Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

The seawater temperature is extremely low. If a normal person falls into it, they will lose heat within minutes, sink to the bottom of the sea, and drown.

This scene caused everyone to lower their heads in horror, looking down at the sea below.

The group collapsed to the ground, their bodies trembling violently with fear, barely able to utter a coherent sentence.

Sun Chengwu gazed at the broken ice surface not far away, still feeling lingering fear.

"Did it...drown?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

The voice just fell.

"Splash!"

At the edge of the hole, a huge bear paw suddenly shot out and slammed heavily onto the ice.

Immediately afterwards, another bear paw climbed up as well.

"roar!"

The polar bear's huge, ferocious head burst out of the water, splashing water droplets as it thrashed about. It opened its mouth wide and let out an angry roar.

Someone shouted in terror, "He's not dead! He's trying to come up!"

"Run!" Sun Chengwu felt a chill run down his spine and turned to run.

The others realized what was happening and scrambled to catch up.

The group scrambled back to the crash site.

Sun Chengwu turned his head and did not see the polar bear chasing after him.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Thankfully, that big guy didn't catch up, otherwise at least half of them would have died on that ice floe.

Polar bears are simply not something ordinary people like them can hunt.

An overwhelming sense of fear permeated the cabin.

More than 30 people went out, but only about 20 came back. Two others were swallowed by the sea, one was seriously injured, and Old Chen was killed on the ice.

This operation completely shattered their unrealistic fantasies.

"Damn it...you call that thing a bear?" Bai Zhan slumped into a broken chair, his face ashen, ice crystals still clinging to his hair. His earlier high spirits were completely gone. "The bears on TV are all so friendly. Damn it, just now I felt like if he bit me, my head would explode!"

Sun Chengwu, panting heavily, said, "Don't even think about it, it'll definitely burst with juice. A bear's bite force can easily crush a person's skull."

Bai Zhan said irritably, "Can't you say something to comfort me?"

He pulled out the crumpled cigarette case, which contained only one cigarette. His hands trembled violently, and it took him a long time to light it and take a deep drag.

Sun Chengwu leaned against the cold cabin wall, his eyes closed, his lungs and legs still burning with pain.

The scene of the polar bear killing people kept replaying in his mind, as well as the silent figures that fell into the sea.

Any plan is laughably fragile in the face of absolute power.

"Brother Sun... Brother Bai..." The blond-haired young man approached, his face still showing shock. "Should we... should we still go?"

"Go to hell!" A middle-aged man with a full beard spat out from the side. His arm was cut by ice shards and he was haphazardly bandaging it with a strip of cloth. "That thing is useless! We're just scrap metal, it wouldn't even scratch an itch for us! I'm not going, whoever wants to go can go!"

"But... there's no food..." someone muttered softly, their voice filled with despair.

The fish and meat we were given before setting off have long been used up, and we even owe quite a bit.

They clutched their stomachs, ravenously hungry, and shivering with cold.

Bai Zhan threw the remaining food out, "Eat, eat, eat! You can have all of this. Tomorrow we'll just stand outside facing northwest and stare at the wind!"

Bai Zhan scratched his head in frustration and looked at Sun Chengwu: "Brother Sun, do you... have any good ideas?"

Sun Chengwu opened his eyes and slowly spoke, his voice hoarse from exhaustion: "Don't even think about hunting bears, it's impossible."

Unless, of course, there's a gun.

Bai Zhan asked, "Who can bring a gun onto the plane?"

The bearded man asked anxiously, "Then what should we do?"

Are we just going to wait to die like this?

Sun Chengwu was silent for a moment, then looked out at the ice field outside the cabin and suddenly said, "Fishing."

"Fishing?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Yes, fishing," Sun Chengwu repeated. "At least I caught some yesterday, which means this method works. I still have some fishing rods. Although I won't have enough to eat, I won't starve to death."

Sun Chengwu hesitated, unable to say what he wanted to say.

Bai Zhan glanced at Sun Chengwu, his gaze flickering like the cigarette butt in his hand.

However, he did not press the matter in public.

The suggestion of fishing rekindled a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the desperate crowd. Empty words were useless; filling their stomachs was the most important thing.

"But...we don't have that many fishing rods," said the blond-haired man, looking troubled.

The news that Sun Chengwu caught a big fish with instant noodles yesterday has spread, but apart from him and Old Xu, very few people have fishing gear.

“We can make them ourselves,” Sun Chengwu said. “When I was little, there weren’t so many professional fishing rods and lines. We just had a rope with a wire hook tied to it. As long as it was strong enough, we could catch fish.”

Although decoupling occurs frequently, it's not entirely hopeless.

At this point, Bai Zhan stood up and said, "Alright, let's do as Brother Sun says. Everyone go and prepare your fishing rods, and we'll go try it out together this afternoon."

After saying that, he walked towards the innermost part of the cabin, giving Sun Chengwu a wink at the same time.

The two entered the crew cabin.

Bai Zhan asked, "Didn't you leave something unsaid?"

Sun Chengwu nodded and said, "Yes, I'm worried about how long this ice can last."

When we escaped back, the ice suddenly cracked, saving our lives, but it also meant that the ice was about to break.

If the plane wreckage falls into the sea, we will have no supplies left.

That's secondary.

We need land!

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhan's expression became even more conflicted, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it!"

Just as Sun Chengwu was about to say something, a commotion suddenly came from the direction of economy class, interspersed with a few threatening English sentences.

Sun Chengwu and Bai Zhan exchanged a glance, then immediately got up and walked towards the front cabin.

As they walked out, the blond-haired man stepped forward nervously and said, "Brother Bai, Brother Sun, that group of black men is here."

Bai Zhan pulled back the curtain, and everyone entered the economy class.

The economy class was in complete chaos, with four or five foreigners, led by Miguel, a black man with sausage lips, shouting and cursing at several Chinese passengers huddled in their seats.

"Hand over the food. I told you, I just wanted to borrow some food from you."

"What we borrow, we will repay. Once we find a source of food, we will pay you back double."

The surrounded Chinese looked terrified and dared not fight back.

One of them fought back, but the black man smashed his head open with a stick and he fell to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

Miguel stood in front and said loudly, "Call out your food, and I will not hurt you."

But if you dare to resist, the steel pipe in my hand is not just for show.

Now, immediately, at once, hand over your food willingly.