A big, dark figure tumbled off its back, giving the wild boar a start. Seeing Li Baoyu's head plunged into the snow, his body bent forward, the boar actually froze for a moment.
As for Li Baoyu, he flipped over like he was doing a somersault. His legs came down, and after lying in the snow for barely a second, he scrambled up and ran.
The boar snapped out of it and squealed twice, then began to chase with reckless abandon, dragging Daqing and White Dragon forward with it.
Zhao Jun and Xu Changlin both raised their guns, but with the two dogs flanking the boar, they had no clear shot.
At the critical moment, Daqing's grip slipped again. Its mouth, clamped onto the boar's ear, slid off. As it lost its hold, Daqing, who had been pulling back with all its might, was sent tumbling backward into the snow.
Freed from the drag of the nearly 130-pound Daqing, the boar's speed instantly skyrocketed.
Now, White Dragon couldn't hold on either.
