The warriors' dark arms were muscular and sinewy, pulling the slingshot's rubber band back to their ears. At the moment of release, an iron "peanut" whistled out, raising a puff of dust a hundred paces away.
"Missed again!" The young warrior Bater shook the slingshot in frustration. "This thing is much harder to use than a bow and arrow!"
The old craftsman Mudu bent down to pick up a deformed projectile and sighed, "The tribe's last iron has been melted to make these things... sigh!"
Bo Lu's frown deepened.
The scene of the Turkic cavalry retreating in disgrace three months ago was still vivid in his mind.
The Da Jing border army had used a mysterious "peanut" weapon, and the bravest Turkic warriors fell like autumn grass. After the battle, they realized they hadn't even touched the enemy's clothes.
"Keep practicing!" Bo Lu Khan suddenly shouted, startling a few lambs grazing nearby. "Even if it's a slingshot, we must show the people of Da Jing the power of Turkic warriors!"
