Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

These people play cards before bed, before meals, and when they're bored, and their card skills keep getting better and better.

Sun Chengwu only played this game occasionally, so naturally he couldn't beat them.

He rubbed his swollen, red head, glanced at the time, and saw it was already past ten o'clock at night.

He yawned and said, "Alright, you guys have fun, I'm going to rest."

The arrival of the polar night changes not only the external environment, but also people's daily routines.

The traditional work-from-sunrise-to-sunset rhythm is no longer suitable for them here; they can only slowly adapt to moving around in the dark.

Two days passed like this, and Sun Chengwu felt that his life was too decadent.

Thanks to everyone's efforts, the dormitory for the people Xu Hui brought was finally built, and they no longer had to squeeze onto the same kang (a heated brick bed) with their old buddies.

When Sun Chengwu arrived at his new dormitory, the air was still filled with the smell of pine resin.

Thanks to the fact that they usually cut down a lot of trees, the excess timber is piled up, and if it's still not enough, they can go to the place where rafts are built to transport it.

They had enough wood to last them through the polar night.

As for food, although a lot has been given out and there is a shortage, we can manage by eating sparingly and with the occasional harvest.

Sun Chengwu hadn't heard the howling of wolves in the forest for a long time, and guessed that the wolves must have migrated south.

Although this place is separated by the Arctic Ocean, the climate varies from east to west and north to south.

In some places, forests still grow, while in others, glaciers are everywhere. Sometimes, just across a mountain range, there are two completely different climates.

For example, their campsite is surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on the other.

The sea breeze blows from south to north, bringing warm air from the south.

In addition, the ocean has a relatively high specific heat capacity, so it releases heat during the polar night.

The mountains blocked the cold winds from the western plains, and the glaciers in the east blocked the cold air from the land. To the north, the rolling hills kept the warm air trapped in this basin.

Although the concave terrain presents many inconveniences, there are many things that cannot be perfect, so it is best to choose the best option.

Although Xu Hui's original campsite was located on high ground, it couldn't keep out the cold wind, so they could only rely on making a fire to keep warm.

However, the ocean there is teeming with krill and fish, making food acquisition much easier than in Sun Chengwu's area.

Sun Chengwu had never entered the foreign camp where Lando was located, but he could roughly judge that there must be a food source there, otherwise they would not have chosen to settle in the bay, where there was no geographical advantage.

As for the Russian camp and the White House camp, Sun Chengwu did not know their locations.

Sun Chengwu did not know the size of Bai Zhan and the Russians' camp, but his initial judgment was that it would not exceed a hundred people.

All of their camps combined had only three or four hundred survivors.

When the plane crashed, in addition to the dozens of passengers who disappeared due to the broken tail section, and those who died due to various accidents during the emergency landing, there were at least nearly 500 people still alive.

Later, the ice floes broke apart, and Sun Chengwu and his group were unlucky enough to be pushed by the waves to the bottom of the glacier.

The other survivors must have entered the bay and landed at various locations.

In other words, at least a hundred people have died in the past six months due to environmental factors and conflicts.

Sun Chengwu had read many stories of Arctic exploration, and at that time, the British expedition ship encountered ice formation on the sea surface after passing through the Bering Strait.

At that time, the ships were made of wood and had no way to break the ice. They left some people on the ship and the rest stepped off the ice onto an island in the Arctic Ocean.

All they knew was to walk south along the coast, and it took them a full six months before one of them died.

It was winter, during the polar night, and they had no food or firewood. They had to rely on the flesh and bodies of their companions to survive.

And so, they persevered for another six months.

Those who remained on the ship, not receiving any news from them, also chose to disembark and seek rescue.

Instead of heading south, they chose to venture deep inland, hoping to find the indigenous people living there.

But in the end, they also died on that island.

Judging from the case, it was extremely fortunate that Sun Chengwu and his men were able to hold out for six months and only a little over a hundred people died, avoiding total annihilation.

It's not just about luck; it also requires decisive decision-making.

When their ice floes were close to the glacier, if Sun Chengwu hadn't made them jump into the sea, everyone on the ice floes might have perished.

Later in the forest, they lacked food, and if they hadn't been lucky enough to find a squirrel's stored food for the winter, they would have starved to death.

Later, if Sun Chengwu hadn't brought them to settle in this basin, but instead continued hunting in the northern mountains, they would have starved to death.

Of the hundred people who died, those who died were either unlucky or made wrong decisions.

Today, this area is no longer suitable for animals to live in, and they have left to find more habitable places.

They have to keep waiting.

Sun Chengwu lay in bed, his thoughts in disarray. Every decision he made next would determine whether they could hold on for as long as possible.

The pressure on his shoulders was no less than that on the chieftain of the Hadza tribe.

Just as Sun Chengwu was dozing off, a man walked in. His nose and ears were red from the cold, and he breathed out white steam as he said, "Brother Richard, we found it!"

Richard sat up abruptly.

Sun Chengwu's gaze also fell on the person who came in.

The young man said, "When Wang Jian was on duty today, he opened the warehouse a few times."

At first I thought he was doing an inspection, but later I found out that every time he went in, he would go to the toilet after he came out.

I found it strange, so I followed him and discovered that he went to see someone and gave all the food to that person.

I was too far away to see clearly who he was seeing.

Sun Chengwu and Richard exchanged a glance, then got up and dressed.

Guan Fulin and Li Mu were unaware of what had happened. Guan Fulin got up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sun Chengwu said, "Just follow along."

The four of them arrived at the dormitory together.

The shift had already changed, and Wang Jian was resting.

Sun Chengwu entered the dormitory, scanned everyone, and asked loudly, "Where's Wang Jian?"

Except for a small number of people who were in a deep sleep, most people were awakened by the sudden noise.

In the darkness, Wang Jian looked at the four people standing at the door and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Although he thought he had done everything perfectly, at this moment, he knew he had been exposed.

He remained silent, intending to escape under the cover of night.

Chen Bai, who was sleeping next to him, noticed his movement and immediately called out, "He's here!"

Wang Jian turned his head, glared fiercely at Chen Bai, pulled a wooden splinter from his clothes, and threatened, "Shut up!"