Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu led the young woman and the old man out through the breach.

As soon as she stepped outside, a cold wind blew by, carrying snowflakes that had frozen into ice crystals, and the young woman's delicate skin instantly turned red.

With his feet on the snow-covered ice, it was difficult to maintain his balance. Coupled with the biting cold wind, Sun Chengwu soon lost feeling in his arms.

He took a mink coat out of his suitcase and tossed it to the old man, then put on his own military coat and said to the young woman, "Put your clothes on, let's go to the plane's cargo hold."

At that moment, everyone was scrambling for things in the cabin, and few people realized that the plane also had a cargo hold for onboard transport.

The warehouse contained shipped goods, including food and water.

Before rescue arrives, whoever controls food and water has a chance to survive.

The three of them trudged through the snow, one step at a time, until they reached the tail of the plane.

A long road made up of suitcases stretched into the distant snow.

Some suitcases were damaged when the plane crashed, and the clothes inside were blown everywhere by the wind, adding colorful decorations to the monotonous white ice surface.

The warehouse was damaged, and less than a third of the luggage remained inside.

Sun Chengwu was the first to climb up, and he still resorted to violently breaking open the suitcase to search for the necessary supplies.

He reminded the young woman and the old man, "All we need is food, water, coats, anything that can start a fire, a windproof tent, sleeping bags, a knife, or a fishing rod or any tool that will allow us to get food."

Time is limited; others will react soon enough, leaving us with very little time.

The passenger plane was a large Boeing 747-8, which could accommodate more than 600 people. He didn't know how many people died when it crashed. Even if a third of them survived, it would still be a huge number.

Sun Chengwu had heard many cases of medical disputes and knew that people were in greater danger than in extremely cold environments.

He is not afraid of bad people; bad people are concerned with pros and cons and can talk.

He's afraid of stupid people.

A fool is foolish without realizing it, and often he can ruin a whole group of people.

You don't need many of these black sheep; in today's harsh environment, just one is enough to be fatal.

As Sun Chengwu searched through suitcase after suitcase, he found that most of the items inside were clothes, cosmetics, and electronic products; food was scarce, and fresh water was nowhere to be found.

As another suitcase was opened, Sun Chengwu's eyes lit up; he saw a fishing rod.

This suitcase was filled with complete fishing tackle, including everything except bait.

Sun Chengwu threw his suitcase off the plane and shouted at the slow-moving young woman, "Stop looking, go find a big, good suitcase and pack everything we've collected inside."

The young woman did as she was told.

The unruly old man from just moments ago, whether from the cold or from being beaten by Sun Chengwu, has now transformed from an old man into a grandson, and is now quite quick in searching for things.

After finding a few more clothes and some snacks, Sun Chengwu saw that people from the passenger cabin were already walking towards the cargo hold.

He immediately jumped down from the warehouse and stood next to the young woman.

There were six people walking over, five men and one woman, all of whom were foreigners.

Their Adam's apples bobbed when they saw the food next to the young woman.

Sun Chengwu was carrying a steel pipe. In just over ten minutes, a layer of white frost had formed on the outside of the pipe, and it was icy cold to the touch.

Seeing that Sun Chengwu seemed formidable, and with so many suitcases in the warehouse for them to rummage through, one of the white exchange students raised his hand and shouted, "Hey, bro, we're not trying to steal your stuff, there's more here."

Sun Chengwu pulled the young woman and her suitcase from the ground to make way for her.

Among the group of international students, one of them kept his eyes glued to the young woman until his companion nudged him, at which point he walked away cursing.

This gave Sun Chengwu a bad feeling.

The old man was still searching; he seemed to have triggered an old-age passive skill, dragging a suitcase that was almost full.

One person found more items than Sun Chengwu and the young woman combined.

Seeing that things had almost gotten to the point, Sun Chengwu went over and forcibly pulled the old man away, saying, "They'll all come out of the cabin and grab things soon, then we'll have to go back and find somewhere to stay."

The cabin was severely damaged, and there wasn't much room left to shelter from the wind and rain.

Sun Chengwu judged that they must be inside the Arctic Circle, where the temperature at night could reach minus fifty degrees Celsius. If they did not stay in a closed place with a fire, they would all freeze to death.

As expected, as the group of foreigners came out of the cabin, more survivors left the cabin.

Some people screamed and shrank back as soon as they were hit by the cold wind.

But most people ran toward the tail of the plane.

Soon, a quarrel broke out inside the warehouse.

Sun Chengwu rubbed his hands together, leaning against the old man and the young woman, protecting the two suitcases beside him, not trying to snatch them.

Even if they were ten minutes late, they would still have to rush to grab it.

"what!"

A scream came from inside the warehouse, followed by more screams, and a group of people ran out of the warehouse.

Then, Sun Chengwu saw a black man drag a woman out and throw her into the snow.

Blood stained the surrounding white ground, and everyone kept their distance from the black man, not daring to approach.

The young woman also covered her mouth in horror.

The old man kept muttering, "What a tragedy! These black devils are like underdeveloped animals, not even as intelligent as my pet dog, Dahuang."

Sun Chengwu never expected that someone would die so quickly.

Seeing that most of the passengers had left the cabin, he said to the two men, "Come with me."

Sun Chengwu led them back to the passenger cabin and to the location of the crew.

The place has been completely looted; the pre-cooked meals, fruits, and drinks on the plane are all gone, and overturned pre-cooked meal boxes can still be seen on the ground.

Sun Chengwu squatted down and carefully gathered up the spilled food, putting it back into the box.

The young woman asked, "It's already dirty, why are you picking it up?"

Sun Chengwu held up a foil-wrapped lunchbox and said, "We're going to be short of food soon, and when we're starving, will you eat it?"

The young woman stopped talking, silently squatted down, and helped Sun Chengwu tidy up.

There were more than a dozen boxes of pre-made food that were spilled. Except for some that were trampled and could not be gathered up, Sun Chengwu repacked the rest and stacked them together.

He glanced back at the hatch leading to the nose of the plane; the hatch was very sturdy and hadn't been damaged even after the plane crashed.

But the nose of the plane was a mess, and he even saw a corpse.

Sun Chengwu closed the cabin door of the crew, locked it from the inside, opened the two suitcases, and tallied the supplies they had obtained.

Five sets of thermal underwear were found, and in addition to the mink coats they were wearing, another one was found.

Five bags of potato chips, three bags of bread, some snacks, two sleeping bags, one tent, one box of fishing tackle, one utility knife, one multi-functional survival knife, and some other miscellaneous items.