If you are in peacetime, maybe you will hunt sheep, but when you have any thoughts, you will all march forward.
"There are no birds on the top and no animals on the bottom. I look at the boundless and unpredictable. I only look at things by the day, and the bones are on the road." The Eastern Jin monk Fa Shi said that the journey is now the journey of the snowy brigade, heaven and earth. In between, the snow-capped mountains are vast, walking at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, everything is small.
"Old Luo is here." Walking past a pile of weathered rocks, Xia Jinyuan saw four stones neatly laid out, the smallest one facing the direction of the 6000-meter-high iceberg.
The person leading the way is very reliable. During the civil war, Lao Luo first took his eldest son to flee to China and walked along the iceberg.
When he went back to pick up his wife and three children, it was the iceberg that was walking again. When he fled back to China, he would walk the iceberg again. Two of them went back and forth, four times in total. He was the most familiar with this road.
A group of seven people walked towards the iceberg as if they were smugglers, and the snow got deeper and deeper as they walked inside. When they went downhill, they tied wooden sledges under their feet and rushed all the way into the valley.
Ye Jian's initial speed was very slow, the upper body was relaxed, the center of gravity of the body was forward, pressed down, and the knees bend... Looking forward, the ski poles are backward and outside... Without Xia Jinyuan's guidance, she directly started to paddle up.
From the top to the bottom, Ye Jian is not proficient at all. In Xia Jinyuan’s escort, it took a few minutes at night than the team members below. Before he reached the bottom, he suddenly saw several horses raising their forefoot in the snow from time to time,... Horse? How come there are horses!
Xia Jinyuan raised his eyebrows, he who had been behind grabbed his head, whizzed past her, and stopped beside a nomad in another beautiful roundabout.
This is their guide, Lao Luo, who is a Tajik. Seeing Xia Jinyuan immediately opened his arms enthusiastically, not like an elder, but like a brother.
Without too much enthusiasm, Lao Luo looked at Ye Jian and pointed to the seven horses he had brought over, "If you can tell me earlier, I will prepare another horse."
"No, that's great!" He also brought a horse that can walk on the iceberg, which surprised Xia Jinyuan, and there is no problem at all without a horse.
The pigeons all turned on their horses early: "Hurry up while it's daybreak." Tonight must be a night trip, but it is better to catch too many nights in the morning.
The snow-capped mountains at an altitude of 6000 are another country. The Wakhan Corridor at the end of October is still sunny, and the bad weather has not yet come. From day to night, stepping on the snow, braving the snow like a knife that can shave your face. Feng, just insisted on entering the war zone.
The ability of the special forces to withstand the harsh environment is beyond the imagination of ordinary soldiers. They can stay on the snow-capped mountains for a year or a half, just like the locals.
At night, where can the horse walk as it did during the day, walking on top of one after another gray stone that was not covered by heavy snow, the two legs were frozen to numbness, and when the blood came to the heart, it was still cold.
People cannot rest, nor can horses. Horses ride during the day to reduce the distance of a whole day and night to no more than 20 hours.
Ye Jian walked in the middle from the very beginning, and she is still walking in the middle at four o'clock in the morning, her thigh is wrapped in the woolen suit of the old Luo suit, and the strap is tied, pulling one foot out of the snow and stepping out. Pull out one foot and step out, and rest for less than half an hour.