Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Three days have passed since Sun Chengwu and Boss Zhou had their discussion.

Boss Zhou served up all the food he had promised.

However, she confiscated all the daily necessities that Sun Chengwu brought.

In this camp, Sun Chengwu saw no sense of urgency for survival. Relying on the food they had captured, they even pursued a life of art.

Perhaps it won't be long before their group faces a crisis due to food shortages.

It's September now, summer is over, and summer is the best season to get food.

This period can even give people the illusion that the Arctic isn't so dangerous, just a bit cold.

As October approached, a sudden heavy snowfall occurred.

When snowflakes began to fall, Sun Chengwu led Xu Hui and the others away from there.

Xu Hui and Li Daikui were seriously injured, and Li Daikui was still unconscious. Sun Chengwu's heart sank.

Xu Hui's injuries also began to worsen.

Sun Chengwu didn't know how to resolve the situation either. After all, he was just an intern, and there were no surgical facilities available. He didn't know how serious the internal injuries were for the two men.

If it's just a puncture in the abdomen, then it's a superficial wound.

If someone like Li Daikui has damaged internal organs, then there's nothing that can be done.

Li Daikui's wife also followed the group. At first, she cried every day, but recently she has become numb.

The two families had a good relationship; she took care of not only Li Daikui but also Xu Hui.

The two ice carts, loaded with supplies, were pushed and pulled by the group, and they barely made it back to the camp five days later.

The people in the camp were delighted to see that Sun Chengwu had brought back so many supplies and people.

However, Xu Hui and the others felt heavy-hearted.

Sun Chengwu handed over the task of arranging Xu Hui and the others to Rogers, saying, "Old Rogers, I'm leaving them to you. It's getting colder lately, so ask everyone to squeeze in and see if you can make some room."

There are two wounded soldiers; please arrange separate accommodation for them.

For the five days since they returned, the snow has continued to fall. The camp was cleared every day, and a huge snowdrift was built around the camp. When watered, it became a sturdy wall.

Richard found Sun Chengwu and asked, "How did the voyage go?"

So much happened after Sun Chengwu went to Xu Hui's camp that he almost forgot he went there to seek Xu Hui's help in forming a team to go to sea.

He paused for a moment, then shook his head. "A lot has happened over there; they probably can't get out."

Richard frowned. "Then we..."

Sun Chengwu said, "Let's go to the beach."

They arrived at the shipyard by the sea.

The scene was bustling with activity; two rafts had already been built and were now buried under the snow.

The seaside has frozen over, and the ice is still spreading.

Recently, they have clearly felt that the temperature is dropping rapidly, with daytime temperatures only reaching minus ten degrees Celsius, whereas in the past it could occasionally reach around one degree Celsius above zero.

The polar night has begun.

Sun Chengwu's original plan was to set sail before the polar night, but if they waited until the heavy snow ended, it would definitely be too late.

The sea was frozen over, and they had no icebreakers.

Moreover, Sun Chengwu's original plan was to build another lighthouse.

If they get lost, the lighthouse might save their lives.

The lighthouse is currently only in its initial stages of construction.

Sun Chengwu hesitated for a long time, then shook his head. "The plan is temporarily shelved. All the rafts are sealed up, and the leather bags are recycled."

However, if time permits, construction of the lighthouse will continue.

This is a last resort; plans can't keep up with changes.

We can only wait until we get through the polar night before considering going out to sea.

Looking at the sea that had turned white, Sun Chengwu sighed deeply, "We've done everything we could. It's good that we tried our best."

Everyone fell silent.

They had high hopes, but in the end, it all came to nothing. Anyone would feel bad in that situation.

Sun Chengwu said, "Let's go back."

After Xu Hui and the others were settled, Sun Chengwu took out their long-sealed first-aid kit.

They only had a small amount of alcohol and cotton balls left; they had long since run out of bandages.

The first aid kit wasn't a cure-all. Sun Chengwu used alcohol and cotton balls to treat Xu Hui and Li Daikui's wounds, disinfecting and stitching them up. The rest was up to them.

Xu Hui's team, led by Lao Si, has already been arranged by Lao Luo.

They were all skilled hunters, and Sun Chengwu's team was short of hunters, so he had Lao Si lead the team and arranged for them to go into the mountains.

However, after the polar night arrives, the daily harvest is meager, and sometimes they return empty-handed.

During this time, Sun Chengwu was not idle either; he taught Zhao Na his craft of making small umbrellas.

Zhao Na is now an indispensable member of the team.

She is very skillful and her handicrafts are exquisite. In addition to the small umbrellas, she was also in charge of making the agreed-upon exquisite pottery.

The pottery making was to be handled by Dahei and the others.

Both Dahei and Erhei are recovering quite well, but they have lost a lot of weight. When you are sick, fat is your body's last line of defense.

In fact, looking at everyone in the camp, the survivors were generally not very light. Those who weighed less than 100 pounds had already frozen to death when they jumped into the sea to swim.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, the heavy snow still hadn't stopped, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and the nights were getting longer and longer.

By mid-October, there were less than eight hours of daylight left, with the rest of the time spent in darkness.

The good news is that you no longer need to worry about snow blindness.

The bad news was that their houses couldn't withstand the cold, and the interior walls were covered with a thick layer of ice.

Sun Chengwu simply had everyone pour water on the houses to make igloos. They couldn't block out the cold air, but they could keep out the cold wind.

No matter how cold it is, life must go on. Sun Chengwu warmed himself by the fire, breathing out warm air and rubbing his hands together.

The room was freezing cold.

Sometimes they would wake up from the cold at night.

Animal hides are warm, but they are scarce. Sun Chengwu gave his bear hide to Xu Hui and Li Daikui.

These two people need to keep warm more than he does.

However, the thing Sun Chengwu least wanted to face still happened.

At nine o'clock that morning, just as the sky outside was beginning to lighten, Li Daikui's wife rushed in, her eyes red and constantly wiping away tears. "Daikui is dying."

Sun Chengwu's head buzzed, and he hurriedly ran to Li Daikui's residence.

Xu Hui sat up; his wounds had healed and he was recovering quite well.

Li Daikui lay there, his cheeks sunken, his skin a sickly white, his eyes closed, and his chest barely rising or falling.

He hasn't eaten anything for almost a month; we can only feed him some meat broth.

Although Sun Chengwu had prepared himself mentally, when the day actually arrived, he still felt as if a stone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.