Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Upon hearing Bai Zhan's words, Sun Chengwu thought about it carefully and realized that what Bai Zhan said was actually true.

What we pursue in life is nothing more than physical enjoyment and spiritual pleasure.

In such an environment, many long-time smokers cannot get a cigarette, and most people are not getting enough to eat.

This is equivalent to the old society where the company paid you a salary and the benefits were quite good, so there was naturally no shortage of people.

Bai Zhan's theory was something Sun Chengwu hadn't learned in the previous twenty years.

But for Bai Zhan, it was nothing more than free education he had received since childhood.

No wonder, in this world, the poor get poorer and the rich get richer.

This difference in understanding is enough to keep poor children learning for a lifetime.

Bai Zhan placed his hand on Sun Chengwu's shoulder and laughed, "You're really something today, catching such a big fish. Share it with the brothers."

Once we hunt down a polar bear, you'll get the lion's share; we won't treat you unfairly.

If I can't hunt it, I'll personally compensate you.

Sun Chengwu knew that Bai Zhan was using him, but he couldn't refuse such a offer.

By sharing the big fish, they can not only win people's hearts, but also attract more people in economy class to join them, killing two birds with one stone.

Sun Chengwu learned something new.

The supplies were just stored food.

Only by spending money can we obtain more free labor to help them acquire more resources.

Of course, this is on the premise that Sun Chengwu is not lacking in food.

If basic needs like food and clothing cannot be met, any promise is just empty talk.

Commonly known as "drawing a pie in the sky" (or "promising something for nothing").

Looking into Bai Zhan's sincere eyes, Sun Chengwu finally nodded: "Alright, let's divide the fish. But we need to make proper preparations for hunting the polar bear."

Bai Zhan grinned: "I knew Brother Sun was a smart guy."

The two returned to business class, where Bai Zhan publicly announced the decision to divide the fish.

Bai Zhan shouted, "I had to beg and plead with Brother Sun to give up this fish. You should all thank him properly!"

"Brother Sun is awesome!"

"Brother Sun, you're such a kind person! I'll be your underling from now on!"

However, Sun Chengwu was very perceptive and quickly realized from those words that Bai Zhan was trying to take credit for him.

He smiled and said, "Yes, I originally planned to eat it myself, but Bai Zhan said we're hunting polar bears tomorrow, so he asked me to share the fish so everyone can have a good meal and have the energy for tomorrow."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and someone shouted, "So that's how it is! Thank you, Brother Bai!"

Amid cheers, the one-meter-long Arctic salmon was cut up on the spot, with each person receiving a small piece.

Although there wasn't much, it was already a rare delicacy in this environment.

The fish was grilled over a fire, sizzling and releasing its aroma.

Many people have been hungry for a long time, and these days they eat snacks, which only contain calories and no fat, so they can't feel full no matter how much they eat.

When they had fish to eat, they would grab it and wolf it down before it was even cooked.

Hearing that fish were being distributed among business class passengers, a few bolder passengers from the economy class crowd over.

They swallowed hard, inhaling the aroma of fish in the air, staring at the large fish, and hesitantly asked, "Um... I heard you're going to hunt polar bears, can we join?"

Bai Zhan walked over, looked at the people who had come to sign up because of hunger, opened his arms, and smiled, "Of course, we welcome everyone to join us."

Driven by the dual allure of hunger and nicotine addiction, the number of applicants quickly rose to over thirty.

That evening, Sun Chengwu sat by the damaged cabin, looking at the faint light of the eternal night outside, and said to the core members who had gathered around him, "Polar bears are not fish. Those things have thick skin and great strength. If we go empty-handed, no matter how many we send, we'll just be cannon fodder."

A young man with dyed blond hair asked, "Then what should we do? Throw stones at it?"

"We need something sharp," Sun Chengwu said. "We should be able to find suitable metal in the wreckage of the plane. We need to make some spears."

Without further ado, the group began searching through the wreckage. They removed seat supports, broken aluminum alloy parts, and even pried off some thin metal strips from the cabin bulkhead.

Without professional tools, they used stones to smash and grind on the ice, creating more than thirty spikes of varying lengths.

They also found some wooden handles, broken ski poles, and even used tape and strips of cloth to tie spikes to the ends, making simple spears.

Although it was rough, holding it in my hand finally gave me some confidence.

The next morning, the sky was still dark.

More than thirty people, carrying homemade spears, set off towards the place where the corpses had been piled up last time, led by Sun Chengwu and Bai Zhan.

The snowstorm was less severe than yesterday, but the temperature was still bitterly cold.

The group trudged through the snow, their steps uneven and deep. Their breath froze on their masks, making each step incredibly difficult.

After walking for nearly two hours, we finally arrived at that area.

The body is still there, but it is incomplete.

The thigh of a corpse had been torn off in large part, and deep teeth marks were left on the exposed bone.

The surrounding snow was trampled into a mess, and the dark red bloodstains were shocking against the white background.

"It's been gnawed on," Sun Chengwu crouched down and carefully examined the marks. "Judging from these teeth and claw marks, it's definitely a polar bear. The blood hasn't completely frozen yet, the marks are very fresh, it hasn't been gone long."

"Could they still be nearby?" someone asked anxiously, looking around.

"Possibly." Sun Chengwu lowered his voice. "Everyone, spread out and find cover to ambush. Pay attention to the wind direction, don't be upwind."

Someone asked curiously, "What is an upwind spot?"

Bai Zhan smacked him on the head in exasperation. "It's the direction the wind is blowing that will carry our scent down, alerting the polar bears. Don't you even know this basic common sense?"

The person who was beaten gave an awkward smile.

Sun Chengwu said, "Everyone lie down in the snow and wait for the polar bear to return."

More than thirty people dispersed to nearby ice piles and snow mounds, holding their simple spears and waiting breathlessly.

Time passed second by second, and the cold felt like countless fine needles, piercing through thick clothing and sinking into the bones.

Many people began to tremble uncontrollably, and the sound of their teeth chattering was particularly clear in the silence.

Sun Chengwu lay down behind a snowdrift, feeling his hands and feet gradually losing sensation.

He glanced at Bai Zhan not far away; Bai Zhan's face was also blue from the cold, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of the corpse.

The wait was long and agonizing. Someone complained in a low voice, but Bai Zhan silenced them with a look.

They waited from dawn until noon when the sky remained unchanged, and then until what felt like afternoon.

Just when many people were about to give up and thought the polar bear would never return, a huge white shadow appeared silently in the falling snow.

It walked straight to the pile of mutilated corpses, sniffed them, and then began to tear apart another relatively intact body.

"Polar bear!" someone shouted excitedly.