With the arrival of tracked transport vehicles and Jiefang trucks, the mountain road blocked by ice and snow was finally cleared, and a large number of rescuers and supplies poured into the desolate Langcuo Village like a tide.

Qin Ye immediately threw himself into the intense handover process.

He efficiently handed over a series of tedious tasks to the commanders of the follow-up troops, including prisoner custody, village defense, and disaster relief coordination.

His decisive and methodical approach, along with his accurate assessment of the complex situation, astonished all the officers and soldiers who came to provide support, and they all secretly admired him.

As expected of the youngest regimental commander in the military region, his abilities are truly remarkable!

Two days later, the villagers were properly resettled, and the seriously wounded and the more than forty prisoners were transferred out in batches by military trucks and helicopters.

Su Tang and Qin Ye were finally able to unload their burdens and prepare to take the helicopter back to Sun City.

On the day I left, it was just getting light.

The old village chief, Batu, led all the surviving men, women, and children of the village, a huge, dark mass, to spontaneously gather on the temporary helipad at the village entrance to see them off.

They had no gold or silver treasures, nor any valuable gifts.

The most skillful Tibetan woman in the village used the only remaining tuft of the whitest wool, which she carefully dug out from the ruins, to work tirelessly through the night and make a flawless white hada (ceremonial scarf).

Amidst the snowstorm whipped up by the helicopter's massive rotors, Village Chief Batu, his back hunched and hands trembling, held the hada (a ceremonial scarf) as he walked step by step to Su Tang. His aged face, etched with deep lines, was now brimming with tears and the purest respect.

"My Lord, Divine Envoy!"

Village Chief Batu's voice was hoarse, yet it seemed to possess a power capable of shaking snow-capped mountains. He solemnly presented the hada (a ceremonial scarf) to Su Tang.

"Our Langcuo Village has erected a longevity tablet for you for generations!"

"Buzz—"

Behind him, all the villagers followed him, chanting in unison in the most devout Tibetan language, their voices filled with the most primal and sincere gratitude, converging into a warm current that instantly dispelled the harsh cold of the plateau.

Su Tang was deeply moved by the scene before her.

She carefully accepted the simple yet incredibly heavy hada (ceremonial scarf).

At that moment, she suddenly felt that all the risks and sacrifices she had made were worthwhile.

Amidst a deafening roar, Su Tang and Qin Ye boarded the helicopter and soared into the sky under the reverent gazes of the entire village.

When the helicopter landed on the military training ground, there were more people to greet them than they had imagined.

He Shumin and Qin Jianbin, Qin's father, had been waiting anxiously. Even Qin's grandmother, who always valued her status and dignity, stood at the front of the line, leaning on her cane and supported by the guards, craning her neck.

When He Shumin saw Qin Ye holding Su Tang's hand and walking safely out of the cabin, she could no longer hold back.

"My son! My Tangtang!"

She didn't care about anything else, rushed over and hugged the two of them tightly. Tears streamed down her face. She patted Qin Ye's back and touched Su Tang's face, sobbing uncontrollably.

"You two kids...you scared me to death! You scared me to death!"

Su Tang felt a warmth in her heart and gently patted her mother-in-law's back to comfort her.

Meanwhile, Grandma Qin, who was standing to the side, was faster than anyone else.