"Tafari, take this!"

Glass ripped off the nameplate from his neck, placed it with the cactus's, and shoved it into Tafari's hand.

"What is this?" Tafari held the nameplate, "Dog leash?" ”

"You take this and go to the turtledove, no, you go find fifteen dollars, you fool is not worthy to see the turtledove! You tell fifteen dollars, and then you're free! ”

"Uh...... But I don't want to be free! ”

"Get out!"

The glass kicked over, kicking Tafari the calf.

Tafari didn't move, but the tip of the glass staggered.

"Run, Tafari! Use your fastest speed and run! ”

Glass screamed.

Then he looked at the distant sky and pulled the trigger.

'Bang! ’

A flare trailing a red tail flame rises and floats like a lonely star in the deep night sky.

"Run! Tafari! Glass turned and yelled at Tafari again.

Tafari was startled, turned around, and with his long legs like bamboo poles, he leaped directly from one end of the ditch to the other end of the ditch, and disappeared into the dark night in a few steps.

"Mr. Glass, who's fifteen dollars?" Tafari asked loudly in the darkness.

The glass didn't answer him, and focused on the 'star' that was about to burn out.

After silently counting 3 numbers in his mind, he pulled the trigger three times in a row.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The first red flare represents 'Ring 3';

the second yellow flare, representing 'Array 6';

the third green flare, representing 'radius 10';

Then the glass turned and ran.

Several American soldiers spotted him, and a jumble of gunfire rang out, and bullets flew over his head restlessly, hitting the trench and splattering dust.

"Catch him!" "Kill him!" "Call for artillery support!"

A group of American soldiers rushed at him screaming.

The glass ran wild in the labyrinthine trench like a rabbit, but fortunately he was familiar with this section of the trench and did not end up in a dead end.

But in the face of more and more American soldiers behind him, sometimes he still needs to climb out of the trench to avoid being surrounded.

At first, it was just a messy bullet chasing him, like a drizzle before spring.

Within a minute, there was a crackling sound behind him, bullets falling on his heels like summer thunderstorms, and he could even feel the wind from the bullets - if he had been a little slower, his shoes might have been broken!

"Stop him!"

"From the left...... Bunny, he's flipped over his head! ”

"Shoot, shoot, shoot...... Kill him...... Kill him ......! ”

……

Tafari came to a halt after crossing several trenches in succession.

Behind him, a messy burst of gunfire rang out, as well as the shouting of American soldiers.

The trenches here are densely built, and the designers probably didn't expect that there would be long-legged monsters like Tafari who could walk directly over the top of the trenches.

Tafari opened his mouth to tell the glass to run towards him, but his open mouth didn't make a sound—it would lure the American soldiers over!

He knew that if the glass hadn't come back to replace him, he would have been surrounded by American troops by now.

But why did Mr. Glass do this? ’

Is my life more important in his heart than his own? ’

Or is it because I'm a slave that I can't understand the idea of being a 'non-slave'? ’

Tafari lay on the ground, belly wriggling like a snake, squeezing away the thick mud and letting it drown over his back and bury himself again.

His hand was sticking out of the dirt like a dead branch, and on his fingers hung two heavy 'dog chains', one of which was glass, and the other was unknown whose it was.

Tafari Tong Kong looked at the chain with great effort, thinking hard......

- In the experience of his life, every day was like the last, and no one had ever treated him like glass.

- Throw him a sweet potato when digging a ditch...... It's nothing, when he gets tired of digging and resting, the glass will jump down with someone and dig with him...... They dug ditches together, saying something casually, no one cared about who he was, no one cared about his color, and no one worried about getting too close to him and getting the plague or something......

- For the first time, he felt like he was being treated like one of his kind...... It's a wonderful feeling, and it's not the same as getting someone else's gratitude...... The glass would scold him and pat him on the head or shoulder, and on several occasions Tafari almost burst into tears...... He also tried to joke with the whites or the Indians, and everyone happily accepted him...... If he could, Tafari would rather keep digging like that......

】

Is this 'freedom'? ’

Tafari pondered the meaning of 'freedom' until his head swelled.

'Freedom is not about doing whatever you want!' ’

Instead, like Mr. Glass, you don't do whatever you want! ’

'Everyone should have the same freedom, not just white people!' ’

'It should contain an abundance of love, like Mr. Glass; ’

It should contain an incumbent duty, like Mr. Glass; ’

It should contain equality regardless of race and color, just like Mr. Glass! ’

'It should be ......'

……

Tafari didn't know when he looked up and watched as the meteors dotted the sky as bright as day.

The ground trembled.

The sound of the sky cracking filled his ears.

But he was still thinking hard—

'Did Mr. Glass really shoot the stars down?' ’

'No, that's supposed to be Indian fire—'

But what is freedom? ’

Mr. Glass said that when this battle was over, he would give me freedom! ’

But does freedom need to be given by others? ’

So, who gave him Mr. Glass's freedom? ’

……

Tafari suddenly rolled over and crawled up, shouting loudly into the distance:

"Mr. Glass, run this way! Run this way! ”

But he soon fell down again.

The artillery fire completely submerged the ground in the distance, and from the red flames rose white flames, and from the blazing explosions rang out even more fiery explosions!

The ground rolls and roars, and the trenches are like pythons struggling in pain!

The thin mud walls could not withstand such a violent explosion, which collapsed one after another.

Tafari fell upside down in the trench, his legs fluttering in the air - a layer of crimson flames swept through the ground, swept over the straw sandals on the soles of his feet, and set them on fire like two beating torches!

His legs shrank like a bullet yellow......

"Boom!"

There was a huge explosion, as if the 'bullet yellow' on the ground resonated, trembling, tumbling, and jumping back and forth...... Tafarisse cowered in the muddy puddle of the trench and watched the blazing flames roll over his head.

"O great Aurorent!"

"Is this what you have inspired me?"