The driver reversed the car and drove in the opposite direction. The road was winding and rugged. After more than half an hour, the car stopped in front of a small road. There were many shepherds on the small road. They held wild white chrysanthemums in their hands. They held a vigil for the soldiers who had died on that mountain.
The path was lined with red flags for the soldiers who had sacrificed themselves. The shepherds had put the wild chrysanthemums on the flags.
Two monks were there to recite the scriptures. They looked solemn.
"Master Cheng," a soldier in casual clothes walked toward their car and greeted him.
Master Cheng asked, "Those are the soldiers who died today?"
"Not all of them." The soldier's eyes were red. "Most were soldiers with the Lanning unit, and some were with Colonel Lu."