Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu glided swiftly over the snow on skis made from wild boar hide.
Zhao Jun led the way, with Li Baoyu following close behind.
As they pursued, the snow was blanketed with a dense, countless mess of wild boar tracks.
The snow, packed down by the stampede of over a hundred wild boars, had become exceptionally smooth, allowing their skis to glide over it at incredible speed.
'But no matter how fast we are, we'll never outpace those four-legged boars!'
'How long is this going to take, just chasing after their tails like this?'
It was just as Wang Qiang had said: you'd never catch them by chasing them from behind.
Suddenly, Zhao Jun, who was in the lead, began to slow down. Though he didn't understand why, Li Baoyu, who was following, stopped as well.
Once they had both stopped, Li Baoyu came to Zhao Jun's side and asked, "Brother, why did we stop chasing?"
Zhao Jun shook his head. "We'll never catch them this way. We need to go lie in wait for them."
