"Well..." Zhao Youcai faltered. He and Li Dayong exchanged a glance, and both fell silent.
Zhao Jun was right. If the herd panicked, they would scatter and run wild. On one side, there would be two men with two semi-automatic rifles and, at most, twenty-two bullets.
You have to remember, it's not like one bullet can guarantee a kill on a wild boar. Needless to say, if even fifteen boars charged them at once, two men and two guns might not be enough to stop them.
With even more boars, it would be even more dangerous. If you got caught in the herd, you'd be trampled to death for sure.
Besides, hunts are often full of unexpected accidents that are impossible to predict.
"Then you can't bring the dogs either," Zhao Youcai said, seeming a little resentful. He couldn't stomach being refuted by his own son after hunting for over a decade.
