Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

These foreigners seemed to have agreed beforehand, resolutely refusing to leave with Sun Chengwu.

Someone shouted, "This is our home. Even if we die, we will die here."

Someone chimed in, "That's right, you invaded us. Since you want to leave, give us back our freedom! We are democratic, we are free!"

"Yes, you enslave our bodies, but you cannot enslave our souls."

Hearing their cries, Sun Chengwu only sneered, "Williams, I'll give you a chance. If you can handle them, you can manage them from now on."

If you can't handle this, I'm useless to you. I'll send someone else who can.

During the six months he spent stranded in the Arctic, Sun Chengwu learned one thing: to throw problems out there, relinquish authority, and hand them over to his subordinates.

He has to do everything himself. He's a human being, not a god. How much can he manage?

Even if he worked tirelessly, there was only so much he could handle each day.

For such a trivial matter, as long as he is willing to grant the power, people will naturally be willing to risk their lives for him.

Williams had been waiting for this day for a long time.

He originally thought that with his abilities, he could easily take over the battalion by joining Sun Chengwu's side.

Unexpectedly, after all this time, Sun Chengwu hasn't said a single word to him.

Even when there's something to do, I don't take him with me.

It's like they treat him like he's invisible.

Even if Sun Chengwu looked down on him and scolded him, he could accept it.

What he can't stand the most is being ignored.

But he was an outsider, and nobody paid any attention to him.

His brothers, whom he knew well, also remained at the original camp.

He was the only one who was being led around by Wang Hu, that simpleton.

Although Wang Hu can understand English, he has learned Chinglish and is unable to communicate effectively.

Many times he couldn't understand what Wang Hu was saying; he had to repeatedly filter it in his mind before he could figure out what Wang Hu was talking about.

By this time, Wang Hu had become impatient.

Over time, Williams began to doubt himself.

Does he really think he's capable?

Or is it just his own illusion?

After much doubt, he finally got the chance that Sun Chengwu gave him.

How could Williams possibly refuse?

How could he bear to refuse?

He eagerly agreed, "No problem, I can definitely do it!"

Sun Chengwu looked at him coldly, "Whether you do it well or not, I want to see the results. Anyone can talk a good game."

If you think you're capable, then prove it to me.

Williams' pent-up anger from working under Landor, along with his resentment at not being valued during this time, all erupted at this moment.

When a person falls on hard times and then regains power, what will he do?

Punish those who trampled on him.

Williams was once a key general under Lando, but his relationship with Lando deteriorated due to Sun Chengwu's machinations.

When he was down on his luck, the people in the camp mocked and ridiculed him, and even those he had taught a lesson to took the opportunity to kick him while he was down.

Williams's gaze swept over each of them.

These foreigners, seeing Williams and remembering the time when he held power, couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

A Black man shouted, "Williams, would you rather be a lackey of these yellow-skinned monkeys than stand with your fellow citizens?"

Williams looked over and said coldly, "I remember you. When I was being whipped, you were the one yelling the loudest."

"What, I'm not dead? Are you disappointed?"

The young Black man shuddered, shrank back, and protested, "I didn't, you must have seen wrong."

Williams then pointed to several people in the crowd one by one, "You lot, you certainly gave me a hard time back then, didn't you?"

The people being pointed at immediately shrank back into the crowd.

They were still afraid of Williams, not just because of his past power, but also because he was the best fighter in the camp.

Now, as the memories come back, they finally recall the fear of being deserving of Williams.

His status wasn't earned by Lando; it was something he earned himself.

On the contrary, their right to beat a drowning dog is to be subservient to Lando.

After figuring things out, Williams walked up to them. He was nearly two meters tall and lifted a white man out of the crowd.

This white man was also 1.8 meters tall, but neither his height nor his physical strength could compare to Williams'.

In Williams' presence, he was like a slightly older child.

Williams asked, "Are you coming with us?"

The white man nodded repeatedly. He liked China very much and was well aware of the old saying, "A wise man submits to circumstances."

Williams looked up and asked, "Is anyone planning to stay?"

They all wanted to stay, but who was willing to be the first to step forward at this time?

Williams rubbed his fists together, feeling it wasn't enough; he hadn't established his authority yet.

So he pointed to three of the most vocal troublemakers in the crowd and said, "You three come here. If you can beat me, you stay. I'll take responsibility myself."

The three of them shook their heads repeatedly.

Williams once had a record of taking on seven opponents at once.

Even the one who was lightly injured had broken ribs.

The three of them attacked together, and one punch from each of them knocked him down.

Williams, finding the conversation uninteresting, returned to Sun Chengwu and said arrogantly, "How about that? None of them are afraid of me."

Sun Chengwu's gaze towards Williams grew increasingly cold. "Do you think you're so great?"

Williams was taken aback, thinking that Sun Chengwu would praise him, but he didn't expect it to be a question.

He asked somewhat uncertainly, "I...I don't know either."

Sun Chengwu stepped forward and patted Williams' strong arm. "Don't forget who gave you these things."

Cold sweat beaded on Williams' forehead.

He remembered why Sun Chengwu had ignored him before.

It's because he was too proud of himself.

Williams immediately lowered his head. "It is your authority that makes them obey."

Sun Chengwu smiled.

Although he disliked the PUA (Pick-Up Artist) approach, he had to admit that it was incredibly effective against these foreigners.

Especially when the other party has no choice but to back down.

Sun Chengwu didn't forget that prolonged manipulation could backfire, so he comforted him, "I don't have much authority, it's enough for you to maintain yours. From now on, these people will be under your management. If anything goes wrong..."

Sun Chengwu paused deliberately.

Williams immediately chimed in, "If anything goes wrong, it's my problem, and I'll take full responsibility."

Sun Chengwu grunted in agreement. "Alright, I'll give you three hours to get them organized, pack your things, and come back with me."

Williams smiled with relief, "Okay, don't worry, it won't take three hours, two hours will be enough."