Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu and the others went outside. The cold wind howled, and countless snowflakes blew into their faces.

Today's temperature is even lower than yesterday's.

Everything was white before their eyes, and the cold wind carried snowflakes, so they could only squint, as if a layer of white snow fog had risen in front of them.

The group went to the right wing of the plane, where the white man had already sent someone.

After last night's conflict, the white people have become much more subdued.

However, two more groups of people appeared near the white man in the suit.

One of the groups was a Black gang. A Black man with sausage lips, wearing a black jacket and a black scarf, stepped forward and said in heavily accented English, "Brothers, I heard there's some fuel here. Can we get some?"

Sun Chengwu noticed that although there were only a dozen or so black people, they were very strong and had unfriendly eyes.

The idea of ​​Black unity has become a reality in this online discourse.

Bai Zhan frowned, somewhat reluctant, but he knew that if he refused at this moment, he would offend two groups of people.

Bai Zhan could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay, we'll share the fuel, but you all have to follow the rules."

The sausage-lipped black man said, "Your rules are too complicated. We'll change it so that each side takes two hours, and the four hours in between can be used to go back and rest."

As soon as the black man came up, he overwhelmed the white man in the suit and Bai Zhan with his imposing presence.

The white man in the suit sounded somewhat displeased. "Nigger, we were..."

Before he could finish speaking, the black men surrounded the white man in the suit.

Realizing he had misspoke, the white man in the suit quickly corrected himself, "It's a misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding...we'll do as you say."

At this moment, a fourth force spoke up. It was a group of hippies, both black and white, who didn't look particularly strong, but their group together made the sausage-lipped black man somewhat wary.

The white man in the suit was even worse; he backed away as the other man approached.

Among the hippies, there was a Black girl who didn't have the typical Black skin and thick lips. Instead, she had a curvaceous figure and was over 1.75 meters tall, comparable to a Victoria's Secret model.

She had her hair in dreadlocks, wore brightly colored clothes, and was holding a snowboard. "Hey, you upper-class people from the pretty country are saying such awful things."

Watch your words, you white pig, or you'll wake up tomorrow morning with your cunt stuck in your mouth.

Upon hearing this, the hippies burst into laughter.

The white man in the suit looked quite unpleasant, but when facing the two groups, his face no longer held the arrogance he had shown when facing Bai Zhan; instead, it was filled with anger and fear.

Even when the other person mocked him like that, he simply raised his hands and apologized, saying, "I shouldn't have called him a nigger, it was my fault."

The girl with the dreadlocks spat at the middle-aged man in the suit, "Useless!"

She walked over to Bai Zhan and said, "Let's do it according to Miguel's rules. We'll take turns collecting fuel, rotating every two hours."

Now you can go back and rest. We'll let you know when it's your turn.

Bai Zhan's anger, which he had suppressed all night, almost exploded at this moment. "Blackie, what nonsense are you talking about? We found this place first. If you want a share, fine."

"But you're just freeloading, are you going to take the pot with you?"

The girl with the dreadlocks froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her snowboard and smashed it down on Bai Zhan's head.

boom!

The expected head injury did not occur; Sun Chengwu grabbed the edge of the snowboard.

The girl with the dreadlocks stared at Sun Chengwu and pointed at him with her finger. "Mind your own business!"

He forcefully pulled his skis back and said, "We're taking this fuel. We'll fight it out if necessary, who's afraid of who?"

Bai Zhan, still shaken, said to Sun Chengwu, "Thank you."

Sun Chengwu said, "Give it to them. Let's avoid further conflict. It's not good to make too many enemies."

Bai Zhan nodded. "I'll listen to you."

Bai Zhan called out to the girl with the dreadlocks, "I can let you get the oil, but we'll go first."

Before the girl with the dreadlocks could finish her sentence, Sun Chengwu said, "I disagree. Let's all fight, or you can go and puncture the gas tank right now so we can all suffer the cold together."

The girl with the dreadlocks glared at Sun Chengwu. "You really like meddling in other people's business."

Sun Chengwu smiled slightly, "Don't you also like to meddle in other people's business?"

The girl with the dreadlocks cursed and said, "Fine, but we want a second one."

Miguel said, "We're third."

The white man in the suit angrily straightened his clothes, not daring to provoke the two large Black groups, and simply stared at Bai Zhan, saying, "Why are you the first one?"

Bai Zhan mimicked Sun Chengwu's tone, saying nonchalantly, "You want to be first? Fine, then I'll puncture the gas tank, and nobody will get it."

The white man in the suit said defiantly, "Then let's expose it. Who's afraid of who?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Miguel and the girl with the dreadlocks looked at him at the same time.

The middle-aged man in a suit raised his hands and chuckled dryly, "Hey, I was just saying, don't get impulsive, we're the fourth one."

The matter has been temporarily settled.

Bai Zhan arranged for two people to collect the oil, while the others stayed nearby to keep watch.

Sun Chengwu sat on the snowdrift, clearing the snow from the ice surface and looking down at the ice layer.

The ice was covered with a dense network of cracks, stretching into the distance like a spider web, with the deepest crack appearing to be at least three meters deep.

Bai Zhan appeared beside him at some point and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "I want to see how thick the ice is here. I'm hungry and want to eat fish."

Bai Zhan said, "The ice here is too thick. We need to go to the shallow ice layer to take a look, but I don't think it's necessary. We have enough food to support the rescue team."

Sun Chengwu didn't hold out much hope, because the golden rescue time was only forty-eight hours.

Two days have passed and no rescue team has arrived, so it is very likely that there will be no rescue.

Or rather, the rescue team couldn't find them.

In situations like this, relying on rescue teams is less effective than self-rescue.

Sun Chengwu said, "Perhaps."

Bai Zhan was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you for today."

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "Although I don't approve of some of the things you've done, I won't comment on your actions. Everyone has their own personality and way of life."

However, we are both Chinese, so I can't help them in this situation.

Don't forget, I got a share of the fuel too.

Bai Zhan asked, "You're so smart, why don't you gather a group of people? With your identity as a doctor and your intelligence, many survivors should be willing to follow you."

If you're willing, we can be equals and discuss things together.

Sun Chengwu still refused, "Forget it, in this kind of environment, everyone should just live their own lives and no one needs to be responsible for anyone else."

Otherwise, they'll starve to death and then blame me for all my hard work.

My abilities are limited; I can only manage myself.