Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Bai Zhan came prepared.

Just as the white man was about to snatch the suitcase, Bai Zhan suddenly smashed it down with a steel pipe, breaking the white man's arm on the spot.

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The white man screamed in agony, clutching his arm as he rolled on the ground.

Bai Zhan took the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it on the ground, and said with a sneer, "You dare to touch things belonging to us Chinese? You've got some nerve!"

Seeing this, the other white people immediately stepped forward to help.

Sun Chengwu stepped forward and asked, "Why don't you take a look at how many of us there are?"

More than fifty people surrounded several white men.

The white man chickened out, standing back to back with a stiff expression.

Sun Chengwu snatched the military knife from a white man's hand, weighed it in his hand, and laughed, "This thing can be taken on an airplane? This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it."

The white man whispered, "It was found in the luggage and doesn't exceed the size limit, so it's fine."

General Sun Chengwu tucked his sword into his lower back and said, "I'll take it."

The white man dared not refuse and nodded repeatedly.

Bai Zhan patted the man's face, grabbed his ear and said, "Go back and tell your leader that you've taken enough fuel. Every single day this year is ours."

The white man was getting impatient. "You can't do this! We were already last in line..."

The white steel pipe landed on the white man's shoulder and tapped him lightly.

The white man's face instantly turned whiter than snow, and he dared not utter a single word.

Bai Zhan gently patted his body. "Alright, let's go back."

The crowd parted to make way, and the white man crawled and knelt toward the warehouse.

Bai Zhan addressed the crowd, saying, "They definitely won't let this go, so don't let your guard down."

Sure enough, not long after the white men fled back, the middle-aged man in a suit came out with a dozen or so white men.

The middle-aged man in a suit asked with a gloomy expression, "Easterners, aren't you breaking the rules by doing this?"

"You were the ones who set the rules in the first place. Now you've not only assaulted my men, but you're also trying to steal the remaining fuel. Are you trying to make an enemy of us?"

Bai Zhan said arrogantly, "If you're so capable, why don't you take it back?"

The middle-aged man in the suit looked extremely unpleasant.

He only had white men left; the black men had all been taken by the dreadlocked girl and Jerok.

Moreover, the situation inside the warehouse is very complicated, with many small groups and several professional boxers.

With this combination, he had no advantage and only managed to win over some marginalized people.

That's why we were at a disadvantage in the last negotiation.

The middle-aged man in a suit stared at Bai Zhan for a while and then said, "Let's go."

As the middle-aged man in the suit and his men slunk away, the crowd erupted in cheers of victory.

Many people are experiencing this scene for the first time, clenching their fists nervously, their palms sweaty.

Unexpectedly, they got the fuel without even lifting a finger.

In other words, they won't have to suffer from the cold tonight.

In the following period, neither the hip-hop group nor the black gangs caused any trouble.

It seems that the remaining fuel belongs to the Chinese people.

As evening fell, the last drop of fuel dripped out, leaving the entire fuel tank empty.

The group dragged their suitcases back to the cabin, chatting and laughing, vividly describing the large-scale confrontation between the two sides that day, as if they had played a significant role in it.

This made many people who chose not to go regret not being one of them, otherwise they could have gotten some fuel for free.

As evening approached, the sun was about to set.

Sun Chengwu sat on the edge of the damaged cabin, watching the sun gradually sink below the horizon.

He saw the boundless sea all around him, the sunlight falling on the surface and turning the entire sea golden.

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

Sun Chengwu pointed to the sun and said, "I don't know if you've ever heard of polar day and polar night. It is said that in the Arctic Circle, there are only two alternations of day and night each year, which are also called polar day and polar night."

However, our time is normal, which means we may not necessarily be within the Arctic Circle.

Bai Zhan asked, "What does this have to do with me? Look over there..."

Bai Zhan pointed to the coastline.

He asked, "Do you see? We're surrounded by the ocean, and we're on a floating glacier."

Sun Chengwu had already observed this problem.

This may be why the rescue team has not been able to find them.

It's March now, and glaciers rarely melt, otherwise they would be worried about whether they would melt.

Once they melt, they will sink into the sea.

In areas near the Arctic, if you fall into the sea, don't even think about swimming back.

The near-zero water temperature alone is enough to cause hypothermia and sink to the bottom of the sea.

Sun Chengwu said, "We need to find a way to get ashore."

Bai Zhan cautioned, "Going ashore could very well mean entering the real Arctic."

Sun Chengwu asked, "Do we have any other options? Once the glacier breaks apart, we'll face more than just a cold climate; we'll most likely die."

Bai Zhan looked up at the sky. "It seems the rescue isn't coming."

Sun Chengwu shrugged. "I never pinned my hopes on rescue efforts; we must save ourselves."

Bai Zhan asked, "How can we save ourselves?"

He believed that since Sun Chengwu had brought it up, he must have had an idea.

Sun Chengwu said, "First of all, we can't just sit around and do nothing; we have to find a way to get food. The food we've collected is all just snacks, which are high in calories but lack protein and fat. If this continues, we'll starve to death sooner or later."

And have you even calculated it?

How long can our food supply last?

Bai Zhan touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed, "I really haven't calculated it."

Sun Chengwu said, "I don't know about your food, but it should only last for two days at most, and that's assuming the economy class survivors can't get any food."

I've calculated my food supply; it will last at most a week.

In other words, you will run out of food in two days.

What will we eat if rescue doesn't arrive?

"Does imitating polar bears mean they'll eat people?"

Sun Chengwu made a small joke, but it wasn't funny.

Bai Zhan said expressionlessly, "It's a bit like hell."

Sun Chengwu said, "I have a fishing rod set, and I plan to try my luck on the ice tomorrow."

Bai Zhan frowned, somewhat worried, and said, "The ice in the place we passed last time has cracked. If you go to the edge, you might fall."

Moreover, I'm worried you'll get eaten by a seal on the spot.

"If I find you as nothing but bones, you'll really have to make a contribution to your medical career."

Sun Chengwu stared at Bai Zhan as well, "As a specimen?"

Bai Zhan smiled and said, "I think I understand what you mean. I'll look for it tomorrow and see if there's anything like a fishing rod in my suitcase."

However, I have an idea: that polar bear should be enough to feed us for a long time, right?