The ridge leading down the mountain was over two li long, and the source of the gunshot was even farther away. By the time they rushed over, it would be too late.
They all knew it was right not to give chase, but they couldn't stand the thought of giving up.
Today, this group of four had entered the mountain early in the morning. Lin Xiangshun was driving, and Zhao Youcai sat in the passenger seat, holding a gun. As for Li Dayong and Wang Qiang, they could only squat in the back, in the open-top truck bed.
After the car entered the mountain, they went straight to the northern slope where Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu had seen countless wild boar tracks the other day. The four men got out of the car and went to the bottom of the slope to investigate.
They had arrived a full five hours earlier than Zhao Jun. The tracks left by the boars were fresh, and the dung scattered about hadn't frozen solid yet.
These boars had just passed through.
