By the time Li Long wanted to fire another shot, he had lost his chance. Seven or eight antelope had been brought down, and the rest had bounded away out of sight.
He lowered his rifle and looked at the others. Smoke still drifted around Liu Gaolou, and spent casings lay scattered at his feet. Liu Shanmin was carrying a Type 56; he too lowered his rifle and looked over.
"Got one," Li Long said. "I'm still not used to this rifle."
"You'll get used to it with practice," Liu Shanmin said with a smile. "We're going bear hunting tomorrow. That rifle of yours will do fine."
Li Long thought he was right. The caliber was fairly large, and it had plenty of power. One shot to a vital spot would finish a bear.
They had gone after two herds of game today. Li Long walked over to the antelope he had shot and examined it. It was young but sizable, though its horns were rather short.
Bek and the others quickly began skinning the animals, and Li Long noticed that they simply pulled out the entrails and threw them on the ground.
Sure enough, people here really did not eat entrails.
He said nothing, though. If they did not eat them, so be it. He was not short of any himself now, anyway. He could remind Liu Sanmin to bring in more entrails whenever he had the chance; the profits were even higher than those on medicinal herbs.
Unlike with the Mongolian gazelles earlier, they broke off the horns this time too. Clearly, they knew these horns were worth quite a bit.
By the time everything was dealt with, the sun had been down for a while and the temperature had dropped. Everyone packed up together and hurried into