Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Behind Sun Chengwu, two bright green eyes slowly approached, moving silently.

Richard shouted, "Behind you!"

Sun Chengwu was stunned for a moment, and in that instant, the lone wolf suddenly stood upright and placed its front paws on his shoulders.

The Siberian gray wolf stood two meters tall, its foul stench emanating from behind it. Its mouth was half-open, and its sharp teeth were aimed at Sun Chengwu's neck.

Sun Chengwu's blood rushed to his head, his mind went blank, and only one thought occupied his mind: "Damn it, Wolf's got his arm around my shoulder!"

If a wolf puts its arm around your shoulder, your carotid artery will be exposed to the wolf's jaws, and without help, it's almost certain death.

Sun Chengwu's adrenaline surged, and he felt as if time had slowed down considerably. The wind whistled past his ears, and even the fine snowflakes were clearly visible.

His mind raced; in just a few seconds, he even reviewed his entire life.

In kindergarten, I wet my pants and was laughed at by the whole class for a whole year. In elementary school, I got into a fight with a girl but lost, and then got scolded by the teacher for bullying her. In middle school, I was called "Potato" for three years because I was short. In high school, I liked a girl and booked a private room, but ended up playing games all day...

Such events flashed before his eyes like scenes from a movie fast-forwarding.

At this moment, he could feel the cold touch of the wolf fangs on his skin.

He could see it too, and Richard reacted quickly, raising his bow and arrow and aiming at his head.

He saw Richard loosen his grip, saw the wooden arrow's trajectory through the air, and saw it shooting straight toward his head.

At that moment, all he could do was stay still and trust Richard.

To avoid this arrow landing on one's own head.

puff……

Scalding blood sprayed onto Sun Chengwu's face; it wasn't his blood, it was wolf's.

"Awoo!"

Lone Wolf let out a miserable howl. Richard was only a dozen meters away from Sun Chengwu, a distance from which he could hit the bullseye every time.

The only concern is whether he has a strong mental fortitude and whether his hands will shake.

Richard did not disappoint Sun Chengwu; the arrow pierced Lone Wolf's eye socket, causing blood to gush out.

The lone wolf retreated, landing on all fours, its remaining single eye fixed on Richard. Blood dripped from the grooves on the wooden arrow like water, accompanied by a little white substance.

The lone wolf shook its head violently, trying to escape, but its limbs wouldn't obey its commands, and its body swayed unsteadily.

The arrow pierced its eye socket and damaged its brain.

Sun Chengwu did not give up this hard-won opportunity. He immediately abandoned his bow and arrows, drew his stone spear, and thrust it into the wolf's head.

The lone wolf tried to escape, struggling to turn its body, but its brain was damaged and it couldn't control its limbs at all. Sun Chengwu's stone spear pierced the wolf's mouth solidly.

In an instant, blood gushed from the wolf's mouth.

Sun Chengwu stirred the wood with such force that he broke a wolf tooth. The sound of wood rubbing against teeth was enough to make one's teeth ache. The lone wolf howled incessantly, saliva and blood dripping from its mouth.

A wolf's only weapon is its mouth; if you restrict its mouth, it will be at the mercy of humans.

Richard fired another arrow, which struck the wolf in the belly.

The lone wolf finally gave out and collapsed to the ground, its chest heaving violently, but its eyes remained fierce.

Sun Chengwu was panting heavily.

Although he had tried hunting polar bears and shooting brown bears, none of them were as dangerous as today.

He was just a hair's breadth away from meeting the King of Hell.

Sun Chengwu's back was covered in cold sweat. A wave of fear washed over him, and his adrenaline began to subside. His hands and feet went weak and trembled uncontrollably.

He couldn't even hold the spear in his hand.

At this moment, Sun Chengwu really wanted a cigarette.

He wasn't addicted to cigarettes; he just wanted something in his mouth to relieve some stress.

Richard jogged over and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Sun Chengwu shook his head. He tried to open his mouth, but found his tongue stiff and he couldn't speak at all.

He could only point at the wolf's carcass, wave his hand, and lean limply against the tree trunk.

Richard stood aside, saying nothing.

He also experienced this: when he was a child, he went into the mountains to hunt and saw a wild boar for the first time, and he wanted to go up and hunt it.

As a result, the wild boar charged at him like a madman. His father couldn't stop it even with his shotgun. The bullets hit the boar's body, but it was like nothing had happened.

If there hadn't been a tree in front of him, and the wild boar had run into it, he probably wouldn't be where he is today.

He later learned that wild boars weren't able to withstand bullets, but rather that when they went berserk, they didn't care about the pain and would kill their target first.

This is why there's a saying: first pig, second bear, third tiger.

Wild boars are more likely to injure people than bears and tigers.

Richard was so frightened that his hands and feet went weak, just like Sun Chengwu is now. He couldn't even stand up, and his tongue would get tied when he spoke.

Sun Chengwu sat in the snow for almost ten minutes to calm down before his trembling hands finally stopped shaking and his mental state also calmed down.

He got up, brushed the snow off his body—his buttocks and thighs were numb from the cold—and looked at Richard, saying, "I'm all better now."

Richard then lowered his guard and squatted down to examine the wolf's carcass.

The wolf was dead beyond dead, its blood almost drained. Richard touched the wolf's fur and said with some regret, "This lone wolf has been starving for too long; its fur is all rough and dry. Otherwise, it could have made a pretty good wolfskin coat."

Sun Chengwu wasn't concerned about the wolfskin coat right now. He said, "The brown bear shouldn't be here. We need to drag this beast back quickly."

Richard nodded. "Okay, I'll do it."

The wolf weighed nearly 200 pounds. Richard first took out the wolf's internal organs and rolled them in the snow.

Firstly, to wipe away the blood, and secondly, to prevent decay.

Sun Chengwu, with his internal organs hanging from his body, and Richard, dragging the wolf's body, made their way towards the camp under the cover of night.

Huang Shi and Lin Can were the first to return to the camp.

When they returned, they discovered that they were the first to arrive, but it was already dark outside.

Lin Can was a little worried, "Could something have happened to them?"

In the polar regions, there is no communication; to transmit any information, one must shout.

In this situation, even if someone has an accident, they won't know for a long time unless their companions run back.

If the entire group is wiped out, then they are permanently cut off from contact.

Huang Shi was also a little uneasy. "How about we go out and look for it?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw Curly Hair and his two companions running back in a disheveled state.

Curly Hair's throat was dry, and he called out in a hoarse voice, "Wolves...wolf packs...and brown bears, they're all in the forest."