Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Looking at the supplies in front of him, Sun Chengwu frowned.

"There are no tools to start a fire."

Suddenly, the old man pulled out a small gadget that looked like a laser pointer. "How about this? My son bought it for me. He said you can light cigarettes by plugging it into your phone."

I tried it once, but it didn't work very well. I still prefer lighting cigarettes with a match; that kind of smoke has soul.

High-powered lithium battery lighters are not allowed on airplanes, but this lighter has a mobile phone charging port, so it is allowed to be carried on board.

The old man was a smoker, and the lighter was in his pocket.

Sun Chengwu was overjoyed. He suddenly realized that the old man looked a bit like Daniel Wu. He was so damn handsome!

With a fire, tonight won't be so hard to endure.

At this moment, Sun Chengwu saw the young woman fiddling with her phone. She had already made more than a dozen calls, but none of them were answered.

She was so anxious that tears were about to come out.

Sun Chengwu glanced at it and said, "There's no signal here, don't waste electricity. Lithium batteries can be used to start a fire, that's what's essential for our survival."

The young woman was someone who listened to advice and handed the phone to Sun Chengwu.

Sun Chengwu turned off the young woman's phone, then turned off his own, and said to the old man, "Use your phone first, remember to turn on power saving mode, try to make it last for a couple more days."

After saying that, he got up, opened the door, and went out. "I'm going out to find something to start a fire. Don't open the door for anyone else."

Sun Chengwu picked up some clothes and took them back. These clothes would produce toxic substances if burned, but his life was at stake, so he couldn't worry about that now.

After walking around the passenger cabin, the people who had just gone out to raid the cargo hold returned.

Sun Chengwu noticed that most of the people who returned had blood on them.

He silently turned and left.

Just then someone shouted, "Hey, what are you holding? Let us see."

Sun Chengwu didn't want to cause trouble, so he held the clothes above his head, saying, "They're just some cheap clothes."

The steel pipe was hidden inside the clothing.

A young man with gray-white hair walked over, picked up the clothes and looked them over for a while, then mocked, "Brother, instead of going out to rob food at a time like this, you're collecting women's pajamas here. Your fetish is quite unique."

Sun Chengwu's lips twitched. "Yeah, I love collecting women's clothes. Could you give me some?"

The young man with grayish-white hair raised his hand and slapped Sun Chengwu, yelling, "Go to hell! I didn't steal anything from you, and you're asking me for things instead!"

Sun Chengwu was on guard, and when the gray-haired youth made his move, he immediately crouched down to dodge the attack.

He raised his hand, pulled out the steel pipe, and slammed it down hard on the arm of the gray-haired youth.

"Aww!"

The young man with grayish-white hair clutched his arm and screamed in pain, rolling on the ground in agony.

The enemy outnumbered them, and after Sun Chengwu succeeded, he turned and ran.

He had already realized that the other party was deliberately causing trouble. Even if he didn't want to cause trouble, problems would come knocking on their door when they lit the fire that night.

We should establish our authority now.

When the gray-haired youth's companion saw his companion being beaten, he chased after him while cursing the national cult.

Taking advantage of the cramped space inside the cabin, Sun Chengwu turned around and slammed down with another steel pipe.

He didn't care at all whether he might kill someone.

Sun Chengwu always believed in one principle: if he had to take action, he would rather injure the other person and pay compensation than accept the money and be crippled for life.

In addition, he studied medicine and knew where the human body was most vulnerable, so he specifically targeted the joints to attack.

The young man who caught up with him changed his expression when he saw the iron rod coming down on him, and turned to retreat.

But the people behind me were rushing forward.

boom!

It hit him on the back of the head.

The beaten youth covered his head and squatted down, his screams echoing throughout the cabin.

Seeing how ruthless Sun Chengwu was, the others dared not continue the pursuit and instead threatened, "Kid, don't let us catch you, or you'll regret ever being born!"

"Come on, I'm right here. Come and get me. Whoever chickens out is a son of a bitch!"

Sun Chengwu swung the steel pipe, slamming it against the seat with loud thuds.

He glanced at everyone in the cabin; his words were addressed to these young people, but also to the others.

The young man and Sun Chengwu started hurling insults at each other.

Sun Chengwu ignored them, turned around and went back to the crew cabin, closing the door behind him.

Night hadn't even fallen yet, but the temperature had already started to drop.

Even though Sun Chengwu and the others were wearing mink coats, it was still difficult to prevent the chill from seeping into their clothes through the gaps.

Sun Chengwu was freezing, so he picked up a set of thermal underwear and put on another layer.

The young woman and the old man watched him do something and then followed suit.

But it's still cold.

My teeth were chattering uncontrollably, making a clicking sound.

The cabin, which had been noisy at the beginning, has now quieted down, with the survivors huddling together in small groups for warmth.

Outside, the cold wind howled, and the sky gradually darkened. The young woman leaned against the toilet seat-shaped window, her breath condensing into a layer of frost on the glass. She covered her mouth and sobbed.

Hearing this, Sun Chengwu reminded him, "Don't cry for too long. We don't have any fresh water, and you'll get dehydrated and won't be able to replenish it."

The old man's teeth ached from listening. "That young girl was scared and homesick. You wouldn't even let her cry for a while. It's icy and snowy outside. She could just go out and grab a handful of snow, let it melt in her mouth for a bit, and it'd just be water, wouldn't it?"

Sun Chengwu said helplessly, "Grandpa, melting ice and snow requires the participation of human body heat. When our heat is exhausted and we don't get food to replenish it, our body temperature will drop."

If our body temperature drops below 35 degrees Celsius, we will experience hypothermia.

A weakened immune system leads to fever and inflammation in the body.

If we are exposed to low temperatures for an extended period, our blood oxygen levels will drop, leading to pulmonary edema and cerebral edema.

The old man quickly called for a stop, "Alright, stop talking. You're like Tang Sanzang chanting sutras, you can talk even more than my son."

Sun Chengwu, "..."

Time passed slowly, and the outside went from quiet to noisy again.

Those who returned later had no seats, so they clashed with those who had found seats first.

They started fighting shortly afterward.

Sun Chengwu went to the window to observe.

The sun had already set, and the cabin was pitch black. The two groups of people huddled together, and soon several of them collapsed limply to the ground.

The victors cursed at the losers and then dragged the bloodied victim out of the crack in the cabin.

At this temperature, throwing them out would be tantamount to a death sentence.

The old man, feeling unbearably cold, pounded his knees and asked, "I have chronic leg pain; it hurts whenever it gets cold. It's already dark, and the temperature is so low, aren't you going to light a fire?"

Sun Chengwu shook his head and said, "We can't be the first to stick our necks out; let's wait a little longer."