The Twelfth Section: The Onset of Illness

  The scattered snowflakes falling from the sky are getting more and more, which is a sign that the car is approaching the blizzard. Rushing with the blizzard, this is also the exclusive privilege of cars on the plateau, but few people know its true charm.

  Compared to the transport team's heavy trucks, the road construction team's heavy dump trucks are in no way inferior. Away from the control of the company, Sa Wang and Dan Dong sang loudly while pressing the horn, as if they took the car horn as an accompaniment to their own singing.

  "Awesome!"

  "Alright, I understand."

  Song Ba picked up the walkie-talkie as soon as he heard his name being called, and Hu Song felt extremely delighted.

  As for Song Ba's sensitivity, let alone Zhao Zhongyuan, who is far inferior to him, there are only a few people in the transportation industry who can quickly understand his requirements like him.

  Although in some people's eyes, this kind of thing is regarded as a symbol of flattering and fawning on leaders. But this is not just about the gift itself, but rather the ability to understand one's intentions simply by being called by name, which can be said to be a remarkable skill. If in the army, this is even more a rare quality.

  "Hey, heavy loading, heavy loading! This is a heavy truck, stop honking randomly, OVER!"

  Picking up the intercom, Songba accurately stated Hu Song's requirements.

  "Ah! I'm reloading here, got it, OVER!"

  Suddenly hearing the voice coming from the walkie-talkie placed in front of the car window, Sa Wang and Dan Dong were both startled. In the midst of chaos, Sa Wang hastily picked up the walkie-talkie and responded with a single word.

  The one who was singing just now is Sa Wang, and Dan Dong is in charge of pressing the horn to accompany him. Although this kind of thing can't be done often in the road construction team, they didn't expect that their performance would be stopped by the leader of the transportation company as soon as it started.

  "Wow, transportation is really strict here!"

  "Hmm! Not strict enough to get on the transport link, let me sing a few lines of Qing Song!"

  "Sammy is so cool! The discipline of transportation team is really awesome!"

  Upon hearing the strange singing sound coming from behind, Songba's face turned red. Sneaking a peek at Hu Song, he found him smiling on his face, and only then did he feel relieved.

  Making up songs on the spot is one of the most enjoyable things for men and women in the highlands to do. Unlike fixed songs, the good or bad of making up songs can directly reflect a singer's strengths and weaknesses. Not only must the lyrics rhyme with the local language, but the choice of melody is also very important.

  "Songba, what do you think of their singing?"

  "Yeah, the tune is nice, but the lyrics are a bit off." When Hu Song turned around with a smile, Song Ba also responded lightly.

  Such folk songs are often only allowed to choose different lyrics on a fixed tune, considering the problem of dialects and Mandarin mixed together, it's not an easy task to sing melodiously.

  Unlike other soldiers and leaders from big cities, Hu Song particularly enjoyed listening to the songs of the plateau, which not only brought him closer together with the local soldiers in the vehicle team, but also made Songba full of admiration for Hu Song.

  "Why don't you also say something for them to hear."

  "Never mind, our mission is urgent now, we'll have plenty of chances when we arrive at X392 outpost."

  Songba's answer made Hu Song extremely satisfied, although he didn't probe into Songba's thoughts, his response was especially like that of a true soldier, which further solidified Hu Song's intention to cultivate him well.

  Similarly, for Hu Song's invitation, Songba didn't take it as a test. This wasn't only not Hu Song's style, but he also wouldn't forgive himself for thinking that way. Suspecting Hu Song like this was not only an insult to him, but also an insult to himself.

  Although he didn't have many friends in the transportation team, Song Ba had absolute confidence in his singing voice. As a reserved program of the transportation team, Song Ba was often taken to participate in various performances at the regimental level. Perhaps this was somewhat unprofessional in Xu De's eyes, but considering life after demobilization, even Hu Song valued his development as a guide on Snow Mountain, he never hindered his efforts towards singing.

  "Sixth-grade officer is not a talent that can be cultivated by the troops at will, Song Ba, no matter what, don't give up your own singing!"

  Compared with others, Hu Song has a different kind of tolerance. Including his attitude towards Zhao Zhong, that's just something he himself hasn't understood yet.

  He recalled what Hu Song had said to himself in the office, and couldn't help but turn his head slightly to take a look.

  Perhaps to avoid Hu Song's notice, or perhaps due to the drop in temperature, Songba subtly shrunk his neck. Just as he turned his head, he suddenly felt a darkness in his eyes. Although he could still barely make out Hu Song's face, everything before his eyes seemed to have entered the night.

  "Not good!"

  It just so happened that he fell ill at this time. Song Ba's face turned slightly pale, and he hurriedly raised his hand to rub the back of his right head.

  As for his illness, Songba is not completely unaware. This is probably similar to a certain type of cerebral thrombosis, where the blood flow in the brain is not smooth, causing the optic nerve to be compressed, which is also a common visual nerve disease heard on the plateau.

  Perhaps in other places, this disease has different causes and pathology, but if it is on the plateau, this disease has always been affected by the drastic changes in air pressure and temperature. Normally, the visual field is narrow, and when the temperature difference changes drastically, it is very likely to become blind immediately. Depending on the condition of the disease, there may be easy solutions, which is not because of one's age.

  "Songba, what's wrong with you? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

  Perhaps Song Ba himself didn't notice, but because his eyesight never recovered, he kept rubbing the back of his head, which still caught Hu Song's attention.

  "No, nothing. Instructor! I can still hold on." His mouth was hesitant, and Song Ba's heart also became somewhat flustered.

  "Can you still hold on? What's going on exactly? Tell me clearly."

  "......, right, sorry, instructor, I think there's something wrong with my eyes."

  Listening to Hu Song's stern voice, it might be difficult for Zhao Zhong to accept, but Songba knew that this was Hu Song's way of caring about people. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to speak the truth, after all, they would soon be facing a treacherous mountain road and he couldn't guarantee his vision could complete the task if the temperature continued to drop.

  Perhaps X392 outpost still has a chance of self-rescue, but once because of their own mistakes let the instructor and two comrades trapped in the mountains, that would be absolutely his fatal mistake.