It was the first time Li Long had seen animals react so quickly!
The Mongolian gazelles, originally huddled together, scattered the instant the shots rang out, like petals bursting into bloom. Against a few faintly visible sprays of blood, they shot off across the surrounding snow!
Of the seven gazelles, two ran four or five meters before collapsing like wilted flowers, their bodies twitching where they lay.
Even from two hundred meters away, he could see blood spreading over the two gazelles.
Li Long tried to aim at the others, only to find that these sprites of the Gobi moved too fast for his eyes to track.
"Come on, let's get the horses," Jade Mountain River called.
"Aren't we chasing them now? Some of the others must be wounded. Wouldn't this be a good time to catch up and shoot them?" Li Long asked, standing up with his rifle.
"If you chase them now, those gazelles will run for their lives. You could run yourself to death and still never catch them." Jade Mountain River slung his rifle over his back and explained, "But if they find no hunters following them, they'll stop after a few hundred meters. Then their gunshot wounds will keep bleeding. By the time we follow the blood and catch up, they won't be able to run even if they want to."
Li Long understood at once.
Jade Mountain River was passing his hunting experience on to him.
Knowledge like this was like paper over a window: one poke and you were through. But without that poke, you might never figure it out in your entire life.
With their rifles on their backs, the three went down the hill and rode to where they had shot the gazelles. Both gazelles were already dead.
There was one