"Hurry up and inform the villagers to hide the animals!"
Gesang Dondrub is a Tibetan man in his thirties. His family has protected this grassland and pastoral road for generations.
Four dark green jeeps rolled over the prayer flags, and in the ruts were still the Mani stones that Gesang Dunzhu had piled up yesterday.
"This is Chinese territory!" Gesang Dunzhu shouted in Monpa language, and the barrel of the gun was covered with white mist in the frost.
The leading Indian officer wore a turban and sunglasses, revealing his neatly trimmed mustache. Dunzhu recognized this guy - it was he who led the team to dismantle the boundary marker outside the Beibeng Summer Pasture three months ago.
"Friends, I am here to take your animals for quarantine. You only need to pay a small quarantine fee to keep your flock from getting sick again."
Asan spoke in poor Menba dialect, and his thick retroflex sounds with a burnt taste tempted Gesang Dunzhu.
Gesang Dunzhu raised the shotgun in his hand and repeated, "This is Chinese territory!"
He would not be fooled.
Some herdsmen nearby really thought Ah San was kind-hearted and drove their sheep to quarantine. Not only were the sheep detained, but Ah San also asked them to stay on the opposite pasture to graze.
If we hadn’t asked the border guards for help, we wouldn’t have been able to return.
Some Indian soldiers rushed to the sheep pen and opened the fence.
"Bang", Gesang Dunzhu fired a warning shot.
The Indians pointed their guns at Gesang Dunzhu.
"You fired a shot! Take him back for interrogation." The man who looked like an officer ordered.
"I will fight anyone who comes close to me." Gesang Dunzhu retreated into the sheep pen.
He wanted to delay time. The villagers had all gone to watch the performance tonight. He had already sent someone to notify them, and the border guards would come to support them soon.
The officer took out a match and lit a cigarette, and the match flicked between his fingers into the sheep pen.
The hay in the sheepfold instantly ignited.
"You are despicable!" Gesang Dunzhu roared. He wanted to put out the fire, but was caught by the Indian soldiers.
The Monba guy who came from behind started fighting with the Indian soldiers.
The officer-like Ah San spread his hands and said proudly, "We didn't fire a single shot from beginning to end.
This ranch of yours is in our territory, and we have always enforced the law in a civilized manner.
Now that the sheepfold is on fire, there is no need for quarantine, let's go."
Four jeeps roared away in flames.
They took Kelsang Dondrub away.
When Xie Yuanchao arrived with his soldiers, the Indians had already left.
"Captain Xie, you must rescue Dunzhu!" Old Gesan was afraid that his son would suffer.
After Xie Yuanchao learned the whole story, he was so angry that he vomited blood.
This is the third time this month.
This is a naked provocation from the other side.
Quarantine is just a name. Their real purpose is to move the ranch and retreat the outposts.
The entire southern Tibet is our territory, but they drew an unfounded line on our territory and claimed that the land south of this line is their land.
And shamelessly they continue to push this line northwards.
"Our Gesang family has been protecting this pasture for generations. We are Chinese people, and we cannot give this pasture to the Sindhu people."
Old Gesan took Xie Yuanchao to tell the history of Gesan's family.
Their ancestors were sent here to guard the South Gate during the time of Princess Wencheng.
Further south, there is a statue of Princess Wencheng, which has been worshipped by her family for generations.
"Thank you, Captain. We have been driven north again and again. We can't even go back to the land where our ancestors' prayer flags are planted."
Tears flowed from old Gesan's cloudy eyes.
Xie Yuanchao clenched his fists, trying hard to control the anger in his heart.
"Uncle Gesang, don't worry, I will rescue Dunzhu. This ranch will never retreat north again."
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After Qin Muye received the call at the regiment headquarters, he first arranged for a company from the third battalion to go there for reinforcement.
He should have reported to his superiors immediately, but the moment he picked up the phone, he put it down again and turned to walk towards the clinic.
Xie Wan did not go out today. He was dispensing medicine for people at the clinic.
Seeing Qin Muye coming over with a dark face, he gave the written prescription to Xiao Huang and took Qin Muye into the treatment room.
"What's wrong?" Xie Wan knew that unless it was something serious, Qin Muye would not have a gloomy face in front of her.
Qin Muye told Xie Wan about Beibeng Township.
“Your eldest brother is over there, and I have sent people over for reinforcement.
As long as we set up our formation, they will definitely release us immediately.
However, they will distort the facts and say that we are using force to bully the weak, provoking disputes and obstructing quarantine work.
Too obscene, too disgusting!"
Xie Wan took a deep breath. He was very familiar with Ah San's strategy of "I can't beat you, but I can disgust you to death".
In the following decades, they used this method to keep delaying the return of the southern Tibet territory, and gradually turned our southern Tibet into their Arunachal Pradesh, which was recognized by major powers such as Britain and the United States.
If we fight openly, it will only take our army one day to recapture southern Tibet. But if they hide under the protection of Britain, the United States and Russia and play dirty tricks, there is really no way we can do anything unless we have the strength to start the Third World War.
Not only are Britain and the United States deploying defenses against us on the South Asian subcontinent, but in recent years, due to the tension in Sino-Soviet relations, the Russians have also gotten involved.
There are undercurrents in South Asia. As far as Xie Wan knows, the Russians are about to attack Afghanistan, and in the Afghan war, we must be on the Afghan side, otherwise our oil routes to the Middle East will be completely controlled by the Russians.
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