Where There Are People, There Is the Position: After Several Blizzards, They Press Forward to Higher Ground
Pressing Forward to Higher Ground
■ Xu Ruiying
In the high-altitude no-man's-land, rutted roads and gale-force winds laden with grit forced the already slow-moving convoy to slow down yet again.
As the "vanguard" (排头兵) of the unit entering the mission area, Political Instructor Wang Xun led the detachment's officers and soldiers forward, traveling from the glow of ten thousand lights into a landscape of utter desolation. The hardship and exhaustion need not be elaborated.
As the altitude rose degree by degree and the temperature fell degree by degree, driver Zeng Feng felt distinctly that the vehicle was "moving slower" even at the same speed. His rough hands gripped the steering wheel without letting go, and the foot pressing the accelerator bore down with a little more force. He had not counted how many bends he had rounded or how many steep slopes he had crested—he only wanted to go faster, faster still.
With only a few dozen kilometers left to the rest point, Zeng Feng's vehicle broke down. He and his comrades got out, flashlights in hand, to make repairs. The fierce wind cut at their faces like a blade, and their nasal passages felt as though stuffed with cotton, leaving them perpetually short of breath. Minute by minute the time passed, and at last they worked together to fix the vehicle and press on. By the time they reached the bivouac site, the sky was thick with stars.
After several blizzards, in order to complete the mission to a higher standard, the detachment's officers and soldiers resolved to press forward to higher ground.
Sunlight fell directly on the ice, as though scattering countless shards of ice crystal. They crossed the ice surface, traversed the mountain passes (达坂), and when they reached the steepest slope, the vehicles swayed from side to side, nearly tipping onto their sides. Upon arriving at the designated position, everyone, heedless of altitude sickness, moved supplies and erected the radar without pause; the white vapor of their breath was kneaded by wind and snow into the high plateau.
The radar antenna rotated. Inside the shelter vehicle (方舱), operators stared intently at their small screens, searching for targets amid the flow of signals, weaving a tight "sky net" (天网). Through close coordination across every station, the mission was completed successfully.
"Where there are people, the position holds; where there are people, the antenna turns; where there are people, the intelligence flows!" (人在阵地在,人在天线转,人在情报通) In the setting sun, they smiled with pride. The "plateau flush" (高原红) burned onto each of their faces by wind and frost shone just as brilliantly as the light falling on the snow-capped peaks.