"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Li Long had fired in something of a rush. Going by feel, he should have hit one wild boar, but repeatedly pulling the trigger on the Type 56 would certainly let the recoil affect the gun's stability. He had no idea how many he could actually bring down.
When he looked over after firing, not a single boar had fallen. They were still charging up Mountain Ridge. Li Long immediately scrambled up, crouched halfway, and took rough aim again, leading his targets. Aiming high on Mountain Ridge, he kept pulling the trigger until he had emptied the remaining rounds.
While he fired, Harimu kept shooting too. Gunfire echoed continuously through the valley, almost deafening.
"Come on, let's go have a look." Harimu was rather dejected too. They had chosen a poor spot this time, and he felt the fault lay mainly with him. Who could have known the wind in the valley would suddenly change, or that those seemingly stupid, reckless boars would have such a keen sense of smell?
The two charged downhill with their rifles, then headed up Mountain Ridge. As they neared the summit, Li Long breathed a sigh of relief.
A wild boar lay in a snowdrift just a few steps short of the summit. Blood had soaked a large patch of snow, and its dying struggles had churned up the snow nearby.
It was a half-grown boar weighing fifty or sixty kilograms. Li Long prodded it with his bayonet to check. Good, it was a sow.
Even a young male pig had a rank smell to its meat if it had not been castrated. Sows, by comparison, had no such problem.
Before the pig had quite died, Li Long drove his bayonet into its neck. At the same time, he planted his