There was no sound in the tent, as if it was silence from the depths of my heart. Alan lowered his head, with no expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, she touched the dagger at her waist, held her chest firmly, and answered loudly.

"The eagle on the wasteland never stops in the jungle, it belongs to the high and wide sky. I don't want to get married, I don't want to get pregnant, and give birth to other people's children. I am the best hunter of the tribe, I want to run on the wasteland, Shoot the bravest wolf! Like you, with thousands of warriors, I will fight everywhere and defeat all powerful enemies!"

"Besides, Grandpa, aren't you married either? Grandpa isn't the old chief either? Excellent warriors, excellent leaders, but it has nothing to do with marriage!"

"Ah... an eagle on the wasteland, belongs to the sky... like me..."

Looking at the stubborn daughter and listening to the other party's words, Amoxi's eyelids jumped. He rubbed his face, feeling both relieved and anxious. After a while, Amoxi forced a smile.

"Alan, I am very happy that you have such an ambition. The life in the wasteland is turbulent, the repeated cold waves and cruel migration have swallowed up many tribes... Lord Kakalo and Father, I am not without Married, but died of wife and children. For years, the tribe has been running on the brink of death and has no time to think about it. But now, we have settled down and no longer need to worry about life and death."

Speaking of this, Amoxi's eyes flashed and he decided to move people with love. His face showed vicissitudes and sadness, and his words became sad.

"Alan, our Red Crow tribe, after years of hardship, has grown stronger than ever before! However, I only have your daughter, and the people are too thin. Men who fight **** the wasteland will leave behind on their bodies. Hidden danger. Dad, I'm already old, I don't know when, I will die suddenly. Now, my biggest wish is to count on you to get married and have children..."

"Stop!"

Alan stretched out his hand and covered Amosy's mouth. She frowned, thought for a while, and answered in a deep voice.

"Father, the tribe has settled down and everything is getting better. Our father and daughter depend on each other for life, just like the big cactus on the wasteland. The big cactus is silently rooted on the hills, never afraid of hardships and cold, but if you put them Planting it on a humid and warm beach will break the root system... So, you can't expect me to get married and have children, that's not my ambition!"

"Well, but Dad, you can marry again! There are so many women in Vastek, you can marry a few more! I also want to have a younger brother and sister, you can have more than one!"

"Ah!.... I gave birth to a fart, mad at me!"

Amoxi's forehead bulged with blue veins, he raised his palm, whirled over, and hit Alan on the head a few times. Alan hurriedly dodged and jumped in place, as agile as a lynx. She touched her head, Dad didn't exert too much force, but it didn't hurt too much.

"Haha! Dad, you seem to be slow, you are indeed old. Otherwise, we will go to the school tomorrow to test the skills of the spear..."

Alan's movements are vigorous and heroic. She smiled confidently, while the wind was blowing under her feet, and she was about to escape from the tent.

"Alan, come back to me."

Amoxi lowered his face and spoke in a low voice. Alan stopped in place, looked at the serious father, and pricked up his ears to listen.

"My daughter, what kind of man can fall into your eyes? You have to tell me an answer, you can't always be like this."

Hearing this, Alan's expression changed. She turned around, turned her back to her father, and looked at the sky outside the tent, and there was a mountain eagle flying at a very high place.

"Dad, I want to be a high mountain eagle and go to the most dangerous mountain top in the wasteland. Only by flying to the same height as me and grabbing me can I become my man! ... So, he must be The ultimate hero!"

"Either, he can lead a powerful army, defeat us, and there is no escape. Or, he has unparalleled archery, can crush me, and make me convinced. Or..."

Saying this, Alan paused, and a rare tenderness flashed in his eyes. She subconsciously touched the dagger at her waist, and finally said something.

"Or, he has to let me see it, and I can't forget it!"

After speaking, Alan opened the tent door, without turning his head, and left with a big bow on his back. Amoxi watched her daughter's back, and after a while, he let out a long sigh.

"My mountain eagle...you will spread your wings and fly higher than the red crow!"

A few days later, the Red Crow tribe mobilized. Alan was wearing leather armor and feathers, standing on a high hill. She looked around at the two thousand warriors under the hill, and the first group of tribesmen who migrated, her heart surging, like a mountain eagle spreading its wings for the first time. And the warriors of the Red Crow tribe all looked at the most beautiful hunter in the tribe, waiting for her order.

Alan didn't speak, just waited quietly, and even his breathing became long. It wasn't until a few geese that went north flew north in groups that she suddenly raised her big bow, held three feather arrows, and shot them into the air like electricity!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The three arrows were shot in sequence, with the whistling of death, extremely precise, and shot in different directions! There were two screams in the sky, and the geese dispersed in panic. Under the shocked gazes of the Red Crow soldiers, three geese with arrows fell from the sky, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Two were shot in the torso and one was pierced through the neck!

Three arrows were shot quickly, and the arrows hit the flying geese. The most heavy archery of all Guaquili divisions, seeing such a sharp shot, the hills went up and down, and there was silence for a moment.

The corners of Alan's mouth were raised, his head held high, and his bow was raised high. After a while, the deafening cheers suddenly erupted under the hills, drowning the entire sky.

"Hoo! Hoo! Marksman, Marksman Alan!... The goose shooter... the eagle shooter..."

Soon, five hundred Red Crow soldiers, five hundred spear militiamen, and a thousand soldiers of various divisions were all holding their spears high and cheering wildly. They looked up at the proud, confident and radiant female leader, with excited expressions and hoarse voices.

After a while, Alan lowered his arms proudly. Her face was flushed, her eyes were shining, and her calves were trembling slightly. Holding the bow tightly, she looked at the tribe that belonged to her, rejoiced in her heart, and declared loudly.

"From today! I am your leader, Alan the Eagle Shooter! You must obey my orders, and I will lead you to victory and wealth!"

Hearing Alan's announcement, the tribal warriors were quiet for a moment, and then cheered in a low voice. They believed in the Amoshi chief, and they believed in the chief's daughter. They were in awe of Alan's archery, and also respected her courage and beauty. And all of this is the starting point of Alan's journey.

Alan looked around the crowd with a bright smile on his face. There were no distracting thoughts in her heart, only a high fighting spirit, commanding everyone, turning into a cry.

"Let's go, follow me north! Warrior Lake is the new land of red crows!"

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