Half the Wall: a Commoner's Notes on Fishing City

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, only half of the country was left. The Mongolian cavalry trampled the Shu land, and the Diaoyu City hung alone on the three rivers. Yang Jun, his grandfather died tragically under a butcher's knife, his home was reduced to scorched earth, and his life was split in two - the first half of his life was filled with ordinary fireworks, and the second half of his life was filled with blood and fire. He is not a general, but a small scribe in the flames of war. He uses pen as a blade and paper as a tablet to write down every drop of blood and the name of every unknown person on the city wall. His enemy is the Mongolian centurion Hadar. The man was killing with a knife in one hand, but in the other he was hiding his thoughts about his hometown and mother. He was half a war machine, and half a mortal longing for peace. Their hatred was deep-rooted and their fates were intertwined. The two finally completed the most silent reconciliation in the war at the edge of Linqing Stream, with a stream of clear water and a glance at the stone spring. Official monuments can be erased, official histories can be tampered with, but memories never fade away. Some people refused to retreat in Diaoyu City, and some people carved "Linqing" and "Shiquan" in a foreign land thousands of miles away; some people carved resistance into their blood, leaving behind an ancestral precept that was not loyal to one dynasty and one surname, but only to the people of their homeland. Later generations fought against the Yuan Dynasty, fought against the Japanese, and worked hard for the king... The spirit has been inherited for eight hundred years. History books have always recorded only heroes and generals, leaving no trace of civilians. What is recorded is half of it, and what is buried is the other half. And this book is to make up for the missing half - to make the unknown famous, to make the annihilated reappear, and to make the erased monuments stand again in the text. Half of the country, half of life; half of humanity, half of memory; Half spirit, half history; half hero, half unknown. A city, a group of people, and a persistence that has been dusted by history.