Whether to shoot the bears or the wolves-that was the question.
Li Long hurried after them with his rifle. When the gray wolf bringing up the rear turned its head, he could see a tuft of bear fur still hanging from its mouth, while beads of blood seeped from the spot where the bear had struck it.
The little brown bear had already charged onto the ridge, where two gray wolves blocked its path, one in front and one behind. Both wolves were injured too, though only lightly, having each taken a swat from the little bear's paw. Had it been a full-grown brown bear, those blows could have killed them on the spot.
But the little brown bear was only slightly bigger than a dog, after all, and its strength was limited. Its two swipes had merely left a few bloody scratches on the wolves. The result was that the little bear was trapped on the ridge, unable to advance or retreat, while the wolves had gained a few more bleeding wounds.
Li Long raised his rifle and aimed. If he fired now, he could kill the little brown bear outright.
The little bear stood on its hind legs, roaring threats at the wolves from time to time, but the wolves had clearly seen through its bluff. They darted nimbly around it, refusing to commit to a fight and merely harassing it, neither letting it leave nor allowing it to land a blow.
These wolves were fucking cunning!
Li Long decided not to wait any longer. He aimed at one of the gray wolves-mainly because he did not want to pick on the brown bear. Seeing how helpless it looked, he decided to kill a few wolves first.
He aimed at the first wolf the bear had injured. It