The adopted child returns to the army on paper, and the soul returns first before the ambition is paid. The world is determined by martyrs, and no martyr enjoys peace.

The mountains and rivers are bright and the moon is unharmed, and the heroic deeds shine on the world. With tears in his eyes, a hero photo, my generation must work hard.

"The War of the Brokers" mourns, remembers. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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