沉默地走在1500条藏人生命及血液里的琼斯,“Father, we kill fifteen hundred Tibet in fifteen minutes,slience on the battlefield, no cheering to our victory,walking sliently. Rock said :Nothing could open up the road to Lhasa but bayonet. But I feel sick.Our boots are stained with blood, a lot of blood. Front is the blood-red sun that is never set on the Britain Empire.Walking forward will lead to what I have been dreaming of . There are lovely folk songs,cloud in the blue sky, smell of suyou. There Gesan, Xueer, Gaga, and Danzhu.