Yesterday, Huang Gui had hunted with a blade.
Today, Zhao Jun fixed his bayonet and, leveling his rifle, charged straight for the wild boar.
He wasn't doing this to one-up Huang Gui. It was just that the boar's front and hind legs were injured, leaving it unable to stand. Facing the four dogs tearing at it, the beast was forced to lie on the snow, struggling and flailing.
The boar was down while the dogs were on their feet. Zhao Jun's Daqing and White Dragon were massive dogs, each weighing over a hundred pounds. When they stood beside the boar, they were nearly as tall as it, obscuring most of its body from view.
In this situation, a gunshot could easily hit one of the dogs.
That was why Zhao Jun decided to try his own hand at hunting with a blade.
As Zhao Jun advanced with his bayonet, the flailing boar suddenly found a burst of strength. It used its two good legs to heave its body upward.
