The land of Sanxiang is stained with layers of forests. A square courtyard embedded on the mountainside. Here, there is a certain detachment and squadron of the Hunan Armed Police Corps stationed. Deep in the mountains, there is the reservoir area they guard day and night. In early winter, reporters came here to interview and followed this group of warehouse guards on patrol. This road runs up the mountain ridge for about two kilometers. Corporal Wang Junliang walked ahead of the team. The road itself is not difficult to walk, the difficult thing is to walk several times a day, "he said. On the patrol road, every time they arrived at a warehouse, Wang Junliang and his comrades would stop and carefully inspect the security facilities, not letting go of any abnormalities. The sun gradually climbed up the hill, and their training clothes were soaked in sweat, precipitating a layer of salt frost. The mountain blocked the courtyard from the hustle and bustle, and seemed to blur the perception of time among these warehouse guards. Since the 1970s, generations of officers and soldiers of the squadron have rooted and guarded here. More than 50 years have passed, the road is still the same, and the days seem to be the same. Standing guard, patrolling, patrolling, standing guard... They repeatedly questioned the same mountain road with their footsteps, turning the long years into a heavy contract with the mountains. Along the way, in the crevices of rocks beside the mountain road, one can see grass sprouts breaking through the soil. When Wang Junliang passes by, he always takes a few more glances. Look, even on such a steep cliff and thin soil, it's still about to sprout. "Looking at the stubborn green, Wang Junliang seemed to see themselves - silently and unnoticed, but still growing tenaciously. Further ahead, several sparse vegetation spots on the roadside mountain walls are particularly prominent. This is the trace of falling rocks rolling over, "Wang Junliang said, as many of the stones of different sizes in the stream beneath his feet had slid down from the mountain. Danger can also quietly come in calm days. An abandoned barracks stood still on the roadside, with mixed soil and damaged debris gushing out of the window. The cracks caused by mudslides were clearly visible. We will put signs in every place where danger has occurred. ”Wang Junliang said, "Remind ourselves and also remind the villagers who go up the mountain." During the interview, the reporter learned that these mountains originally had no names, but the people here are accustomed to calling them "Bingshan". In their hearts, having soldiers guarding the mountains gives them peace of mind. Fingertips caressed the grass leaves on the stone wall, and Wang Junliang looked towards the mountains. The mountain stands quietly, and the village at the foot of the mountain sits peacefully in its shadow. Have you ever seen anything in the warehouse after being here for so many years? ”During the interview, the reporter asked such a question. Very few people have seen it with their own eyes. ”The officers and soldiers spoke calmly, "But we know that guarding here is our mission