Chapter 66

  For three whole days, there was not a sound in the entire camp.

  The loud voice at the time of exercise, the fierce roar during battle, and the song before meals is still full of blood!

  Apart from this, there was no other sound at all.

  The departure of Sonam Dondrup brothers is an extremely severe blow to us.

  If it is said that Sonam Deji brothers died in battle, according to our views at the time, Sonam Deji brothers can also be said to have sought benevolence and obtained benevolence, and died as they should.

  At least on the tombstone of Sonam Deji brothers, there will be a passage left for future generations to admire, describing how our Sonam Deji brothers were brave and fearless.

  Kesang Namdak saved three herders and a flock of sheep!

  Our brother, Sonam Dondup, has undergone so much rigorous training that he has acquired all the skills required of an elite warrior and possesses the excellent qualities necessary to become a new generation special forces officer.

  The life of such an elite soldier was exchanged for three illiterate herdsmen and a flock of sheep that had not yet been sheared in autumn to return home alive!

  I don't think it's worth it!

  I really thought so at that time!

  The bodies of Sonam Dechen and his brother have been kept at the hospital, waiting for their parents to see them one last time, especially their mother.

  But a phone call made it impossible for Sonam Tsering's mother to see her son one last time.

  That was a call from Sonam Dondrup's brother's father, an old soldier with the rank of colonel.

  On the phone, the old soldier, our Sonam Dajie's father, spoke in a very calm tone, with a hardness and coldness that only soldiers can have.

  Sonam Dargye was an ordinary soldier in the troops. He died in action during the rescue of the herdsman, and everything can be handled according to the army's wartime regulations. There is no need to consider anything else!

  After finishing speaking, the old soldier hung up the phone.

  The tomb of Sonam Dondup brothers is located in the Martyrs' Cemetery near the barracks.

  Many predecessors are already sleeping there, and Sonam Dajie brothers are among them.

  Sonam Dajie brothers will never be alone.

  It wasn't until we went to pay our respects on the seventh day after Sonam Tsering's brother was buried that we met Sonam Tsering's parents.

  The old soldier with a large school badge quietly hugged a somewhat wealthy woman, and the two people stood silently in front of Sonam Dajie's brother's grave.

  The wind carried a long Tibetan song and the unique fragrance of highland barley wine.

  Go ahead, son...

  In the yurt, there is butter tea made by mom.

  After eating enough, take Mom's smile on the road.

  The clouds in the sky are the hada prepared by mother for her son.

  Go ahead, son...

  Your soul is an eagle on the snowy mountain.

  Don't forget to take a look at the flag on the pile of Ni Ma, that's mom guiding you in the direction back home.

  Go ahead, son...

  Your soul is a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg.

  Don't forget to drink a mouthful of water from the Lion Spring River, that's where Dad is leading you to the Gesar King's palace.

  Son, come back...

  It was at that moment that I understood what it means by "a long song is a cry"!

  Tears welled up in our eyes.

  Salute the old soldier and then bow to the relatively wealthy woman.

  The old soldier did not return our salute but merely nodded at us.

  Just like an old father showing a dignified and stern acceptance towards his sons' friends.

  The old soldier asked us if Sonam Dajie brothers said anything when they sacrificed.

  Our tears came down again.

  It was Sonam Dargye's life that exchanged for our warmth and the success of our mission, but we couldn't even tell his old father Sonam Dargye's last words.

  The old soldier nodded silently.

  But some rich-looking women were quietly crying and squatting in front of Sonam Dajie's brother's grave.

  Just then, a group of people suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Martyrs' Cemetery.

  I recognized those three herders we rescued and some elderly people dressed in formal attire.

  Those herdsmen walked to the tomb of Sonam Dajie brothers and started worshiping, while several elderly people who followed them looked at Sonam Dajie's father with surprise, as if they wanted to say something, and Sonam Dajie's father also stared at those old men.

  Suddenly, those old men exclaimed: "Adasi, you're still alive? Do you remember Yu Suopujiang, who carried you down from the snowy mountain all those years ago?"

  The old soldier's eyes flashed a hint of brightness, and he quickly walked a few steps to grasp the old man's hand that was missing three fingers. "Remember, remember! It was you guys who carried me down from Snow Mountain back then. If it weren't for you, I would have frozen to death on Snow Mountain..."

  We've been cheated!

  What's going on here?

  After a big fuss, we finally managed to make out a rough idea from the crossfire of Uighur and Tibetan.

  That year, Sonam Dajie's old father was on patrol at the border of Shoka, and that year also coincided with a heavy snowstorm blocking the mountain, and Sonam Dajie's old father contracted a serious illness, and he was about to pass away.

  A few Uyghur fellow villagers who were passing by the sentry post wanted to go in and rest their feet, seeing that the situation was urgent at the time and there were indeed not enough people inside the sentry post, so they took the initiative to carry Sonam Tsering's elderly father down the mountain to seek help.

  In the icy and snowy land, several Uyghur young men took turns to clear a path with simple pickaxes, saving the life of Sonam Dargye's elderly father.

  Several Uyghur boys lost almost all their toes and several fingers due to prolonged frostbite.

  But today, it's as if heaven had deliberately arranged for Sonam Dajie to save the descendants of those old people.

  The old soldier pulled the old man who was missing fingers and asked carefully if he had any difficulties in his life after being disabled, without mentioning his own son. Back then, you sent me to the hospital and you were also seriously frostbitten, I thought about going to thank you when I got better, but you were transferred early...

  The old man who lost his fingers said it was okay, okay. If he couldn't herd sheep anymore, he could do some light work, and if all else failed, the commune would still take care of him.

  I just watched the old soldier and a few elderly people talking to themselves, then I felt that my arithmetic was indeed a bit poor.

  In concrete terms, in order to rescue the elderly father of the Nanda Ge brothers, several Uyghur young men froze their hands and feet, which can be easily imagined how difficult it will be for them to survive in the future in places where herding or farming are the main industries.

  They didn't even know Sonam Dargye's elderly father, but they were willing to sacrifice their own happiness for the rest of their lives for a stranger.

  From their own perspective, they all lost out.

  While Sonam Dargye brothers paid with their own lives to rescue a few unknown herdsmen, isn't it even more of a loss?

  So, who is the one who benefits from it?

  This is indeed not something that can be explained by a simple arithmetic problem.

  I think what is beneficial should be the goodness in human nature.

  That kind of goodness which, no matter what price is paid, seeks only a clear conscience and a heart at peace!

  That's all.

  ！~！

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