The herdsmen of Beibeng Township have guarded this pastoral road for generations. Before our border outposts were built, it was their herdsmen, generation after generation, who blocked the invasion of enemies from the south.
Xie Yuanchao had great respect for these Monba men, and the soldiers at the border outposts also had a very harmonious relationship with the Monba people.
"Why not? We are all Chinese. You go inform Old Gesang, and I will discuss this with the condolence performance group."
The setting sun cast its last rays of light on the McMahon Line, and the herdsmen of Beibeng Township rode their horses and flocked to the outpost from all directions.
There was a copper bell hanging on old Gesan's saddle, and the tinkling sound echoed on the plateau meadow.
"Thank you, Captain!" Old Gesang got off his horse, his dark face full of smiles. "We heard that the art troupe is coming, and the kids in our village all want to see the performance."
Xie Yuanchao nodded, his eyes sweeping across the expectant faces of the herdsmen. These Monba men have guarded this land for generations, and their ancestors built the first line of defense with their flesh and blood.
Today, their children still graze their sheep on the border, measuring the boundaries of the country with the hoof prints of the sheep.
"Platoon Leader Wang, have the soldiers help the herdsmen settle down." Xie Yuanchao turned around and ordered, "The villagers have come from far away, we must entertain them well."
The makeshift stage was made of several wooden planks, with a bonfire lit in front.
Old Gesan directed his tribesmen to put the mutton they brought on the campfire. Soon, the aroma of the roasted mutton wafted around.
The girls from the art troupe were changing their clothes backstage. Liu Shiqi's long braids were tied into a bun, revealing her slender neck. Xie Yuanchao glanced at her as she passed by, then quickly looked away - her white skin was particularly dazzling in the twilight.
The show has begun.
"; The red flag of revolution is flying in the wind. The sons and daughters of China are working hard to build a beautiful country and vow to turn the motherland into a paradise. Forward! Forward! The revolutionary momentum is unstoppable. Forward! Forward! Toward the direction of victory.";
The first program was "We Are Walking on the Road", and the sonorous and powerful singing echoed on the plateau.
Old Gesang’s grandson Tashi sat in his grandfather’s arms, staring at the stage without blinking with his black grape-like eyes.
As night fell, the performance continued as the young Monba girls danced around the campfire to the accompaniment of singing.
The atmosphere was lively and the members of the consolation performance group were infected by the atmosphere and sang again and again.
Liu Shiqi sang "My Motherland", and all the border guards and herdsmen stood up and sang along. The singing crossed the border and drifted to the border outposts of the enemy country.
Xie Yuanchao stood on the outskirts of the crowd, glancing at the sentry post behind him. Two armed soldiers were still standing on high ground on guard.
"Captain, there is a fire over at Beibeng Ranch!"
Xie Yuanchao climbed to a high place, took out a telescope, and indeed saw a flash of fire in the distant night sky.
"Oh no, something's wrong!" Xie Yuanchao rushed back to the ground, found Old Gesang, and asked, "Did the village leave anyone to watch over the ranch?"
Old Gesang nodded and said, "My son Doji brought five strong young men to guard it!"
Xie Yuanchao told Old Gesang about the fire he had seen. Old Gesang slapped his thigh and said anxiously, "Oh no! Our house has been robbed!"
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