Micro Empire: Alive

In the park, two nests of ants have been fighting for three years. The Northeast Iron Jaw Legion advocates strength and is domineering and iron-blooded. The Southwest Amber Dynasty is good at calculations and lies dormant. A crack is a national border, a grain of sugar is a fuse. The day the cone tip fell from the sky, they collided head-on for the first time—— The sand pit is stained with blood, and life is like grass. But God doesn't care. God picked up the food, trampled down the nest, and poured acid rain. The floods washed away the borders, the winter froze the queen to death, The enemy general became a comrade-in-arms. Two ant colonies, one future. This is not a story about war. This is a story about being alive. To live is to win.