With more than thirty Mongolian gazelles laid out together, Xu Chengjun and the others looked visibly excited and thrilled.
Xu Haijun even said:
"Xiao Long, I never expected this! We really got a lot in one go! We waited less than half an hour. How about moving somewhere else and having another go?"
"Another go, my ass!" Xu Chengjun slapped him. "How would we haul them back? These are over thirty gazelles, not thirty chickens! We'll have trouble hauling even this lot. If we shoot more, will you carry them back?"
Everyone burst out laughing. The joy of their haul spread among them.
"What's so hard about hauling them? Pile the gazelles in the trailer, and we can sit on the sides." Xie Yundong had not expected such a big haul just after arriving either, and he was quite excited.
"Let's head back first," Li Long said with a smile. "You can try loading the gazelles into the trailer and see how many fit."
He had shot three himself-mainly because the herd had been driven practically right up to him. He had barely needed to aim deliberately, dropping them with a quick series of shots on experience alone.
He had counted earlier. Dad had shot one, Gu Boyuan and Li Jianguo had shot two each, and Lu Yingming had killed one and wounded another. Someone else had killed the wounded one before it could escape. The exact details were still unclear, and he was looking into it now.
But he did not seem particularly concerned. Every militiaman had his guaranteed gazelle, and the rest would be handed over anyway, so he did not care too much.
According to Xu Chengjun, when he took the militia hunting, their first kill belonged to them and their second to the team. Most of