BANG!
The shotgun roared. The head of the Black Bear, a dozen meters in front of Zhao Jun, exploded. Everything from its nose upward was blown apart.
As the gunshot faded, a dead silence fell over the battlefield. Not another sound was heard.
The three dogs collapsed, all of them severely wounded.
The Black Bear, missing half its head, lay lifeless in the snow.
Nearby, Yang Mantang's legs were weak and unresponsive. He just managed to pull a tobacco pouch and bandages from his pocket, handing them to Li Baoyu. "Brother, hurry and check on my dogs!"
"Okay, Brother. You stay put." Li Baoyu helped Yang Mantang to a large tree, letting him lean against it and slowly try to move his legs.
