenly, a huge black shadow pounced on it, opened its bloody mouth and bit the back of its neck. The wild nature of the yellow Tibetan Mastiff was aroused. It roared and fought back, turning its head to bite the attacker. Two figures, one yellow and one black, wrestled with each other.
The yellow Tibetan Mastiff was much bigger than ordinary dogs, but the attacker was even bigger. It was like a combination of a lion and a black bear. It had an overwhelming advantage in strength. In addition, it had lost the initiative. After the initial resistance, the yellow Tibetan Mastiff gradually lost and fell into a disadvantageous position.
Blood dyed the neck hair of the yellow Tibetan Mastiff red. The smell of blood made the black Tibetan Mastiff even more ferocious. It twisted its strong neck and suddenly threw the yellow Tibetan Mastiff more than two meters away.
With a muffled sound, the yellow Tibetan Mastiff fell heavily on the ground like a sandbag. After twitching a few times, it stopped moving.
While they were fighting, the other Tibetan Mastiffs looked at them from afar in fear, not daring to approach.
The black Tibetan Mastiff walked over majestically like an emperor. It scratched the yellow Tibetan Mastiff a few times with its front paws. Seeing that it didn't respond, it immediately lowered its head and began to gnaw on its body.
There were a few Tibetan Mastiffs who were drooling, and they also gathered their courage to come over and get a share. The black Tibetan Mastiff raised its bloody mouth and let out a roar that shook the surroundings. The Tibetan Mastiffs were so scared that they shrank back with their tails between their legs.
Only then did everyone see the true appearance of the black Tibetan Mastiff. It was an iron-clad golden Tibetan Mastiff. Most of the fur on its body was black. Only its limbs and chin were slightly yellow. At this time, the yellow on its chin had been dyed red by the blood of its own kind. Thick and dense fur covered its whole body. Its long mane made it look as powerful as a lion. Long-term cannibalism made its black eyes slightly red.
Zhang Zian felt a chill in his heart and his hands and feet were cold.
He remembered an old saying that had been passed down since ancient times: a Mastiff comes from nine dogs. It meant that several young Tibetan Mastiffs were placed in a pit and provided with very little food. In order to survive, these young Tibetan Mastiffs would commit suicide and cannibalism. In the end, the only Tibetan Mastiff that survived would be the most ferocious of all Tibetan Mastiffs.
Wasn't a stray dog shelter with a shortage of food like a large pit?
The Tibetan Mastiff that emerged from thousands of Tibetan Mastiffs must be the king of Tibetan Mastiffs!
No wonder … The number of Tibetan Mastiffs in this shelter was obviously less than 1,000. It turned out that it had formed a food chain where the big fish ate the small fish. Even if the dogs died of disease or starvation, no one dared to go in and fish out their bodies. Naturally, they became food for other Tibetan Mastiffs.
The video ended here.
Zhang Zian couldn't help but immediately ask the question in his heart, "Director Feng, are you saying that we should let Famous and the police dogs escape from the siege of these Tibetan Mastiffs?"
"Yes, listen to me first." Feng Xuan raised his hand to signal him to calm down. He could understand Zhang Zian's feelings. This part of the script was extremely dangerous, and no one was willing to let their beloved dogs take this risk.
He stood up, paced back and forth, thinking about his words, and then said earnestly, "Maybe you will laugh at me for being old-fashioned, but I always believe that movies are not only entertainment, but also social responsibility. I have never made vulgar movies. Maybe that kind of movie is easier to get fame and fortune, but there are already too many people making movies, and I don't need one more. I make movies about the War of Resistance Against Japan because I don't want young people to forget that history; I make movies about cops and robbers because I want to support social justice; similarly, I am making this movie — "
He pointed to the king of Tibetan Mastiffs on the screen and continued, "I want society to pay attention to these beasts that wander in Tibet and attack people and animals. I want more people to know how much damage they have caused to the Tibetan people and the local ecological environment. If someone can help, whether it is a donation or a donation, then my movie will have more meaning. "
Zhang Zian was full of complaints. He felt that Feng Xuan did not consider the safety of the police dogs at all in order to make the movie more thrilling. However, after hearing Feng Xuan's frank and heartfelt words, he couldn't say a word.
Xu Gang took over the conversation and said, "According to statistics, 180 people are bitten by stray dogs in Tibet every month, and this is only the statistics. Including those that are not counted, the actual number is probably more than double. In addition, these Tibetan Mastiffs do not just attack people and animals. They can also transmit hydatid disease to humans. In some areas, one in eight people is infected with hydatid disease. This disease is also known as' worm cancer. 'It is extremely difficult to treat and has a very high mortality rate. "
Speaking of this, Xu Gang turned off the video and put a few pictures on the projection.
"These are children infected with hydatid disease. The main reason for the spread of hydatid disease is that dog feces infect water sources, and the local drinking water disinfection is obviously not as good as the mainland. "
Several little boys and little girls were lying on the hospital beds. They were thin and sallow, looking at the camera with a dull expression. It made people feel distressed and sad at a glance.
"Can't we just kill them?"
Old Yang, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly said something very cold.
"Unfortunately, we can't. If only it were that simple." Xu Gang shook his head regretfully. "This is the most troublesome problem. Although stray dogs cause great harm to the local area, the Tibetan people are not allowed to kill them. We have to respect the local customs. We can't kill them. We can only build a shelter like this, keep them in captivity, and then sterilize them. This is a race to see which stray dogs breed faster, or we move faster. "
Feng Xuan sighed and said, "I know that shooting this scene is very dangerous. I will provide safety measures as much as I can, such as setting up an electric fence and a barbed wire fence. I also asked the new pyrotechnician to bring an anesthetic gun. However, after all, I can't guarantee the safety of Famous and other dogs … So, I asked you to choose those eliminated German Shepherds as stand-ins for Famous and other police dogs. What do you think of using stand-ins to shoot this scene?"
He looked into Zhang Zian's eyes and said in a negotiating tone.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Zian. He scratched his head and couldn't make a decision.
In fact, Feng Xuan didn't need to ask him. He could force the scene to be filmed. He asked him because he respected him.
Feng Xuan's idea was right. These eliminated German Shepherds were going to die. If their death could bring attention to the rampant Tibetan Mastiffs and improve their behavior, then they would die for a good cause. Besides, they wouldn't necessarily die.
The only problem was that Famous definitely wouldn't agree to let other dogs take the risk for it.
Ever since he was a child, Zhang Zian had been troubled by this kind of choice between "ego" and "ego." If he was not involved, he would definitely say, "Is there a need to think about it? Of course, it's to sacrifice ego for the sake of the greater good! "
However, he couldn't say it so easily.
After thinking about it, he stood up, shook his head, turned around and walked out. "Sorry, Director Feng, I …"
Just after he took a step, his trousers were pulled.
He looked down and saw that it was Famous biting his trousers.
"Famous wants to be an angel," it said, its pupils shining with holy light.
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