Stories of Border Guards | The Sound of Hoofbeats Toward the Distant Horizon
The Sound of Hoofbeats Toward the Distant Horizon
■ Mou Shiqi
Chen Yu and the military horse "Snow Spot." Photo by Zhou Yufan.
In August, Pulan's clear blue sky hangs low overhead. At the foot of the towering snow-capped mountains, shallow meadow grass pushes up through the cracks in the gravel along the patrol road, and everything feels uncommonly alive.
Returning from patrol, Private First Class Chen Yu of the Pulan Border Defense Company, Tibet Ali Military Sub-district, grooms the military horse "Snow Spot." Its thick winter coat has mostly shed, and the smooth new coat has been tended by Chen Yu to a gleaming shine. "Snow Spot," Chen Yu says with reluctance, "after I leave, you must guard Pulan in my place."
Pulan — a Tibetan name meaning "the place encircled by snow mountains" — endures winters lasting seven months, with temperatures dropping as low as minus 30 degrees Celsius. The company's garrison is situated deep in the snow mountains at an altitude of 4,700 meters, with several duty posts scattered among peaks rising above 5,000 meters.
The land shapes its horses. Most of the military horses in Pulan are Tibetan horses — sturdy-limbed, straight-backed, thick-coated, and unafraid of the cold. They can trek long distances through snow that reaches their bellies, carrying supplies day and night.
"Today, I present the military horse 'Snow Spot' to you!" After the new soldiers joined the company, the company commander made a point of holding a horse-presentation ceremony, handing the tall and powerfully built "Snow Spot" over to Chen Yu and instructing him to take good care of it.
"Snow Spot" stood half a head taller than the other military horses and had a somewhat fierce temperament. The first time Chen Yu entered the stable, he clutched a handful of fodder and moved with the lightest of steps, afraid of startling the animal. But "Snow Spot's" watchful gaze remained full of wariness, and it refused to come near Chen Yu. The first time he tried to lead "Snow Spot" on a walk, the moment he tightened his grip on the reins, the horse threw him off balance with a jerk.
Chen Yu did not rush. He continued to care for "Snow Spot" with patience. While feeding it, he noticed a scar on its right foreleg and asked his comrades about it. It turned out that "Snow Spot" had been cut by a rock along the roadside while carrying a comrade down the mountain on a mission some time before. Chen Yu was filled with sympathy and applied ointment to the wound every day until it healed. As time passed, "Snow Spot" lost its hostility; whenever it saw Chen Yu, it would take the initiative to come over and nuzzle the back of his hand.
Before long, Chen Yu went on his first patrol, with "Snow Spot" — his constant companion — alongside him. The mountain trail concealed hidden dangers. At one steep icy slope, a comrade named Xiao Yang slipped and slid straight toward a deep ravine at the side of the path. Fortunately, he managed to grab hold of "Snow Spot's" reins. "Snow Spot" also proved its worth: it planted all four hooves into the snow and held Xiao Yang's body fast. Chen Yu and his comrades quickly worked together to haul on the safety rope and pull Xiao Yang back to safety. Fortunately, neither Xiao Yang nor "Snow Spot" was injured, and the team pressed on.
During a rest stop along the way, the soldiers sat in a circle rubbing their hands for warmth. Chen Yu kept reassuring "Snow Spot": "When we get back, I'll cook you your favorite corn and carrots." The delighted "Snow Spot" would occasionally nudge the snow on the ground with its head, then shake its head back and forth at Chen Yu in a show of affection.
In the days that followed, as soon as training and duty ended, Chen Yu would go to the stable to look after "Snow Spot" — carefully combing out the grit hidden in its mane and checking all four hooves for cuts from loose stones.
The border patrol route winds along the mountains of Pulan, seemingly without end. The brave "Snow Spot" accompanied Chen Yu through nearly two years of border-guard service. In a short while, Chen Yu — whose service term is nearly complete — will leave the company to return to university and finish his studies. "Snow Spot," having served for ten years, is growing old and can no longer bear the demanding high-altitude patrol missions; it too will be withdrawn from the duty roster and kept in the company's dedicated care area to accompany the officers and soldiers.
The sound of hoofbeats carries toward the distant horizon. Chen Yu's heart is heavy with deep reluctance and lingering concern. To preserve this one-of-a-kind bond forged at the frontier, he brought his camera and "Snow Spot" to the pasture and asked a comrade to capture the warm scene of man and horse together. He also carefully snipped a small lock of "Snow Spot's" smooth mane to keep as a keepsake: "After I leave the plateau, this lock of mane will be my memento. I will always remember that high above the snow mountains, there was once a 'comrade-in-arms without words' who stood guard at the border by my side."