If I were to hunt sheep in normal times, I might even have the intention to go ahead.

"There are no birds above and no beasts below. Looking around, it is unpredictable. Only by looking at the sun to accurately measure the east and west, and by human bones to walk on the road." The journey mentioned by the monk Fashi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty is now the journey of the snow brigade. Between the heaven and earth, the snow-capped mountains are vast. When 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 arranged, and the smallest stone was facing the direction of an iceberg at an altitude of 6,000 meters.

The person who led the way was very reliable. During the civil war, Lao Luo first fled to China with his eldest son, and the iceberg was walking on.

When I went back to pick up my wife and three children, I walked on the iceberg again. When I fled back to China, I walked on the iceberg again, two went back and forth, four times in total. He was the most familiar with this road.

A group of seven people headed towards the iceberg like smugglers. The more they walked inside, the deeper the snow. When they were downhill, the seven people tied wooden sleds to their feet and rushed all the way to the valley.

Ye Jian's initial speed was very slow, his upper body relaxed, his body's center of gravity forward, his knees bent... Looking ahead, the ski pole was backward and outside..., Xia Jinyuan didn't need guidance, and he directly scratched it after going up.

From top to bottom, Ye Jian was not proficient. He was a few minutes later than the team members below in Xia Jinyuan's escort. Before he could reach the bottom, he suddenly saw several horses arching in the snow from time to time to raise their front feet... Horse? How could there be a horse!

Xia Jinyuan raised his eyebrows. He who had been behind him snatched his head, whizzed past her, and then stopped next to a nomad.

This is their guide, Lao Luo, who is a Tajik. When he saw Xia Jinyuan, he immediately opened his arms enthusiastically, not like an elder, but like a brother.

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

"No, this is great!" He also came over with horses who could walk on the iceberg, which surprised Xia Jinyuan. There was no problem with missing horses.

The pigeons had already turned over and the horse: "Go ahead and hurry up and set off." We must go to night tonight, but it is better to get a little longer than to get a little longer in the early days.

After passing 6,000 altitude, it is another country. The Wakhan Corridor at the end of October is still sunny and the bad weather has not yet arrived. From day to night, I stepped on the snow light and braved the snowy wind like a knife that could hurt my face, and insisted on pushing into the war zone.

The ability of special forces to withstand harsh environments is not something ordinary soldiers can imagine. They have been staying on the snow-capped mountains for a year or two, just like the locals.

At night, the horse can't walk like during the day. It's walking on one piece of gray stone after another that is not covered with heavy snow. The legs are frozen until they are numb. When the blood comes to the heart, it's still cold.

People cannot rest, and horses cannot rest. During the day, there is a horse riding to reduce the journey of a whole day and a night to no more than 20 hours.
Chapter completed!