For three whole days, not a single superfluous movement was heard in the entire camp.

The trumpet sound during the exercise is still loud, the roar during the fight is as fierce, and the singing before the meal is still full of blood!

But other than that, there was no more sound.

The departure of the Sonam Dajie brothers is an extremely serious blow to us.

If it is said that the Sonam Dajie brothers died on the battlefield, according to our view at the time, the Sonam Dajie brothers can be regarded as seeking benevolence and dying well.

At the very least, on the tombstone of the Sonam Dajie brothers, there will be a passage for posterity to pay attention to, describing how brave and fearless our Sonam Dajie brothers were.

But the Sonam Dajie brothers are here to save three herders and a flock of sheep!

The life of such an elite soldier was exchanged for three barely literate herdsmen and a group of sheep who didn't have time to catch up with the autumn fat to return to their home alive!

I don't think it's worth it!

That's what I really thought!

The remains of the Sonam Dajie brothers have been housed in the health team, waiting for the Sonam Dajie brothers' parents to come and see him for the last time, especially the Sonam Dajie brothers' mother.

But a phone call made the mother of the Sonam Dajie brothers never look at her son for the last time.

It was a call from the father of the Sonam Dajie brothers, an old soldier with the rank of colonel.

On the phone, the old soldier, the father of our Sonam Dajie brothers, spoke in a calm voice, even with the hardness and coldness that only some soldiers can have.

Sonam Dajie was an ordinary soldier in the army, who died in the line of duty during the rescue of herdsmen, and everything was handled in accordance with the army's wartime regulations. Others, don't think about it!

With that, the old soldier hung up the phone.

The cemetery of the Sonam Dajie brothers is in the martyrs' cemetery near the army station.

There were already many seniors sleeping there, and the Sonam Dajie brothers were lying among them.

Brother Sonam Dajie will not be alone.

It wasn't until we went to pay our respects to Brother Sonam Dajie on the seventh day after his burial that we met Brother Sonam Dajie's parents.

The old soldier with the rank of colonel quietly hugged a somewhat rich woman, and the two of them stood silently in front of the tomb of the Sonam Dajie brothers.

In the wind came a long Tibetan song, and the unique aroma of barley wine.

Go, son......

In the yurt, there is butter tea made by my mother.

When you're full, take your mother's smile on your face.

The clouds in the sky, that's the Hada that the mother prepared for her son.

Go, son......

Your soul is an eagle on a snowy mountain.

Don't forget to take a look at the flag hanging on the Nima pile, it's Mommy guiding you home.

Go, son......

Your soul is a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg.

Don't forget to take a sip of water from the Lion Spring River, where Daddy is leading you to King Gesar's palace.

Come back, son......

At that moment, I understood what it means to cry when a long song!

We had tears on our faces.

So he went and saluted the old soldier, and then he saluted the richer woman.

The old soldier didn't salute us, but nodded at us.

It's like an old father accepting his sons' friends with a reserved and dignified gesture.

The old soldier asked us, did you say anything when the Sonam Dajie brothers died?

And our tears came down again.

It was the lives of Brother Sonam Dajie that brought our warmth and the success of our mission, but we couldn't even say the last words of Brother Sonam Dajie to his old father.

The old soldier nodded silently.

And the woman who looked a little rich squatted in front of the tomb of the Sonam Dajie brothers with soft weeping......

At this moment, a group of people suddenly came to the gate of the martyr's cemetery.

I recognized them as the three herders we had rescued, as well as some elderly people in formal dresses.

The herdsmen walked to the tomb of the Sonam Dajie brothers and began to pay respects, while the old people who came with them looked at the father of the Sonam Dajie brothers in amazement, as if they wanted to say something, and the father of the Sonam Dajie brothers also looked at the old people fixedly.

Suddenly, the old men exclaimed, "Adasi, are you still alive?" Do you still remember the Yusupu River that carried you down from the snow-capped mountains on your back?

A glimmer of light flashed in the old soldier's eyes, and after walking a few steps, he held the old man's missing three fingers, and said that he remembered and remembered! Back then, it was a few of you who carried me down from the snowy mountain, if it weren't for you, I would have frozen to death on the snowy mountain......

We're blinded!

What's going on?

After a long day of trouble, we finally heard a rough idea from the crossfire between Uyghur and Tibetan.

At that time, the old father of the Sonam Dajie brothers was at the outpost, but that year he also ran into a heavy snow covering the mountain, and the old father of the Sonam Dajie brothers also fell ill and was about to die.

Seeing that the situation was urgent and the outpost was indeed short of manpower, they volunteered to carry the old father of the Sonam Dajie brothers down the mountain to ask for help.

In the ice and snow, several Uyghur boys took turns to fight, wielding a few simple sapper shovels to open the way from the snow, snatching back the life of the old father of the Sonam Dajie brothers.

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

And today, I don't know if God is deliberately arranging it, but the Sonam Dajie brothers are the juniors who saved those old people.

The old soldier pulled the old man who was missing his fingers, and did not mention his son, but carefully asked if he had a physical disability and whether he had any difficulties in life now? When you sent me to the hospital, I also had severe frostbite, and I thought that I would thank you when I got better, but you were transferred to the hospital early......

The old man with the missing finger said it was okay, it didn't matter. If you can't herd the sheep, you can do some light work, but it's really not good, and the commune can still take care of it......

I watched the old soldier and the old man talk to themselves, and then I felt that my arithmetic was indeed a little worse.

Specifically, in order to save the old father of the Sonam Dajie brothers, several Uyghur strong young men froze their hands and feet alive, which can easily imagine how difficult the future life can be in a place where grazing or farming is the main business.

They don't even know the old father of the Sonam Dajie brothers, but they are willing to sacrifice the life of a stranger for the rest of their lives.

Anyway, from their own point of view, they are all losing.

And the Sonam Dajie brothers gave their lives to rescue a few strange herdsmen, wouldn't it be even more of a loss?

So, who is benefiting from this?

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

I think that what benefits should be the goodness of human nature.

The kind of kindness that no matter how much it costs, just ask for peace of mind and a clear conscience!

That's all.