Chapter 988

If you are in normal times, maybe you will hunt sheep. At this time, you will have no mind but to march forward.

"There are no birds on the top, no animals on the bottom, looking around at the boundless, unpredictable, only looking at the sun to determine the East and the west, and people's bones to mark the way." the journey that the monk of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, fahi, said today is the journey of the snow field brigade. Between the heaven and the earth, the snow mountain is vast, walking at the foot of the snow mountain, everything is tiny.

"Lao Luo is here." After walking through a pile of weathered rocks, I saw four stones neatly arranged in xiajinyuan, 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 fled to China with his eldest son, and walked on the iceberg.

When he went back to pick up his wife and three children, he went to the iceberg again. When he fled back to China, he went to the iceberg again. He knew this road the most.

A line of seven people like stowaways to the direction of the iceberg, the deeper the snow, until the downhill, the foot of the seven people tied a wooden sledge, all the way down the valley.

Ye Jian's initial speed was very slow, her upper body relaxed, her body's center of gravity was forward and downward, her knees bent Look ahead, ski poles back and outside They didn't need Xia Jinyuan's advice. After going up, they rowed directly.

From the top to the bottom, Ye Jian is not proficient at all. It takes a few minutes to escort the team members in xiajinyuan all the way, but they haven't rowed to the bottom. Suddenly, they see several horses bow up their front feet from time to time in the snow Horse? How could there be a horse!

Xia Jinyuan picks up his eyebrows, grabs his head from behind, whistles past her, and stops next to a nomad with a beautiful whirl.

This is their guide, Lao Luo, a Tajik. Seeing Xia Jinyuan, he immediately opened his arms warmly, not like an elder, but like a brother.

Without too much hot language, Lao Luo looked at Ye Jian and pointed to the seven horses he had brought. "If you could tell me earlier, I would prepare another horse."

"No, that's good!" He also brought the horses that could walk on the iceberg, which was enough to surprise Xia Xianyuan. There was no problem in missing the horses.

Pigeons have already turned over their horses: "take advantage of the dawn, seize the time to start." We must go by night tonight, but it's better to catch more road in the early morning than by night.

Snow mountain is another country after 6000 altitude. The vahan corridor at the end of October is still sunny, and the bad weather hasn't come yet. From day to night, I stepped on the snow light and braved the knife like snow wind that can blow my face pain, so I insisted on pushing into the war zone.

The ability of special forces to withstand the harsh environment is not what ordinary soldiers can think of. They have been able to stay on the snow mountain for a year and a half, just like the local people.

In the evening, where can horses walk like in the daytime? They walk on a piece of gray stone which is not covered by snow. Their legs are frozen to numbness. When blood comes to their hearts, they are still cold.

People can't rest, and horses can't rest. During the day, a horse rides to reduce the whole day and night's journey to no more than 20 hours.

From the beginning, Ye Jian walked in the middle, and now she is still walking in the middle at four o'clock in the morning. Her thigh is covered with a coat of Lao Luo's clothes, and then she is tied with a bandage. She pulled out a foot from the snow and stepped out, and then pulled out a foot to step out. Such a walk took less than half an hour to rest.

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