Brown pack horses and donkeys carry sacks of linen cloth and their hooves gently step on the wooden deck several inches thick, and the bell hanging from their necks makes a crisp sound, mixed with the whispered shouts of the Tibetan men of the pack horse team, echoing over the suspension bridge that is more than 100 meters long.

On the other side of the drawbridge, a squad of Indo-Tibetan Mountain Force patrol detachments, armed with Soviet-style AK74 assault rifles and wearing Penny caps, stood on both sides of the bridge, watching vigilantly at the group of pack horses coming from the drawbridge, as well as a few long-distance backpackers slightly behind.

A tall and stout white man with a desert training uniform, no rank, tactical pistol holster hanging from his waist, short brown hair on the high nose bridge, and a pair of sunglasses, stood next to a heavy Soviet-style four-wheeled SUV at the head of the bridge, with a faint foil of a soldier of the patrol detachment wearing a Penny hat and holding an assault rifle, and his tall and strong figure stood out in the afternoon sun.

Noticing that the Tibetan big man Sanji of the pack horse team walking in front of him drove the head horse slowly towards the bridge, the white man unhurriedly took off the sunglasses with light blue lenses on his face, showing a resolute face in his thirties, and a pair of blue-brown eyes showed a strange light to look at Sanji who was gradually approaching, and raised his left arm with long hair on his sleeves and shook it gently.

A Tibetan second lieutenant wearing a penny hat with the rank of second lieutenant on his epaulettes beside him shook the assault rifle on the shoulder strap and shouted in Tibetan to Sanchi with an impatient expression: "The pack horse team is coming from the border? Get out the pass pieces, we need to check them out! ”

Sanji hurriedly took out a few folded pages from his robe, and after shouting at the head horse to stop, he handed them to the second lieutenant with an impatient look.

The second lieutenant originally looked a little impatient, but when he opened the border pass stamped with the big seal of the Indian Border Guard, he found that there were several large-denomination Indian rupee banknotes in the document, and his expression immediately became relaxed.

The second lieutenant had no scruples about putting the rupees into the left breast pocket of his training uniform. Quickly glanced at the old paper documents, raised his head and looked at Sanji and a group of pack horses behind him, more than a dozen strong Tibetan men, casually handed the paper documents to Sanji, and waved his hand to signal that Sanji's pack horse team could pass.

The white man in his thirties, with a tactical pistol holster hanging from his waist, had been watching Sange's reaction, blatant bribery of Sanchi's patrol. He didn't bother to care, he didn't look down on the rupee, it was extremely normal for the pack horse team that was bartering on the border all the year round to bribe the border police, of course, the pack horse team on the opposite side would not do this (in China), otherwise it would be very troublesome.

However, apparently disappointed, Sanji just shouted twice at the team of pack horses behind him in Tibetan with an Ali accent, and then walked across the bridge with the team of pack horses, driving more than 20 short pack horses and donkeys straight to the town of Tianzhu Temple, without finding any direct connection between Sanji's team of pack horses and the group of backpackers following behind.

Did they just happen to come together? Not familiar with each other?

Thoughts flashed through the head of the bridge, and the big white man at the head of the bridge felt that his judgment had been a little wrong at first, and that he had not found the packhorse team to cover the group of backpackers who were still walking on the planks on the bridge.

But thinking about it, he couldn't see it on his face at all, and his expression was not a little annoyed, and he took out a box of Chinese cloud cigarettes bought from the store in the small town of Tianzhu Temple from the pocket of his training uniform, shook the cigarette box, and pinched a cigarette with his thumb and index finger and stuffed it into the corner of his mouth. He took out a disposable gas lighter, also from the store, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. Then he threw the cigarette and the lighter to the second lieutenant beside him, and while spitting two gray-white smoke from his nostrils, he looked at the few backpackers who had already walked to the bridge.

Dressed in light yellow and light blue casual sportswear suits, Anna and Yang Yifan, were the first to walk across the thick wooden suspension bridge with a length of more than 100 meters. But the kind of scholarly temperament that vaguely revealed arrogance was highlighted at this time, and he didn't take the Indo-Tibetan Mountain Force patrol standing at the bridgehead for a surprise inspection at all, and wanted to walk straight past the white man in his thirties, but was naturally stopped without accident.

"Who are you? Take out your passes and take a look! ”

At the beckoning of the white man's eyes, a second lieutenant with a Tibetan face. After gesturing to the gun-wielding soldiers around him to stop Anna and Yang Yifan at the bridge, he looked at Anna with a pretty face with a somewhat gloomy expression, and said a few sentences in English very quickly.

The second lieutenant's eyesight is quite good, Anna's European appearance and the scholarly air on her face seem to have some origins, obviously some kind of international organization scientific researcher, or a young scientist or something?

In order to disseminate the so-called "universal" values of Western society, in recent years, many researchers and scientists from various countries under the name of Greenpeace, Animal Protection Association, and even the United Nations have appeared in India in various ways.

The second lieutenant has encountered so-called scientists from these international organizations who have completed their documents but like to experience the folk culture and customs of the border area, and engage in strange research and the like, and the second lieutenant thinks that Anna and Yang Yifan are such people.

"We're from the APEC Wildlife Conservation Association, Xiao Yang, show him our credentials!"

Anna's bright silver eyes instantly became sharp, and after her gaze stayed on the face of the Tibetan lieutenant for a few seconds, she said a few words of English unhurriedly.

Yang Yifanmei next to her understood in seconds, and she didn't care about a few soldiers with guns and Tibetan mountain troops a few meters away, and put more than half of her attention on her proud upper circumference curve, and she didn't know anything, so she quickly untied the strap of her backpack, unzipped her backpack and took out a small blue notebook from her backpack, and walked a few steps and handed it to the second lieutenant.

The second lieutenant looked at the document book in his hand and found that this was a collective team's certification document, which was explained in English, Chinese, Hindi, Russian and other official languages, and the holder of this certificate was a scientist from the Wildlife Conservation Association, prompting the border checkpoint of the country where it passed to be released, and the document was signed by APEC, which was valid for half a year. The time for signing is in May.

It was difficult for the second lieutenant to define the authenticity of this document, and looked at the white man in his thirties with a pleading eye, at this time, the white man with a cigarette in his mouth threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth, and his blue-brown eyes looked at Zhuge Hanyu and Song Xiaoshuang who were walking slowly from Anna's side, and the muscles on his face trembled for no reason. Swiftly took the blue passport from the second lieutenant's hand.

After reading and inspecting it, even judging from his rich experience in intelligence reconnaissance, he could only be inclined to the fact that this document book was genuine and valid, and how could he not understand that if the APEC name was to deny the authenticity and validity of the document book easily, these so-called scientists would make a fuss, and he would be very unlucky.

However, as an intelligence reconnaissance elite, the intuition supported by rich experience reminded him that he always felt that Anna and Yang Yifan and others were suspicious. I don't think you can let these people go easily.

This sturdy white man, pretending to be stupid, returned the ID book to Yang Yifan's sister, and when Yang Yifan put away the ID book and was about to put it back in his backpack, he suddenly said noncommittally in skilled Tibetan.

"There seems to be a lot less argalii in the mountains recently!"

In response to a somewhat abrupt sentence that suddenly came out of the white man's mouth, Yang Yifan, who seemed to be a scientist's assistant, had a look of surprise on her face, and said quickly in the same skillful Tibetan: "The wild argali population is too small, and we haven't observed it at all. In the upper reaches of the Indus in the Ladakh mountain range, there are only rock sheep, but after our observations. The rock sheep population is also facing shrinking territory and increasing threats from humans. ”

The white man's eyes became cold, and he pointed to Master Mu Jiangcuo, who was black and thin with a cane, and Kong Kang Ding, an old man with a fat body, showed a hint of sarcasm on his face. Looking at Anna and Yang Yifan, who had already put their backpacks on their backs again, they whispered in Hindi very quickly: "These two are not your staff, they are clearly cultivators of a certain sect!" ”

The rude behavior of this white guy changed the faces of the second lieutenant and the soldiers of the nearby Indo-Tibetan Mountain Force patrol.

In the Himalayas, in the south and north of the mountains, as well as in the Karakoram Mountains on the Sino-Indian border. The sergeants who have been guarding the border for thousands of years know that they should not provoke the practitioners of the major sects, and there are many believers in Tibetan Buddhism, Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism, Bon, and other religions.

Because walking in the lofty mountains at high altitudes, there are many wild beasts, the environment is harsh and inaccessible, people often find a certain old cultivator with a withered face and scattered hair, passing through the barren mountains infested with wolves, but there is no, how can he do it without some ability? However, the American Yankee next to him spoke disrespectfully, and pointed his finger directly at Master Mu Jiangcuo and Old Man Kong Kang Ding, who were obviously masters of cultivation, which was the rhythm of death.

", don't take me with you if you don't want to live, you will take off this skin after half a year, you can't have an accident here!"

The second lieutenant secretly scolded his mother in his heart, and wanted to kick the Yankees beside him into the water of the Indus River under the bridge, but of course such a thought could not be shown on his face, so he quickly waved his hand and signaled the two soldiers who were still standing in the middle of the road with guns to stand aside, and immediately looked at Master Mu Jiangcuo and the old man Kong Kang Ding with a respectful expression, and saluted with their hands together.

When Master Mu Jiangcuo and the old man Kong Kang Ding walked slowly with their hands folded and saluted, Anna shook her head slightly, showing a few traces of regret on her face, looking at the Yankees who had been confused by the sudden change of attitude of the second lieutenant, and gestured to Yang Yifan to prepare to leave, she whispered in English with an American accent noncommittally: "These two masters are going to Leh, just walking with us, who said that the two masters are members of the Animal Protection Society, you are mistaken!" ”

While Anna was talking, Master Mu Jiang Cuo, who was carrying a black lacquer root cane and a small backpack and wearing a light white cloth Tibetan robe, had already walked to the second lieutenant with the old man Kong Kang Ding, and after seeing the black and thin Master Mu Jiang Cuo's expression became solemn and nodded at him slightly, a boulder in the second lieutenant's heart finally fell to the ground, and he secretly slandered in his heart: A master is a master, and he doesn't care about ordinary people.

The second lieutenant couldn't afford to check the backpackers' documents again, of course he knew that this small team from the APEC Wildlife Conservation Association, of course, had official passports and other documents, but the two masters didn't necessarily have passports, and checking passports or something would definitely annoy these hiking masters, which would be a big problem.

As for what the names of the two masters were, the ensign didn't want to ask, because unless the master himself or his companions said it, asking for the names of the Great Ability cultivators was a very taboo thing in itself.

When Song Xiaoshuang, who was dressed in an azure flannel tracksuit and carrying a huge backpack with an ordinary face, walked through the gravel road at the head of the bridge, Song Xiaoshuang, who had restrained his killing aura, looked extremely ordinary, except for the researcher temperament he deliberately displayed, he was a backpacker who looked good in physical strength.

The white man in his thirties with a tactical pistol holster hanging from his waist only stayed on Song Xiaoshuang for a short moment before focusing his attention on Zhuge Hanyu, Sima Yuru and Liu Xiaoyang, who were wearing the same flannel tracksuit.

For a light purple flannel tracksuit, a slightly chubby figure with short black hair, and a scholar's temperament highlighting Zhuge Hanyu, the white man's blue-brown gaze only swept slightly, and he felt that she was very in line with the image of a scholar.

And Sima Yuru's military temperament and Liu Xiaoyang's athlete's style only made him frown slightly and shook his head, former soldiers and former athlete-born scientific research workers are very common, and there is not enough reason to block them from asking again.

The crux of the problem actually lies in the dozen or so soldiers of the Indo-Tibetan Mountain Army at the bridgehead.

They were already frightened by what the Yankees around them had done, and they were worried about angering the two masters who had already walked straight to the entrance of the town of Tianzhu Temple, so they would not cooperate with the Yankees at all to try to stop Zhuge Hanyu and his party.

The Yankees only appeared in the patrol temporarily and were about to leave soon, if he poked out the big basket, he could pat his ass and leave, and he didn't want to get the Tibetans in the town of Tianzhu Temple in the future.

You must know that the Tibetans have great respect for the cultivation masters, because most of the practitioners will use what they have learned (medicine and witchcraft) to serve the people of all ethnic groups in the travel for free, and the two masters do not need to do it themselves at all, but only occasionally show their disgust with the Indo-Tibetan mountain force patrols, and the patrols will be discredited, and they will want to be promoted or something in the future.

Not long after Zhuge Hanyu and his entourage walked into the town of Tianzhu Temple with their backpacks on their backs, a squad of Indo-Tibetan mountain troops patrolled quickly on the Soviet-style heavy off-road vehicle parked at the bridge, and the off-road vehicle engine roared and drove across the suspension bridge paved with wooden planks, along the improvised war-ready gravel road on the side of the river valley, and drove downstream along the river valley, gradually disappearing at the end of the road on the gray-yellow ridge......

(To be continued.) )