Gunshots, some sharp and others muffled, echoed across the wilderness. The herd of antelope sprang into motion, racing across the grassland as powdery snow rose like clouds and mist, shrouding their bodies until they flickered in and out of sight.
There were so many antelope that almost everyone fired at least twice. After firing both his rounds, Li Xiangqian quickly opened his shotgun, ejected the spent shells, and reloaded, managing another shot.
Unfortunately, by the time he fired that shot, the antelope had already run far away, and he missed.
Still, Li Xiangqian was quite satisfied. He had aimed well on his first two shots, killing at least one animal and wounding another. That was a decent result.
Director Qian lowered his rifle too. Thanks to the semi-automatic rifle's excellent rate of fire, he had also fired three shots, all of which had hit their targets. Now, however, he remembered only their approximate locations. Once the antelope started running, the rising snow had obscured all the targets, making it impossible to tell which was which.
Director Qian was in no hurry. What he enjoyed was the hunting process, but this process had been a little too simple-so simple it felt like a slaughter. It wasn't satisfying.
"All right, put your guns away. Let's check the game," Liu Shanmin called. He put his own gun away first, checked that everyone else had done the same, then strode forward.
The others followed with their guns slung over their backs or carried in their hands.
When they reached the place where the antelope had been, they found quite a few lying scattered across the ground. Five or six were still alive, crying pitifully.
There were animals of all sizes, and over half were horned males.
Li Long gave them a quick count and