Since the arrival of Red Cloud at Fort Laramie, it has been a full summer.

All the beautiful fantasies that used to exist in my heart were quickly disillusioned like dew and lightning in the 90 days of this summer.

He had wanted to be a bohemian lone cowboy, riding a horse with a musket on his back, without even a bag, from the Missouri River west into the sun-sinking sea;

He also wanted to be a lawyer in a black suit and a beautiful bow tie, to show his eloquence in the courtroom, to bring justice and hope to the wronged and suffering people, and to declare to everyone before the judge with white wig dropped the gavel: "My client is innocent!" ”

He even thought about being a barber, and he would take a huge wooden box that he would have to pull in a caravan and wander along the road that people had trodden out, and whenever he found a person in trouble, well, the great barber would take out all sorts of dazzling tools from his wooden box and take away all kinds of troubles from these people!

Although he was born to be a chieftain - because his father was a chief, he never thought about what he should be.

He had met so many aspiring chiefs, multi-talented chiefs, courageous chiefs, and all sorts of amazing chiefs, all of whom had not ended up well—some had been hung on crosses, some had been skinned in front of their own people, and some were said to have gone to Florida in the east to 'study'!

He knew that sooner or later he might follow the same path as them, but until then, he wanted to wave a little longer.

He wants to be the unruly wind on the great plains, and walk between the mountains, forests and lakes as he likes!

He wanted to be a flickering firefly under the starry sky, perched on the tip of the wet grass, listening to the howling of wolves in the distance and the chirping of birds and insects in the mountains and forests!

He wanted to be the farthest and farthest cloud on the horizon, the first to see the sun when it rose in the morning; When the sun sets in the evening, it is the last to say goodbye to the sun;

There are many roads in life, and Hongyun never thought that he would embark on a road that he had to fight for with his life!

Even though he knew that sooner or later he would become the chief of the Oglara tribe, he thought that if he had the chance, he would bring the sunken Oglara tribe to the civilized world.

As the son of the chief of the largest tribe in the Great Sioux Seven-Colored Flame Alliance, Red Cloud naturally has better and more options than the others.

He had always thought so before entering the gladiatorial arena of Fort Laramie.

He is the red cloud in the sky.

His freedom is innate!

……

In the silence of the cell, the footsteps of the red cloud staggered, from the deepest part of the prison to the edge of the iron door of the prison.

He carried a dim lantern in his hand, casting his shadow in such a huge shadow that it enveloped almost all the road behind him.

Behind him, eyes shone like dried kerosene wicks, burning as hard as they could before draining the last drop of oil.

The dim lantern stopped in front of the dark iron wall, and the red cloud turned.

"Huh!"

He sneered at first, then burst out laughing.

"You see, the door is locked, but the hole is open for the dog!"

"As long as I crawl out of the dog hole, I can get the so-called freedom!"

"But, I, Hongyun, am going to walk out of this gate with dignity today!"

"What I'm going to smash today is not only the chains that bind me, but also the iron prison where I'm held!"

"I'm not just going to set me free today, I'm going to set you, everybody, free!"

"Slaves!"

"Stand up!"

"Take back what is supposed to be ours!"

"We are born free!"

……

The gladiators of Fort Laramie were a group of extremely dangerous animals.

In order to make the audience pay more generously, they trained the most ferocious killing methods in the most demanding environment.

For example, the atrocity of capturing a person's legs and tearing them in half just now looks bloody and cruel, but it is already the gentlest way in the gladiatorial arena!

It can't be helped, the audience likes it, and the gladiators have to be as satisfied as possible.

Fate seems to give people a lot of choices, but in fact, it only gives you one answer. There are some people in this world, and their destiny is to show their pain and suffering to other people.

Hongyun once wanted to be an audience, but only now did he realize that he was only worthy of being a crappy actor!

……

When the iron cages in the prison were opened one by one, there were many heavy gasps in the silent and dark prison.

You can tell that they are already trying their best to suppress it.

But even so, it still converged into a rumbling sound, like a volcano moving underground, and like a heavy snow collapsing on the top of a mountain.

Two huge iron cages were placed by the iron gates of the prison, and the two lions inside were walking around restlessly, trying to move away from the two-legged beasts.

Hongyun now had an iron rod in his hand, which had been removed from the cage, as thick as a forearm, but he carried it in his hand as if it were nothing.

"Bang!"

When he put it on the ground, it shook so much that the cage where the lion was held next to him trembled twice.

The two-legged beasts fell silent.

"Freedom is something we are born with!"

"So, we need to risk our lives to protect it!"

"Before that, whether you were black or white or Indian, you were all lowly slaves!"

"After this, whether you are black or white or Indian, you are all great people!"

"Ready? People! ”

"Ready? Freely! ”

***

Early morning.

Surrounded by everyone, the turtledove walked out of the 'Sailor's House' tavern.

After last night's wind and rain, there are many dead branches and leaves on the street, and the diligent cleaners are busy cleaning.

The breakfast shop is open normally, there are pedestrians at the door of the hotel hurriedly embarking on the journey again, someone is returning proudly under the sign of the gambling house, and there are a few big white legs who still need to work overtime standing at the door of the red shop......

It's business as usual!

Fort Lalamie is like a sturdy orange tree, which has been cut by a turtledove with great speed and grafted with a fruit seedling that he has brought.

It looks like it's still it, but it's only when it bears fruit the next year that people notice that something different and strange grows on the orange tree.

As they walked down the wide streets, they felt that the air was exceptionally fresh after the rain.

At this time, the sun is rising in the distance, the ground is clear, and the sky is covered with red clouds!