In the endless fields, a piece of land full of green onions...
"Grandpa, what is that in your hand?"
A little boy about seven or eight years old lay on top of a white-haired old man and asked curiously.
The old man was wearing an old gray military uniform. Although his hair was full of white, his eyes were like blades. If you look carefully, you will find that there is a murderous look in the old man's eyes that can never be erased.
When the old man heard the boy's words, he smiled kindly and said mysteriously: "The thing in Grandpa's hand is a medal."
