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    The medicine box was filled with 25,000 tons of rice. Luo Er left Harpoon and Zhou Guangdao to guard the grain depot. He and Zhang Zhuowen took a helicopter and headed straight to Gorakhpur, the border between India and Nepal.  There is a small military airport in the middle of the town.

    Two hours later, under the guidance of the Indian Army co-pilot, the helicopter slowly landed on the airport runway. At this time, the aircraft's fuel was basically exhausted.

    The ground service soldiers drove a trailer, hooked up the aircraft and towed it to the preparation area at the outer edge of the runway. Luo Er and Zhang Zhuowen had already entered the airport control tower; in the control tower, Major General Dilip, the newly appointed Deputy Director of Logistics of the Ministry of National Defense, had arrived early.  I have been waiting for a long time.

    With Major General Dilip coming forward, the formalities were signed neatly. When Luo Er saw this, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Dilip, "Sir Luo, please wait,"

    "The weather information at the northern foot of the eastern section of Mount Everest is not very good. The climate is very different from the southern foot. You still have to be cautious," Dilip whispered beside Luo Er. In the office, the airport officer and the tower commander  He withdrew with a wink.

    "Well," Luo Er paused while holding the flight package. Although he had the navigation chart information, he was also very taboo about the changeable climate on the plateau. After all, he didn't want to act rashly, "How is the climate over there?  "

    "The weather radar shows that there are large cumulonimbus clouds at the northern foot of the eastern section of Mount Everest. I'm afraid there will be a heavy snowstorm within twelve hours. You know, the mountain has been closed by heavy snow now," dilip's words not only did not waver Luo Er,  On the contrary, it made his eyes light up.

    Heavy snow has closed the mountains, doesn¡¯t that mean.  When I cross the border, my chance of encountering a border patrol is much smaller, and the chance of being fired upon is also much lower. As long as I pass safely this time, the next time I go there, the border guards on the other side will also be there.  Now that they know what they mean, if they open fire again, they have to report it to their superiors.

    Looking at the tightly wrapped Dilip, Luo Er smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go for a run first and check the situation." There was a sense of urgency to enter that continent.  He couldn't hold it back any longer.

    On the airport runway, Zhang Zhuowen and two comrades on an IL military transport plane were talking with the Indian Army navigator around the map.  Driver and co-pilot.  mechanic.  Together with the navigator, the fuel was refilled, and we were waiting for Commander Luo to arrive.

    This transport aircraft is 80% new.  According to the order of Major General Dilip, the Air Force emblem has been erased from the fuselage. After all, if you enter the airspace of another country without warning, it will be in vain if you are shot down. It is better to be careful.

    Luo Er went out, Major General Dilip sighed helplessly, picked up the suitcase handed over by his superior, asked the officer in charge of the airport to give an explanation, and then boarded a small plane and headed straight to New Delhi; according to his superior's instructions, he had to fly non-stop.  He went to visit various princes, used burning knife medicine to clear the way, and made more friends with the military bosses.

    The transport plane roared onto the runway. The throttle was accelerating and there was a bump. The fuselage lifted up lightly from the ground. The noise in the cabin quickly calmed down. It must be said that Zhang Zhuowen's foreign comrades were quite skilled; Luo Er  He leaned back in his seat and was very satisfied with his subordinates.

    At eleven o'clock in the morning, the transport plane flew up into the clouds. Just after it passed through the light clouds and mist, a golden sunbeam lit up outside the cabin. He squinted at the mountain peaks that flashed by under the boundless clouds outside. Luo Er said to Dilip just now.  Advice, very disapproving.

    The plane continued to rise to an altitude of 9,000 meters, adjusted the direction according to the instrument, and flew steadily towards the Kodali Pass.  The distance of 700 kilometers would only take two hours at the speed of the transport plane.

    Luo Er was lying in the back cabin and almost fell asleep. In the cockpit, Zhang Zhuowen checked the ground beacons with the navigator while constantly receiving the forward weather data from air traffic control. This Indian patrol aircraft  It was a route that was rarely passed, so it would be strange to say that they were not nervous.

    Soon the plane entered Neil's airspace. When the last beacon signal sounded, the faces of the two Japanese pilots who were still joking gradually became serious. Zhang Zhuowen sat behind them and checked the instruments on the plane from time to time; the navigation system beside him  The operator, with the route map spread out on his knees, repeated the route data every ten seconds in proficient English.

    On the ground, people who had begun construction work on the road were looking up at the planes roaring overhead, but could see nothing but the dark sky.

    The Kodali Pass is the only passage from the small country of Neil to southern Tibet on the mainland. A mountain road for caravans to walk has been covered with heavy snow. The thick snow blocks traffic on both sides of the plateau. The river next to the mountain road is lifeless; now it is every year  During the mountain closure season after late autumn, there are few people visiting.

    On the top of the bare mountain, there were not many weeds hidden under the white snow. The large pine forest below the mountain was also covered with heavy ice. In the sky, a roaring sound passed by.

    One day before Luo Er set off, Tibet was divided into military regions in Rikeze, and Nyalam??Border Defense Company, the sky had just turned bright, a group of Tibetan horses walked out of the military camp and walked north along the foot-deep snow. Behind the horse group were a dozen stocky Tibetan yaks, and the reins were connected in series with the yak in front.  On the shelves; these horse teams carrying daily necessities are exactly the logistics team heading to the Zhangmu Village post on the border.

    In the gloomy sky, a cold wind blew against his face. The guide who led the team looked uneasily at the increasingly heavy clouds above his head. He muttered a few words in a low voice, then retracted his head back into his leather jacket and let himself sit.  The old horse moved forward; fortunately, the mountain road to Zhangmu Village goes straight south. This is the only mountain road that has existed for hundreds of years. The locals can be carried away by the horse even if they close their eyes. It is no problem if the weather is bad.  Not big.

    The Zhangmu Village post is a platoon-level border post. Supplies for more than 30 men and horses must be delivered before the mountain is closed. If it hadn't been for the heavy snow a few days ago, the supplies would have been delivered by now. The company also informed the post of this incident through the radio.  journey.

    What is different from the past is that this time to transport supplies, the military division sent a combat staff officer, and now he and the officers and soldiers escorting the supplies are marching to the destination 700 kilometers away. This mountain road over the mountains is traveling normally.  It takes two days to reach the speed.

    The cavalry rested for the night in a small village called Cuoxiamu and set off in a hurry before dawn.  Once again wandering on the undulating mountain roads, the strong combat officer in the team looked at the rolling mountains in front of him, tightened his furry military coat, and felt secretly bitter in his heart.

    ??Zheng Jun, a soldier who had a good relationship with Luo Er, although he had outstanding achievements on his resume, he still offended his superior and was transferred to Inner Mongolia because of his straightforwardness as a soldier. He knew that he had been wronged.  Angry from shame.  Reports were made one after another, and they actively requested to go to the most difficult plateau military area to garrison the border.

    So, with the help of his comrades, he finally reached the Tibetan Plateau a year later.  Was sent to the military region as a combat staff officer.  Accepted the task of inspecting the combat readiness of outposts in various places.

    Strong ultraviolet rays on the plateau.  Zheng Jun's originally mature face was tanned into a dark sculpture, just like the dry food in his arms.  Cold and expressionless.

    "Commander Zheng, after climbing over this mountain ridge, the road below will be easy to walk. In half a day, you can see Zhangmu Village," the guide said in half-baked Chinese, got on his horse, and greeted the numb people with a smile.  Zheng Jun.

    Quietly touching his stinging thigh, Zheng Jun nodded, pressed the cotton hat on his head, stepped on the stirrup and mounted the horse; the horse team was noisy for a while, and slowly left the small village at the foot of the mountain.

    At this time, scattered snowflakes were floating in the sky, but the cold wind decreased a lot.

    At noon, at the border guard post under the mountain ridge outside Zhangmu Village, the platoon leader was holding an enamel rice bowl and eating thick noodles with gusto. Although this kind of pasta mixed with highland barley and wheat tastes sticky to the teeth, it is not chewy when eaten.  It¡¯s pretty good to be full here.

    The supplies haven't been delivered yet, and the rations for the thirty or so men and horses under his command will soon be exhausted. Thinking of this, the platoon leader frowned as he looked at the increasingly dense snowflakes outside the post; fortunately, the supply team  It's coming soon, otherwise heavy snow will block the mountains and things will be difficult.

    He knew very well the lives of the people in the villages at the foot of the mountain. They simply could not bear the consumption of the outpost for a season of mountain closure. Those cattle and sheep were their livelihood.

    "Boom, boom" gunshots suddenly came from the monitoring post on the mountain ridge. The platoon leader threw down his rice bowl, grabbed his gun and rushed out of the room. He greeted the officers and soldiers of the first squad and ran up the mountain; as the first squad on duty,  , you must be on guard with a gun, and you must carry a weapon when eating.

    Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in the outpost, and the deputy platoon leader urgently gathered the second and third squads, opened the weapons depot, and began to distribute ammunition.

    There was no phone call between the sentry post and the outpost. The platoon leader led five armed soldiers and ran panting up the steep path to the top of the mountain. The scene in front of him made him almost curse.  In front of the cannon hole, a squad leader and two soldiers stood at the highest point of the ring fortification, holding binoculars and looking back and forth toward the sky.

    Fortunately, in the machine gun fortification, the two machine gunners did not leave their fighting positions, but they also had their faces raised.

    "Gou Desheng, what's going on? Why did you shoot?" The platoon leader with an unhappy face took a long breath and asked loudly. He was usually quite satisfied with this steady veteran, but he was not satisfied with him today.  It's the same. If you don't say that the Ding Mao comes out, it is light to close it tightly.

    You must know that the supply team that is about to arrive will also have operational staff sent by the military division. If it is known that there was an accident, then you will not be able to escape from the relationship.

    "Platoon leader," the squad leader Gou Sheng said. He saw the platoon leader walking into the fortification with a dark face from a distance. He hurriedly put down his binoculars and jumped into the trench. He ran up quickly, "report to the platoon leader that there is something going on."

    "What situation requires you to shoot and call the police?" Seeing the seriousness of the squad leaderThe platoon leader's eyes suddenly flashed in his mind. He leaned on the edge of the trench and looked up. Under the gloomy clouds, he could see nothing but snowflakes.

    "Platoon leader, there was the sound of an airplane just now. It was not too high, but it was still above the clouds." The squad leader carefully put away the telescope and pointed to the north. "It came from there."

    "Are you sure?" Hearing this, the platoon leader's face darkened. The plane crossed the border and his superiors did not report it. That was a big deal. After questioning several soldiers at the sentry post, the platoon leader realized that the situation was not good and hurried back.  At the foot of the mountain.

    At this moment, in the air at an altitude of eight thousand meters, Zhang Zhuowen was already sweating profusely in the cockpit of the transport plane. The two pilots plus himself and the navigator could not see the so-called Zhangmu Village no matter how they looked down, and on the plane  The radar warning lights were already flashing indiscriminately along with the harsh sirens.

    "I said Lieutenant Owen, can't you fly lower?" Zhang Zhuowen roared loudly in the roaring cockpit. Although he knew that no fighter planes would come to intercept, there were already anti-air missiles on the mainland.  Transport planes are bound to die if encountered.

    "Sir Zhang, the altitude below is anywhere from four to five thousand meters. Do you think lowering the altitude is a good suggestion?" The Japs pilot asked quietly without looking back, staring closely at the instrument panel.

    The plane flying through the clouds could not find any signs on the ground at all, and on both sides of the plane's route, cold mountains flashed from time to time.

    The navigator next to Zhang Zhuowen silently marked the plane's route on the route map, holding a pencil in his hand with cold sweat.

    Unaware that the transport plane had already passed Zhangmu Village, it continued to sail along the mountain channel towards the small village of Cuoxiamu.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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