Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

For the Hadza people, dogs are their lifeblood.

Without dogs, they cannot hunt or travel.

Jim was more distressed than anyone else at the prospect of killing the dog.

But they had to survive.

There is no food or water now; we can only survive by killing the dog.

"Cough cough cough..."

After drinking the blood, Giroud coughed again. If the arrow in his lungs wasn't removed, his condition would only worsen.

The current conditions do not allow him to pull out the arrow.

Giroud felt like he was about to die.

He patted the rear of the remaining dog and said, "Go, take them back to the village and find someone to rescue us."

What he meant by that was, "I'm giving up. Let this dog lead you to a way out."

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

Jim tugged at his clothes, shook his head at him, and then looked at the remaining dog.

The dog whimpered and rubbed against him.

With tears in his eyes, Jim said, "Go."

Although they couldn't understand each other's language, he understood something when the dog stood up, shook off the snow, and walked outside.

The dog turned around and glanced at him.

Old Ma looked at Jim.

Jim nodded, raised his hand with the back of his hand up and his fingers down, gesturing for him to leave.

Old Ma shook his head.

Jim shook his head as well.

When their eyes met, Old Ma saw determination in Jim's eyes.

Then, Jim looked at Su Wanqing and said, "Let's go. There's no need for this old man to die here with me."

Su Wanqing noticed Jim's emotions and grabbed his hand, saying, "Hang in there, someone will definitely come to save us. Da Bai and Xiao Bai have already gone back, and I believe they will relay the message back."

Old Ma pushed Su Wanqing away.

Su Wanqing's tears finally broke free. "Let's go together!"

The surviving dog barked impatiently at the two of them.

Old Ma gritted his teeth, made the right decision, and took Su Wanqing's arm, saying, "Let's go."

Su Wanqing looked at Jim, bit her lower lip, and shed a string of tears.

Old Ma, clutching the dead dog's body, watched them leave, then burst into violent coughing, "Cough cough cough..."

There was blood at the corner of his mouth.

He knew he wasn't going to survive, so there was no need for them to stay and die with him.

Sun Chengwu found Jim a day later.

Big White could smell the blood in the air from afar, and it ran towards Jim, howling as it went.

Sun Chengwu followed behind Da Bai and saw a snow pit with two corpses lying inside, one human and one dog.

Jim and the dog were covered in frost; they had been dead for some time.

Seeing this, the bald man scratched his head and pointed to the arrow in Jim's chest, saying, "This is a fatal wound."

When the four Hadza men saw Jim's body, they broke down, knelt down, and began to pray, murmuring a tune that sounded like a song.

This is their way of mourning when they say goodbye to their loved ones.

Sun Chengwu examined the surrounding traces and saw three sets of footprints heading northeast.

One dog, two people.

This means that at least two people are still alive.

Judging from the footprints, one was large and the other small, and one of them was a woman.

Sun Chengwu's heart was rekindled with hope.

Su Wanqing should still be alive.

What about the others? Are they still alive?

At that moment, a Russian ran over and said to the bald man, "We've encountered two survivors."

Sun Chengwu immediately turned his head and asked, "Where are they?"

After walking for more than two hours in the snow, Sun Chengwu saw the two survivors, both of whom were his men.

Upon seeing Sun Chengwu, the two young men broke down in tears, crying out, "Boss, we've finally met you!"

Sister Su is gone, and Old Ma is gone too.

Sun Chengwu's heart clenched painfully, and he asked, "What exactly happened?"

One of them said, "On our way back, we encountered a polar bear. We tried to drive it away, but the polar bear went berserk and killed one of us and seriously injured another."

The old Hadza man gestured for us to run.

The polar bear kept following us; it wanted to eat us!

Later, when we were crossing the mountain, someone on the mountain suddenly attacked us.

It was very dark, we couldn't see anything, and everyone panicked and ran around everywhere.

When we first started running away, there were quite a few people around us, but as we ran, fewer and fewer people were left, and everyone got scattered.

In the end, only the two of us were left.

We found a sheltered place to hide, and we only had a little food on us, which we had eaten yesterday.

I thought we were going to die, but thankfully the Russians found us.

Then they brought us to see you.

After hearing the whole story, Sun Chengwu clenched his fists and asked, "Who attacked you?"

Both of them shook their heads at the same time. "We don't know, but the Hadza people seemed to recognize them and even called out to them."

We couldn't understand what they were saying.

Then those Hadza people who shouted were killed.

Sun Chengwu didn't know what was going on either. Jim was also dead. It seemed he could only go back and ask the clan chief.

Perhaps the clan leader knows something.

The villages in the Arctic are far apart and there is no deep-seated hatred between them.

He and the village chief learned about the local tribal culture, and that in order to avoid inbreeding, people were expected to intermarry.

Such a massacre should not have happened.

Could it be other survivors?

Nor is it possible.

Sun Chengwu had walked this road many times, but found no trace of human life nearby.

These Russians also arrived here recently, and they are arguably the most suspicious people.

However, it's unlikely that they actively helped themselves find survivors.

Sun Chengwu looked at the bald man and asked, "When you arrived, were you alone?"

The bald man scratched his hat and said uncertainly, "It should be just us, but I'm not sure. This weather is so dark every day, even if someone is following us, I wouldn't know."

Sun Chengwu stopped dwelling on the issue. "Take care of these two. If you keep heading west from here, you'll reach our camp."

Send them back.

I'll go find someone else.

The bald man quickly said, "We'll help you look."

Sun Chengwu did not refuse, "Do you have enough food?"

The bald man nodded. "We can hold out for a while longer."

As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on the dog that Jim was holding in his arms.

Sun Chengwu noticed his gaze and reminded him, "Their bodies must be taken back as well, including that dog."

The bald man was a little disappointed, but not for long, and agreed, "Okay."

Sun Chengwu then said, "In this environment, a person can only live for seven days at most. If you still haven't found them after seven days, then you should take them to the camp."