"You, do you want my whistling arrow?"
The voice of Ashina Shali echoed in the spacious tent. It was calm, with no fluctuation, but coupled with the whistling wind outside, this calmness conveyed a sense of indescribable oppression.
Prince Zhu Xie also replied calmly, "Yes."
After the ministers showed expressions of surprise, upon hearing these words, they immediately held their breath.
Lady Jiayuan's brow furrowed into a knot.
Whistling arrow!
This is a type of bow and arrow used by the Turkic Royal Family. Later, due to the improvements made by ancestors, they equipped the arrows with iron pieces that made sharp whistling sounds when shot, attracting the attention of soldiers amidst thousands of troops, causing all archers to fire in unison, demonstrating stunning power.
This whistling arrow on the battlefield was like an invisible royal decree.
