An hour later, the three of them arrived at an open, snowy slope on the tundra.
In the distance, they saw a dozen or so black dots moving slowly across the white snow.
This was their prey for the day.
Feng Mountain stopped his snowmobile, took the Type 56 carbine off his back, and pulled the bolt to check the action. Then, he linked the two snowmobiles together with a tow hook.
He then looked at Feng Jun. "Nash and I will sneak over on foot. When you hear gunshots, ride the snowmobile over to pick us up. Any questions?"
"N-No problem," Feng Jun replied hastily.
"Stay hidden!"
After another reminder, Feng Mountain and Nash grabbed their rifles and crept forward, hunched over, toward the herd of musk oxen.
It was a small herd of about fourteen musk oxen, all adults. There wasn't a single calf among them. It was possible the herd had been attacked by wolves or a bear, killing all the young.
