"Da Huang, let's go." Watching Hua Xiao'er descend the mountain, Zhao Jun called out to Da Huang. He then grabbed his rifle and hurried down the slope.
Da Huang's injuries were superficial. The wounds weren't deep, just long.
It didn't hinder Da Huang's ability to walk, but with every step, blood seeped from the wounds, soaking through the gauze.
But Zhao Jun didn't stop, so Da Huang couldn't either. It could only hurry to keep up with him.
...
By the time Hua Xiao'er reached Li Baoyu, he and Tao Fei had just finished bandaging Little Bear and White Dragon. As for Xiaohua, the little pup had hidden at the first sign of danger after coming up the mountain, so it hadn't gotten scratched.
Daqing, meanwhile, lay still to one side. Li Baoyu hadn't moved the body, deciding to wait for Zhao Jun's return to determine what to do with it.
Just then, Tao Fei suddenly pointed down the path and shouted to Li Baoyu, "Brother Li, Brother Li, look! Isn't that the old dog?"
