Space-time SWAT

It is more than 500 miles from Qudu to Lima County, the grassland mounted police headquarters in the west of Yizhou, and it rises rapidly from an altitude of 500 meters to an altitude of more than 500 meters.Along the way, the mountain road is winding, rugged and dangerous.Construction of the Quli Expressway has started, but it is still one or two years away from opening to traffic.

Bai Jiebu and his party of nine drove three police off-road vehicles back together.In order to be able to arrive that day, they hit the road at five in the morning, and drove out of this bustling western central city in the icy light rain in late autumn and early winter.

A memorial service will be held tomorrow and they must go home today.

Although they patrol the grassland with an area of ​​20 hectares all year round, their family members can stay in Lima County and find a decent job. Come in the rain, go in the rain.When they are not too busy at work, they can go back to reunite with their families.This kind of life is already very satisfying for them.

They were very silent along the way, only accompanied by Tibetan songs played on the stereo, driving through the snow-capped mountains, seeing the ice peaks shining with golden light under the sun, and the landscape of "Rizhao Jinshan" accompanied by myths related to Buddhism The legend made them stand in awe.

There are three people in each car, and Bai Jiebu and Bai Sanji can't talk about their own affairs unscrupulously.Sonam Dorje, who was in the same car with them, was a well-informed young man who had studied at university and served in the military. Say more.

Although the mountain road is difficult, they are used to it, and they drive like walking on flat ground.The three people in the car took turns to drive, and the three meals in the morning, lunch and evening were settled at the roadside shop casually. There were no natural disasters such as landslides, flying rocks, and landslides caused by wind and rain on the road. They moved forward very quickly. .When night fell, they crossed the mountains and returned to Lima County smoothly.

After running all the way, it was already freezing cold on the plateau, so we went home without any delay, and took a rest quickly.

Early the next morning, Bai Jiebu and Bai Sangji got up, went out after breakfast, and rushed to the auditorium of the Prairie Mounted Police Corps against the wind and snow.

There are white flowers everywhere.The two took off their coats, each took a paper flower from the report office, and put it on the chest of the police uniform.

Their police uniforms are unique and different from the uniforms of other police types. They resemble western aristocratic horse riding outfits. They look heroic and handsome, with broad shoulders and long legs, and they are also very neat when riding on horseback.

Wearing this police uniform, Bai Sangji looked even more graceful and phoenix, Xiao Su Qingju, like a Zhilan Yingxiu, a jade tree facing the wind.Under the heavy lead cloud in the sky, he seemed to have his own light, shining brightly.

The deputy chief in charge of organizing the memorial service caught him as if he had found a treasure, and quickly grabbed him, "Sangji, you're back. That's great. Come on, you'll be the vanguard of today's guard, okay?"

"Okay, no problem." Bai Sangji agreed, and he was immediately pulled behind him, put on the armed belt, and carried a police pistol with no bullets on his waist, then put on shiny leather boots, and put on brand new white clothes. Gloves.

After tidying up his police appearance in front of the mirror, Bai Sangji walked to the mourning hall.

The mourning service has not yet begun, and the mourning hall is empty.All the police officers who died have been cremated. There are only exquisite urns covered with the national flag, corresponding photos of the deceased are hung on the wall, and wreaths are placed everywhere.

Bai Sangji looked at the 26 posthumous photos on the wall one by one, then solemnly raised his hands in salute, then turned around and walked to the first posthumous photo, and stood beside the wreath.

His stance is pretty standard.Keep your heels together and your toes out about sixty degrees apart.The legs are straight, the lower abdomen is slightly retracted, and the chest is naturally raised.The upper body is upright, slightly leaning forward.The shoulders are flat and slightly stretched back.The arms hang down naturally, the fingers are close together and naturally slightly bent, the tip of the thumb sticks to the second joint of the index finger, and the middle finger sticks to the seam of the trousers.The head is upright, the neck is straight, the mouth is closed, the lower jaw is slightly retracted, and the eyes are looking straight ahead.

As long as someone walks into the mourning hall, he will be the first to see him.This pacesetter is like a beautiful landscape, making this place full of sadness and depression more solemn and brighter.

After him, 25 young and handsome police officers lined up in sequence, all standing at attention in a standard posture, guarding the spirits of their comrades-in-arms.

There were more and more people, and those who couldn't squeeze in were waiting outside, standing quietly amidst the snowflakes flying all over the sky.A lot of reporters also came, some went to interview the masses, some were filming the spectacular scene of "[-] crowds send off the heroes", and some even turned on the live broadcast, reporting the scene in real time.

At nine o'clock, the mourning ceremony officially began.

The governor, deputy governor, state police chief, deputy director, Lima County police chief, deputy chief, prairie mounted police chief, deputy chief team, major captains, and squadron leaders entered in turn, bowed to the portraits of the martyrs, and then met with The relatives of the martyrs shook hands and offered cordial condolences.After that, the police and representatives from all walks of life entered to pay tribute to the martyrs.

After all the people entering the venue have mourned and stood in the designated position, the memorial service officially begins.

The captain of the Prairie Mounted Police introduced the life stories of the 26 martyrs who died this time.The state police chief read out the order issued by the federal police chief, posthumously recognized them as martyrs, and awarded corresponding meritorious medals and hero titles.The governor, the deputy governor, the Prairie Mounted Police, and representatives of the public delivered eulogy speeches respectively.

The memorial service didn't end until noon.

Bai Sangji took the lead in holding the ashes of Dhondup Tsering, the captain of the second squadron with the highest police rank among the martyrs who died this time, and walked out with 25 police officers who were guarding the spirit, and boarded the hearse solemnly.

The convoy drove to the Martyrs Cemetery outside the city.Along the way, many Tibetans held khatas, recited scriptures, prayed for the martyrs, and went to funerals.Those attending the memorial service also boarded their cars one after another, and a row of off-road vehicles and large living rooms followed the hearse and drove out of the city.

After arriving at the cemetery, they got out of the car and climbed the mountain slowly.

The wind and snow were getting worse, and everyone else was wearing fur coats, down jackets, warm hats, scarves, and gloves. Only the 26 police officers who escorted the heroic spirits were dressed in thin clothes and neatly dressed.But they did not shy away. They all held their heads high and walked firmly. They walked steadily to the top of the mountain, sent the hero's bone box to the majestic Martyrs Memorial Hall, placed it in the corresponding spiritual seat on the wall, and then stood at attention and saluted.

The ceremony is over.

Leaders and people from all walks of life left one after another, but many members of the Prairie Mounted Police stayed behind, looking at the comrades who died, and remembering the good times of training, patrolling, fighting, and living together in the past.

Sonam Dorje suddenly appeared, and handed a Zamuni to Bai Sangji, "Sangchi, sing one. Dhondup likes to hear you sing the most, and said that it was like drinking a jug of fine wine, which made him intoxicated." .And other sacrificed brothers also said that you sang well, and they all liked to listen to it.”

This is a violin that Tibetans like to use.Bai Sangji took it over, sorted out his thoughts, and played the prelude.He didn't know how to sing those songs in this world, so he sang an old song "Remembering Comrades" that was once popular in his previous life as he wished, only slightly changing the lyrics.

"At the foot of the snow mountain is my lovely hometown

when i leave it

It's like the honeydew melon with its vines broken

The girl in my heart lives in Populus euphratica forest

when i parted from her

Just like that Zamnie hanging on the wall"

His voice was clear, mellow and charming, with long-lasting nostalgia in his gentleness.The audience was silent, listening to his song.When turning to the chorus, his voice was suddenly high-pitched and resounding.

"When the melon seedlings are broken, the honeydew melon is still sweet.

When the luthier comes back, Zamunie will play again

when i bid farewell to my comrades in arms

It's like the avalanche is rolling

Ah - dear comrade

I can no longer see your majestic figure and kind face

Ah - dear comrade

You can no longer hear me play or sing—”

At the end of the song, his emotions surged and boiled like a tidal wave, filled with extreme sorrow and mourning.The singing sound spread outside the hall, flying with the wind and snow.Those leaders and people who have not yet walked down the mountain couldn't help but stop and listen.Unknowingly, most people burst into tears, and a very small number of hard-hearted politicians, high-level police officers with strong will and people with weak emotions were also deeply infected. on eyelashes.

In the crowd, Guan Xu was also there, standing beside him was a man wearing the uniform of a first-class inspector of the Prairie Mounted Police. He was about the same age as him, and his appearance was somewhat similar to him, but not as dazzling as him.His demeanor is quite elegant, completely different from the fierceness of the Prairie Mounted Police.

He is Guan Xu's cousin Guan Qi, who is only one year older than him, and is also the acting captain of the first team that will be airborne.

He listened to the song full of nostalgia and sadness, and looked at the tears of the people around him. He felt a little sad, and couldn't help sighing, "Is that Sanji? This song is really... so heartbreaking gone."

Guan Xu was more emotional than him, and had already wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, and praised at this time: "This is the singing voice of an artist. His talent is excellent, and he has a real sense of emotion, which is why he is so moving."

Guan Qi glanced at him, "I heard that you plan to sign him to your studio?"

"I have this plan." Guan Xu took a deep breath, trying to control the emotion of tears, "In the past, his brother was the team leader, so he just agreed. Now you seem to come to take his brother's power, will you give it to me in the future?" Did he trip you?"

Guan Qi glanced at him and shook his head slightly, "You, your elbow is turning out? We grew up together, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Guan Xu looked at him vigilantly, "I used to think you were not, but we haven't seen each other for several years. I don't understand why you suddenly went to the grassland mounted police to be the captain. You have to know, they We have been fighting for years, and the degree of danger ranks first in the police force. What are you doing here? Are you a good horse rider or a good gun shooter? In the face of those desperadoes, can you go straight up? Can you bear it? ?"

Guan Qi couldn't help laughing, "It seems that you have a high degree of affection for Sangji, and you are completely on his side. Let me tell you, I am not here to seize power, but to help them. I hope Things like today will never happen again. There are only more than 500 of them in total, and between 50 and [-] people are killed and seriously injured and disabled every year. What a terrible casualty rate. I am here to change In this situation, use the power of science and technology to eliminate the enemy, instead of using the flesh and blood of our police officers to block the hole of the gun. Do you understand?"

Guan Xu listened to a song, the lingering sound lingered, finally looked at Guan Qi, and said seriously: "If this is the case, I support you."