There was no sound in the big tent, as if it came from the silence deep inside. 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, stood her chest firmly, and answered loudly.

"The eagle on the wilderness never stays in the jungle, it belongs to the high and vast sky. I don't want to get married, I don't want to get pregnant, and give birth to others. I am the best hunter of the tribe, I want to run in the wilderness, Shoot the bravest wolf! I want to be like you, leading thousands of warriors to fight everywhere and defeat all powerful enemies!"

"Besides, Father, aren't you married? Isn't Grandpa the old chief? An outstanding fighter, an excellent leader, but it has nothing to do with marriage!"

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

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

"Alan, I am very happy that you have such an ambition. Life in the wilderness is turbulent, and repeated severe cold waves and cruel migrations have swallowed up many tribes... Kakalo and Dad, it is not without Married, but dead wives and children. These years, the tribe has been running on the brink of death, no time to think about these. But now, we have settled down, no longer need to worry about life and death."

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

"Alan, our Red Crow tribe has grown stronger than ever after these years of suffering! However, I only have one daughter, and the number of people is too small. Men who fight hard in the wasteland will leave Hidden danger. Dad, I am already old, and I don’t know when I will die suddenly. My biggest wish now is to count on you to get married and have children..."

"Stop!"

Alan stretched out his hand and covered Amoxi'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 in the wasteland. The big cactus takes root silently on the hills, never afraid of hardship and cold, but if they If you plant it on a humid and warm beach, the root system will be damaged...so, you can't expect me to get married and have children, that's not my ambition!"

"Well, but, father, you can marry again! There are so many women in Vastyk, you can marry a few more! I also want to have younger brothers and sisters, so you can have more!"

"Ah!...I gave birth to a fart, I'm so mad!"

The veins on Amoxi's forehead popped up, he raised his palm, slapped Alan on the head a few times. Alan dodged quickly and jumped up on the spot, as agile as a bobcat. She touched her head, Dad didn't use too much force, and it didn't hurt too much.

"Haha! Father, your skills seem to be slow, you are indeed old. Otherwise, let's go to the school ground tomorrow and try your spear skills..."

Alan's movements are vigorous and heroic. She was smiling 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 where he was, looked at the serious father, and listened with ears.

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

Hearing such words, Alan's expression changed. She turned around and turned her back to Father, looking at the sky outside the tent, there were mountain eagles flying at a very high place.

"Father, I want to be a tall mountain eagle and go to the most dangerous mountain top in the wilderness. Only by flying to the same height as me and catching me can I become my man! ... So, he must be Great hero!"

"Either, he can lead a powerful army and defeat us, and there is no escape. Or, he has unparalleled archery skills, can overwhelm me and convince me. Or..."

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

"Either, he has to let me take a fancy to him, remember not to forget!"

After finishing speaking, Alan opened the tent door and left without looking back with his big bow on his back. Amoxi stared at her daughter's back, and after a long while, he sighed.

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

A few days later, the Red Crow tribe made a big move. Alan was wearing leather armor and feathers, standing on a high hill. She looked around at the two thousand warriors under the hill, as well as the first batch of migrating tribesmen, her heart was 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, even breathing became longer. It wasn't until several wild geese going north flew north in a group, that she suddenly raised her big bow, held three feathered arrows, and shot them into the air like lightning!

"Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The three arrows were shot one by one, with the howl of death, extremely precise, and shot in different directions! Two mournful cries came from the sky, and the flock of geese scattered in panic. Under the shocked eyes of the Red Crow warriors, three wild geese that had been hit by arrows fell from the sky, two were shot in the torso, and one was pierced through the neck!

Shoot three arrows quickly, and the arrows hit the flying geese. Guajili's various ministries focused on archery. Seeing such a sharp shot, the hills and hills fell silent for a moment.

The corners of Alan's mouth curled up, his head held high, and he raised his bow high. A moment later, deafening cheers suddenly erupted under the hill, flooding the entire sky.

"Roar! Roar! Sharpshooter, sharpshooter Alan!...Goose shooter...Eagle shooter..."

Soon, five hundred Red Crow fighters, five hundred long-spear militiamen, and one thousand fighters from various ministries all held their spears high and cheered wildly. They looked up at the proud, confident and charming female leader, with excited expressions and hoarse voices.

After a while, Alan lowered his arms proudly. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were shining brightly, and her calves were trembling slightly. She held the big bow tightly, 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 Chief Amosi, and also in the chief's daughter. They were in awe of Alan's shooting skills, and also respected her courage and beauty. And all of this is the starting point of Alan's journey.

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

"Let's go, follow me to the north! The shore of Warrior Lake is the new land of Red Crow!"

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