At 4:30 in the morning, the cargo area of Kunming Changshui Airport was still immersed in indigo silence. Zhan Deleving wrapped himself tightly in his jacket and slid his fingertips quickly on the "West Yunnan Caravan Supply Chain Management System" on his tablet computer. On the screen, among the green dots representing thirty-seven pastures, the "Laoqing Ranch" in Nujiang Lisu Autonomous Prefecture was flashing a red alert crazily - the blizzard three days ago crushed the forage warehouse, and the winter feed for two hundred Yunnan horses was only enough to last for 48 hours, while the originally planned transport convoy was trapped in Liuku Town due to a landslide.
"Dlevin, we just received news from Lao Qing. The herdsmen have started to slaughter the weak horses. If we delay any longer, we will lose the supply guarantee agreement we signed with the ranch!" The roar of Zhao Shanhe, the head of the caravan, came from the Bluetooth headset, and there was also the noise of trucks honking in the background.
Zhan Delevingn rubbed his eyes that were red and bloodshot from staying up late, and scanned the transportation route map in the system. All conventional routes are blocked, and detouring around Myitkyina in Myanmar is even more impossible - not to mention the cumbersome cross-border procedures, the armed checkpoints in the mountains of northern Myanmar alone are enough to make it difficult for the transport team to move forward. His fingertips paused on an almost forgotten gray icon: "Brother Zhao, do you still remember the 'human horse post road' we opened three years ago to deliver supplies to Dulongjiang Township? It starts from Pihe Township, Fugong County, crosses the branch of Gaoligong Mountain, and reaches the back mountain of Laoqing Ranch. The whole journey is 65 kilometers. Although it can only be transported by mules and horses, it is the only way now."
