"The 'whistling arrow' is not only Bo Lu's symbol but also his signal for commanding the children to act."
Whenever that sharp and long whistle sounds, the children respond swiftly and accurately to his call, like a pack of wolves on the prairie.
"Yes!"
Aibal and his companions echoed in unison. Bo Lu's praise made them feel like they were already qualified warriors on the prairie.
They held the bows and arrows tightly, their eyes shining as if ready to embrace the next challenge.
"Great! Let's do it again."
Bo Lu smiled with satisfaction at the sight. He deftly mounted his horse, quickly and gracefully, his body seemingly one with the steed.
He raised his bow and arrow once more, this time aiming directly at the eagle soaring in the sky.
It was a majestic gray eagle, its wings like iron, its gaze sharp.
The eagle is one of the prairie overlords. But at this moment, in Bo Lu's eyes, it was merely a target waiting to be conquered.
"Whiz—swish—"
