Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu walked to Li Daikui's side and softly called out, "Brother Daikui?"

As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, Li Daikui's eyelids twitched, and his fingers moved as well.

But that's about it.

He was too weak.

Sun Chengwu knew he could hear him, so he took Li Daikui's hand and whispered in his ear, "I know what you want to say. I will take good care of my sister-in-law. I will definitely take her back."

Li Daikui snorted, twitched his fingers, and barely managed to grasp Sun Chengwu's fingers.

Then, his hand loosened and fell.

This scene was witnessed by Li Daikui's wife, who cried out, "Daikui!"

Xu Hui couldn't help but shed tears, "Da Kui, my brother, I'm so sorry..."

Xu Hui's brothers from the camp rushed over upon hearing the news.

The third and fourth brothers had just entered when they knelt down beside Li Daikui and burst into tears.

Li Daikui had always taken good care of them, but he didn't even get to see them one last time.

The entire room was filled with an atmosphere of grief.

Although the people in Sun Chengwu's camp were not familiar with them, they were also affected by this atmosphere. Thinking of the way their loved ones had died, they all had tears in their eyes.

Sun Chengwu stepped out of the room, and the cold wind made his eyes hurt.

He rubbed it; it was a little damp.

Before long, a layer of white frost appeared on my eyelashes.

After a while, Zhou Xiaolian also came out.

Her eyes were red and swollen; she had just been crying.

She asked, "Will you hold a funeral for Da Kui?"

Sun Chengwu hummed in agreement.

Zhou Xiaolian said softly, her voice choked with emotion, "Thank you."

After dark, the group carried out Li Daikui's body. Since there was no coffin, they could only place him on a wooden plank.

The original plan was cremation, but Li Daikui's wife approached Sun Chengwu and said, "Cremation consumes too much firewood. I believe he certainly doesn't want to waste so many resources after he dies."

It's freezing cold now, so digging a hole is hard work.

Let's bury him at sea.

It takes a lot of courage for a woman to say these words.

Sun Chengwu had lost count of how many people he had seen off: Old Xu, Dahai, Huang Shi, Lin Can…

He couldn't even remember the names of some of them.

Li Daikui's brothers carried him to the beach.

Standing on the glacier, the biting wind felt like knives, mercilessly slicing across everyone's face.

Sun Chengwu felt a series of stinging pains coming from his cheekbones.

No one present complained of feeling cold.

They stood silently at the edge of the glacier, with surging waves below, the dark seawater constantly crashing against the glacier.

The separation eventually came.

The crowd threw Li Daikui down.

His body, like a free fish, fell into the sea and disappeared with a single wave.

The crowd stood there for a long time before turning to leave.

Finally, only Li Daikui's wife remained.

Sun Chengwu stood with her for almost half an hour, his hands and feet becoming numb with cold, before reminding her, "Sister-in-law, you should go back, otherwise your body won't be able to take it."

Li Daikui's wife hasn't cried since she arrived here.

The moment I turned around, I finally couldn't hold back my tears.

She tried to suppress her sobs, but she couldn't control them. There was no one around. She knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

Sun Chengwu helped her up, saying, "Sister-in-law, it's time to go back."

It took Sun Chengwu almost dragging and pulling Li Daikui's wife back to the camp.

She fainted as soon as she got back; her body was burning hot.

Sun Chengwu quickly called over Su Wanqing and Fang Wei, "Sister Su, Fang Wei, you two take turns taking care of her."

She was devastated, and recently she's been taking care of two people; she's exhausted.

In the absence of medication, fever is a very dangerous thing, and the only way to prevent her organ failure is through physical cooling.

However, too rapid a drop in temperature is also not good, as it can worsen the condition. The body's immune cells need high temperatures to maintain their activity in order to kill the virus.

This is a job that requires patience and meticulousness.

Around 10 p.m., Sun Chengwu dragged his tired body back to his room and lay down.

Li Daikui and he had a very good relationship; Li Daikui was one of his mentors.

He had been relatively calm, but now that he had calmed down and was listening to the breathing of the people around him as they slept, his emotions suddenly surged and his eyes burned.

He took a deep breath to hold back his tears.

He can't cry; he has to be strong.

He cannot show his vulnerable side to anyone.

The next morning, before dawn.

Sun Chengwu arrived near the glacier crevasse where Lin Can had fallen, without even having breakfast.

He lay down, and his agitated heart gradually calmed down.

I don't know why, maybe it's because ever since I became a mother, whenever I encounter problems, I want to talk to Lin Can here.

He lay there for over an hour, talking to Lin Can at length, and only then did half of the anger he had been holding in dissipate.

No one knows how much pressure he was under.

The operation of the camp, the need to find a way back, food, the polar night—all these problems weighed heavily on his thin shoulders, making it hard for him to breathe.

To put it irresponsibly, Sun Chengwu could simply ignore them and not care about anything else.

Just like what he said to Bai Zhan on the plane back then: I only care about my own life and death, and it's none of my business.

But things are different now.

He has partners and friends; his feelings cannot be faked.

With worries come pressure.

While lying down, Sun Chengwu saw a person coming down the mountain, thanks to the faint morning light.

Almost an hour later, Ye Zhi Qiu finally reached the top of the mountain, breathing heavily. "Brother Wu, a group of people came to the camp and said they want us to hand over Lao Diao and Xiao Hai."

Richard and his men are confronting them. You should go back and check on them.

Sun Chengwu nodded.

He could roughly guess that this group of people were the same ones who were vying for power with Bai Zhan.

The fact that they came to our door means that Zhan failed.

To Sun Chengwu, this seemed like a fantasy. Although Bai Zhan was younger than him, he held an invincible image in his mind.

Did Bai Zhan fail?

Is he dead?

Or did they run away?

Sun Chengwu got up, slid down the snow slope, and said, "Let's go."

Back at the camp, almost three hours had passed since the group of people came looking for them.

They couldn't communicate with Richard and the others, and they argued for a long time, each speaking their own language.

Later, after they got tired of hurling insults at each other, and because this group was small in number and dared not make a move against Richard's dozen or so men, the stalemate continued.

When Sun Chengwu returned, he asked, "What happened?"

Sun Chengwu saw that there were seven people in total. The leader was easy to spot. He was a bald man, 1.9 meters tall, with a broad back and thick waist, blue eyes and a high nose. He had a typical Scandinavian look, and there was a chance he was Russian.

The Russian guy rattled off a whole bunch of things in his thick accent.