Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

This scene took everyone by surprise.

In just a brief moment of looking away, Erhei lost?

Some people saw it, but they were happy to see Erhei get humiliated. They usually bossed him around, so how could they not be happy to see him get beaten up?

Some people didn't see it, and they regretted it.

Without exception, they all excitedly shouted Zhao Zheng's name.

"Zhao Zheng! Zhao Zheng! Zhao Zheng..."

Sun Chengwu's face was somewhat gloomy.

Zhao Zheng gave Sun Chengwu a provocative look.

This guy still seems to be unhappy that Sun Chengwu threw him into the prisoner-of-war camp.

This is how they express their protest.

Sun Chengwu didn't say anything, after all, this was part of the rules, and he wouldn't interfere too much with the development of the camp.

Since it's been handed over to Lao Luo, he won't overstep his bounds and handle matters outside his authority.

Luo frowned, but the rules didn't explicitly forbid sneak attacks. He could only look at Dahei and ask, "Can you handle this?"

Seeing his younger brother ambushed and knocked down, Dahei was furious and said, "I'll go teach him a lesson!"

Old Luo cautioned, "Don't cripple him. This guy has a lot of muscle and is a good worker."

After that, increase his workload by 30%, and he's not allowed to eat until he finishes.

Old Hei grinned, went over to help Er Hei up, and asked worriedly, "How are you?"

Erhei shook his head, the dizziness gradually subsiding. He stared intently at Zhao Zheng, cursing unwillingly, "If we keep fighting, I'll definitely win. This little bastard, he used dirty tricks."

Big Black is much more open-minded. "Being able to use dirty tricks is also a skill. When we fought in the streets before, we used all sorts of methods."

"I'll avenge you."

Erhei said unwillingly, "Don't leave any room for discussion, let's teach him a lesson."

Zhao Zheng raised his hands, basking in the cheers of the crowd; at this moment, he was the king of the arena.

What about Sun Chengwu?

So what if it's Luo Yonghao?

Their cheers are for themselves, not for you exploiters.

The cheers gradually subsided only after Dahei entered the arena.

Zhao Zheng looked at Da Hei with disdain. Today, he was going to beat all ten of them and completely crush their prestige.

He gave a thumbs-up, turned his arm around, and pointed downwards.

The fourth brother appeared beside Sun Chengwu at some point and said sarcastically, "This new guy is pretty cocky."

Sun Chengwu smiled indifferently, "It's alright, someone will teach him a lesson."

"If he really manages to break through, don't you still have Fourth Brother?"

The fourth brother rolled his eyes. "This is your camp's business, I won't get involved, but you can let him give it a try."

The fourth brother gestured to the local people standing to the side.

Because of what Sun Chengwu had told him, the fourth brother would take him out for a walk every day, his hands tied, so he couldn't run away.

Perhaps because of that conversation, the indigenous people were quiet all day yesterday and did not make any more noise or curse.

Sun Chengwu glanced at the natives.

If this guy goes up there, he could probably kill Zhao Zheng.

Currently, no one can be confident of winning against the indigenous people in a one-on-one situation.

These humans, living in harsh environments, are not fighting against other people, but against the elements.

Their physical abilities and experience are unmatched.

The battle on the field has begun.

Dahei and Erhei used different methods. He took the initiative to attack, his 1.9-meter height and his fists the size of sandbags hitting Zhao Zheng's head again and again.

Zhao Zheng had intended to fight back, but his arm span wasn't as long as Lao Hei's, so he could only cover his head with his arms, swaying unsteadily like a sandbag.

Because of the fight just now, Dahei was holding back his anger and hit extremely hard.

Standing on the stage, Lao Luo was a little worried that Da Hei might kill someone again.

There have been cases where people were injured in the past, but because everyone knew each other, they held back and the injuries were not serious.

Many new people have come this time, and Dahei is going up there in a huff, which could easily lead to someone getting hurt.

Old Luo reminded him, "Big Black, go easy on him."

These words implicitly acknowledge that Zhao Zheng will lose.

Zhao Zheng stared at Dahei, holding back his anger. He just couldn't accept it. Why did Sun Chengwu treat them differently?

Just because they followed Zhu Lao Er?

They don't know what wrong Zhu Lao Er did, so why should they pay for Zhu Lao Er's behavior?

Taking advantage of the moment when Dahei threw a punch, Zhao Zheng suddenly raised his foot and slammed it hard into Dahei's groin.

"Aww!"

Big Black collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin and howling in pain as he rolled around.

Everyone fell silent instantly.

The calls also ceased.

Lao Luo and Erhei immediately ran towards the center of the field, calling out, "Dahei, brother!"

Sun Chengwu also quickly stepped forward.

Zhao Zheng raised his hand in a victorious manner, but no one cheered for him anymore.

In the past, combat sports were a form of entertainment for everyone.

This time, things have changed.

Sun Chengwu asked, "Big Black, how are you? Are you still usable?"

Big Black rolled around in agony, unable to speak, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his lips were completely bloodless.

Zhao Zheng's attack was particularly fierce, and Da Hei's condition was probably critical. Sun Chengwu immediately said to Er Hei, "Find two people to carry him away. I'll check him out in a bit."

Sun Chengwu looked coldly at Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zhengfei showed no remorse, instead appearing quite pleased with himself.

Before Lao Luo could speak, Sun Chengwu pressed down on his arm and asked Zhao Zheng, "Can you still fight?"

Everyone turned to look at Sun Chengwu.

Zhao Zheng has already committed a foul, so why let him hit again? What's the point?

Zhao Zheng was prepared to be punished; he just wanted to vent his anger.

He was also puzzled, but still confidently said, "Yes."

He then asked, "If I win ten rounds, I won't have to chop down trees anymore, right?"

Sun Chengwu chuckled coldly, "You don't need to do ten games. If you win just one more game, you won't have to do any work at all."

Zhao Zheng said provocatively, "I hope you don't go back on your word."

At this point, no one supported Zhao Zheng anymore.

Although they wanted to defeat Dahei and Erhei, and although they usually complained about Dahei and Erhei's urging and supervision.

However, they usually get along well and can be considered half friends.

Fighting is fighting, and everyday life is everyday life.

With this kick, Zhao Zheng completely put himself on the opposite side of everyone.

But he himself was unaware of it.

Moreover, some of the new prisoners in his batch were still supporting him.

Sun Chengwu returned to the crowd, pointed at Zhao Zheng, and said to the native in the few words of Russian he had learned, "You, hit, meat."

The native understood, but he didn't move.

Sun Chengwu said, "Clan leader, friend, trust me."

The indigenous person hesitated slightly, then stepped forward and raised his hands.

Sun Chengwu untied the rope for him. "Win, the rope, no."

What he meant was that if they won, they wouldn't have to be tied up with ropes anymore.

Unfortunately, he had too little vocabulary and could only piece things together.

The indigenous people didn't have a large vocabulary either, and the two equally clueless people, using their peculiar way of communicating, actually managed to understand each other.

The local nodded, rubbed his hands together, and walked towards Zhao Zheng.