Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu walked out of the cave and looked down at the dark, deep rift valley. The surrounding area was all smooth glaciers, and he couldn't find a way down.

Even if we find it, what good will it do?

At that height, a person would have been smashed to pieces long ago.

Just then, there was a noise behind them, and the bald man came out.

Sun Chengwu stared at him warily.

The bald man said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you helped me last time, but I kept it from you."

But please believe me, it was definitely not us.

Sun Chengwu knew that it couldn't have been them who did it, otherwise they would have acted just now, instead of waiting until now.

He asked, unwilling to give up, "You really didn't see anything?"

Even the slightest clue would be helpful.

The bald man said apologetically, "It was too dark, and I didn't recognize them as your men at first, so I didn't go up to them."

Sun Chengwu nodded.

He returned to the top of the Great Rift Valley, along the ridge, back to the crime scene.

The bald man explained, "We want to come and seek refuge with you. I'm not lying about that."

But we got lost and kept going in circles.

When I got to this area, I heard a loud bang, followed by shouts.

I didn't recognize them at the time, so I thought I'd observe them first.

I didn't recognize them until your people ran this way; they looked like your people.

By the time I recognized them, it was too late; they had already run towards the Great Rift Valley.

I think he wanted to save people, so I kept chasing after him.

I saw someone running down into the Great Rift Valley, so I ran after them.

Then we saw them fall.

I discovered the cave later.

When we got back to the ridge, we saw a group of people unloading the food from your car.

We shot two arrows, they looked up at us, and then ran off with the food.

We walked over and saw frozen meat scattered on the ground halfway up the mountain.

We were so hungry that we carried the food back to our house to eat.

I've been looking for you these past few days, but I haven't been able to find you.

I was worried that if I told you the truth, you would suspect that we did it, so I decided to keep it a secret to avoid trouble.

Sun Chengwu asked expressionlessly, "How long has it been?"

The bald man replied, "That happened two days ago."

Sun Chengwu murmured, "Two days..."

For two days, without fire or food, even those who miraculously survived would not live.

Sun Chengwu led Da Bai and Xiao Bai to the ice cart and said to them, "Whether we can find them or not depends on you."

Big White and Little White sniffed around in the car, looked up at Sun Chengwu with a puzzled expression, and then bared their teeth at the bald man.

Sun Chengwu's gaze fell on the bald man again.

The bald man cried out in a panic, "It really wasn't me! I swear to God!"

Little White and Big White are not dogs, nor have they undergone professional training; they smell meat.

Sun Chengwu was somewhat desperate.

He said to the bald man, "I saved your lives back then. I don't ask you to exchange your lives for mine, nor do I hold you accountable for not saving me. This is only human nature."

I'm now using this favor to ask you all to mobilize and help me search for people along the ridge.

I won't let you help me for nothing.

"Find a living person, and I'll give you 100 jin of meat."

Baldy and his men were short of food, and he simply couldn't refuse Sun Chengwu's offer.

He quickly agreed, "Okay, I'll go back and tell the boss right away!"

Sun Chengwu, along with Da Bai, Xiao Bai, and the four Hazara people, set off ahead, searching along the mountain ridge.

The footsteps on the ridge were disordered, and some footprints, after running, became just a single trail that slid down to the edge of the great rift valley.

Sun Chengwu could imagine how desperate they were back then.

This land is far more dangerous than Sun Chengwu imagined.

Meanwhile, more than ten kilometers away from Sun Chengwu, Jim lay weakly on the ground in a snow pit.

Two dogs were lying next to him.

Across from Jim, Old Ma was breaking off tree branches, trying to start a fire by rubbing them together.

The situation was too critical at the time, and they had taken nothing with them, having also eaten the little food they had left.

Old Ma was trying to start a fire by rubbing sticks together.

His hands were so cold they were trembling, and he could barely hold the stick. After drilling for a long time, he only managed to make the bottom of the stick a little black, without even producing a smoke.

Su Wanqing is taking care of Jim.

Jim had an arrow lodged in his chest, which had pierced his lung.

Jim's chest rose and fell slightly, occasionally bulging violently, followed by a series of coughs.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jim opened his eyes and glanced at Su Wanqing and Lao Ma.

Neither of them understood Russian, so they couldn't communicate.

Old Ma failed again, threw the stick far away, stood up and said, "I'm going to find something to eat."

Su Wanqing grabbed him and said, "No, it's too dangerous."

Old Ma said, "I promised the boss I'd protect you. We can't last long without food; he's already hypothermic."

Su Wanqing glanced at Jim and loosened her grip.

Old Ma said, "Take good care of him."

At that moment, Jim suddenly called out, "Wait!"

Old Ma couldn't understand what Jim was saying, but he still subconsciously looked at him.

Jim, breathing weakly, raised his hand and placed it on a dog beside him.

He looked at the Alaskan Malamute with some pain, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Then, he shakily pulled a short knife from his waist.

The dog licked Jim's face and whimpered twice, as if it understood something.

Jim handed the knife to Old Ma.

Old Ma also understood something.

He looked at the dogs and said, "They can come with me on the hunt."

Jim couldn't understand what Old Ma was saying; he just kept handing over the knife.

Old Ma couldn't help but curse, "Fuck!"

He turned around, took the knife, and squatted down in front of the dog.

The dog rubbed against Jim, then walked over to Old Ma and climbed down.

Seeing such a well-behaved dog, Old Ma couldn't bear to do it.

But if they don't kill the dog, none of them will survive.

He closed his eyes, grabbed the dog's head, and plunged the knife into the dog's chest.

Warm blood gushed out.

The other dog saw this and kept pacing back and forth, whimpering.

Jim stroked the other dog's head, closed his eyes helplessly, and tears streamed down his face.

Blood gushed out, and Old Ma aimed it at the wound, drinking continuously.

Having drunk his fill and felt warmer, he wiped the blood from his mouth and brought the dog's body to Jim's side.

Jim also took a big gulp.

Finally, there's Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing subconsciously stepped back, but then she remembered something and mustered up her courage to try taking small sips.

She didn't drink much, but she accidentally choked and squatted on the ground coughing continuously.

She covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.