Autumn and winter are good times for hunting, but not now.
Because it has just snowed a few times, the mountains are very cold, and whether it's horses or people, stepping on the snow makes a crunching sound. The animals in the mountains are very alert, and at the slightest unusual rustle, they lift their little heads to look around warily.
The few prey they encountered were all this sensitive, so Zhao Hanzhang reined in her horse, decisively took off the quiver and slung it on her back. Then, she made hand signals to Zhao Erlang, Zeng Yue, and the others. Everyone settled the horses, then scattered according to the instructions, moving forward in a surrounding formation.
Zhao Zheng and the other youths quietly followed, whispering to Zhao Erlang, "Why did we get off the horses?"
Zhao Erlang: "I don't know, Sister said so."
Zhao Zheng: ...
