The power of small people may not be enough to change history; and those who write history may have regarded them as abandoned children. But no matter what, these abandoned little people still remember that this is their own motherland.
There is no honor more glorious than defending our country.
The bloody battle is not for a certain person, but for the land where they grew up.
Strictly speaking, this is a fanfic. I accidentally saw that article in Jinjiang not long ago, and I expressed a lot of emotion while reading it. When I was listening to a song recently, I thought of something in this article that didn't seem to be the main element, so I used the topic to write this fanfic~
Original address: "Fragments of the Colossus"
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