Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu was worried that once the fire was lit, a second dispute would break out.

There were still many survivors on the plane, but the number was about half that of when they left in the afternoon.

It's impossible that all of these people died; some must have remained in the warehouse, since it contained the most resources.

Sun Chengwu could even imagine the scene of them fighting tooth and nail to seize the supplies and territory in the warehouse.

He wrapped his clothes tighter around himself, leaned against the frost-covered bulkhead, and closed his eyes to rest.

The chill seeped into the cabin walls, through his clothes, and settled on his body.

I can only close my eyes and rest; it's too cold, and I can't fall asleep at all.

The first to give up was the young woman. She was even thinner than the old man, with hardly any flesh on her body. In cold climates, people rely on fat for insulation, and she was already pale and her lips were turning purple from the cold. It looked like she was about to collapse.

Her name is Su Wanqing, a full-time housewife whose only redeeming quality is her ability to endure.

She endured her husband's early departures and late returns, and the unidentified scent of perfume he wore.

She endured the vicious words of her husband's family, who cursed her for her slow pregnancy.

When she couldn't hold on any longer, she didn't ask anyone for help; she just huddled in a corner, trembling.

Sun Chengwu noticed the young woman's unusual behavior.

Just as he was hesitating whether to start a fire to keep warm, a gasp came from the cabin outside.

A glimmer of light appeared in the darkness.

Although the flame was very weak, only the size of a palm, it illuminated the faces of the people in the warehouse, and also illuminated the hope and evil thoughts in their hearts.

Some people's faces showed excitement, while others' faces showed greed.

A person walked towards the direction of the firelight.

The fire was started by a young couple, and the boy looked nervously at the people who came over.

"Hello, I want..."

Before he could finish speaking, a group of menacing young people pushed him aside and stood in front of the couple.

These people were the same group of white-haired youths that Sun Chengwu had encountered and clashed with that evening.

The white-haired youth raised his hand and slapped the boy across the face, cursing, "Get out of here, we've got our eye on this place."

The boy stood in front of his girlfriend, wanting to argue a bit more, when the white-haired youth raised an iron rod and slammed it down on the boy's wrist with a bang.

"what!"

The boy screamed in pain, clutching his wrist until tears streamed down his face.

The goddess quickly pulled the boy away, saying in a panic, "Here you go, we're leaving now."

The white-haired youth occupied the fire, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the cabin. He smiled and said, "We are all victims, so let's share the good fortune. You only need to contribute some of your food to come and get the fire."

See? I'm still very kind.

A cold wind kept blowing in through the broken opening, and the temperature of minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius made the people in the cabin feel unbearably cold.

Even though they huddled together and wrapped themselves in as many clothes as possible, they still couldn't keep out the chill.

This cluster of warm flames illuminates the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

Finally, a middle-aged man couldn't stand the cold any longer and came over, his hands trembling as he opened his backpack, revealing the snacks inside.

The white-haired youth snatched it away, a smile spreading across his face. "This uncle is very sensible. Come and sit down."

Once there's a first, there's bound to be a second.

Soon, a group of people gathered around the fire.

Some people tried to take a fire starter and start a fire themselves, but they found that there was very little flammable material on the plane, and the fire quickly went out.

If they want to come back to warm themselves by the fire, that will cost extra.

Even the couple who had just been bullied by the white-haired youth handed over their snacks and sat humiliated in the corner.

What is dignity compared to two lives?

Once it quieted down outside, Sun Chengwu piled the clothes together, but did not light a fire immediately.

The old man's knee was in unbearable pain, and he was getting anxious, urging repeatedly, "Young man, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and light the fire!"

Sun Chengwu asked, "How long can we burn this little bit of food?"

The old man glanced at it and said, "At most an hour."

Sun Chengwu looked out the window at the cold wind blowing by, mixed with snow, which lashed against the windowpane, forming a thick layer of frost.

He said, almost as if talking to himself, "Yes, it's not the coldest time yet."

The old man kept rubbing his knees, and asked impatiently, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Sun Chengwu said, "Fuel! The only thing that can burn continuously on an airplane right now is airplane fuel!"

Sun Chengwu pointed to the airplane wings he could see outside the window, "The airplane's fuel is stored in the wings. Right now, everyone is still thinking about fighting for food and territory, but I'm sure that as soon as it gets light, some smart people will think about the fuel problem."

The old man's face changed. "You little bastard, are you catching a fever? Don't you have any idea how cold it is outside?"

Going out to get fuel now? You're asking for it! You're practically asking for trouble!

Sun Chengwu was determined. "It's only minus thirty degrees Celsius now. If we wear thicker clothes, we'll be fine. If we wait any longer, it will definitely be too late."

After saying that, Sun Chengwu stood up and walked outside.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but curse, "You little bastard, why won't you listen to advice? If you die, I won't help you collect your body, and I'll give you all your food."

Sun Chengwu ignored him.

At this moment, Su Wanqing silently stood up, her breath steaming in the air, and said, "I'll go with you."

The old man sighed, "Young lady, why are you getting involved with him?"

Su Wanqing said, "Although I have wanted to die many times, I don't want to wait to die; I want to choose how I die."

The old man said helplessly, "Alright, you all go ahead. My old, cold legs are too weak to walk, so I'll hold the door for you."

Sun Chengwu and the young woman each carried a suitcase, opened the cabin door, and walked out.

The old man locked the door from the inside and leaned against the door and window, saying, "You two little brats, don't die out there. Don't make me, an old man, bury my young."

Holding a steel pipe, Sun Chengwu approached the crowd step by step.

The white-haired youth also saw Sun Chengwu, his face immediately stiffened, his muscles tensed, and his eyes were as vicious as those of a hyena on the African savanna.

Neither of them dared to make a move, as they were both wary of each other.

Sun Chengwu passed by them and arrived at the location of the break in the cabin.

A cold wind blew by, and Sun Chengwu couldn't help but shiver. The biting wind felt like a knife, cutting his face with a stinging pain, and his exposed skin turned bright red in an instant.

Sun Chengwu jumped out of the plane; the snow was up to his thighs.

He turned around and helped the young woman down.

The young woman stood on the edge, looking at the nearly two-meter-high drop, and hesitated.

Sun Chengwu encouraged her, "It's okay, I'll catch you, jump!"

Su Wanqing closed her eyes, jumped down, and landed in Sun Chengwu's arms.

The two were very close, and the warm air they breathed made Sun Chengwu's face itch.

He released his grip on Su Wanqing and walked towards the wing.

As soon as he got close, Sun Chengwu smelled a strong odor of fuel.