Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Although we jokingly call the Russians a "fighting nation," they are not actually brave but reckless; they just prefer to solve problems through violence.

If you can take action, you should never talk nonsense.

Seeing that he couldn't win a head-on fight, the bald man immediately adopted a ground strategy, which involved dragging Williams to the ground and using hand-to-hand combat techniques to minimize the physical gap between the two.

When the opponent trembled in close combat, Williams' large muscles and long arms became ineffective, while the bald man's well-proportioned physique allowed him to better utilize his strength.

The bald guy is clearly trained. For Russians, going to the gym and learning boxing and martial arts when they have free time is a great form of entertainment.

Williams' training seemed to consist only of boxing. As soon as he stepped onto the ground, he trembled and fell into a disadvantageous position, getting grabbed by the bald man's back several times.

If it weren't for the fact that he was strong and had a large enough piece of meat, he would have been knocked out by the bald guy long ago.

The two sides fought fiercely, with screams echoing from the surrounding crowd.

In the end, the Russians, who outnumbered the Americans, gained the upper hand, surrounded the Americans, and beat them mercilessly on the ground.

Only Williams and the bald man remained, their fight undecided. Some tried to help the bald man, but he shouted to stop them, "Don't come any closer! I refuse to believe I can't beat him!"

At this moment, the veins on the bald man's forehead and neck were bulging, and his head and body were congested with blood, making him look like a boiled egg.

He grabbed Williams' left leg and left hand, intending to end the fight with an armbar.

Williams realized his intention and kept his other hand on his leg to prevent him from using it for leverage.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate for a long time. In the end, the bald man's endurance was slightly inferior, and Williams seized the opportunity. He stood up, grabbed the bald man's body, and slammed him to the ground.

The ground was covered in snow, so the injury wasn't serious, but it was extremely humiliating.

The bald man wrapped his legs around Williams' waist, reached for his back again, and put one arm around Williams' throat, intending to use the guillotine.

However, he was not tall enough, so Williams put one arm in front of his carotid artery to avoid being strangled and losing consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

Both were experienced fighters, but due to physical limitations, the bald man had no choice but to abandon the guillotine once again and instead try a rear naked choke.

He grabbed Williams by the back, using his advantage to gradually wear down Williams' stamina.

Williams also defended against the naked choke.

The ground tremors lasted for more than half an hour. Sun Chengwu couldn't stand it anymore and said to Wang Hu, "Go and separate them."

Wang Hu witnessed the two men trembling the entire time, and asked somewhat nervously, "Can I beat them?"

Sun Chengwu was both annoyed and amused. "I told you to separate them, not to fight both of them. You overestimate yourself. Either of those two is someone you can't beat."

In the world of combat sports, weight is very important.

Weight determines strength and endurance. Although Wang Hu fights recklessly, he still can't compare to these two in terms of physical attributes.

If we're talking about who on the team can beat them, Old Ma is one of them.

However, Old Ma has never studied combat, so he'd probably be taken down in one move.

Wang Hu was a little unconvinced and said stubbornly, "I've practiced martial arts. In a real life-or-death battle, they definitely couldn't beat me."

Sun Chengwu neither agreed nor disagreed.

Traditional martial arts are declining nowadays. The truly amazing ones are the secret techniques that are not passed down to others. But as the saying goes, they are secret techniques that are not passed down to others, and most of the killing techniques have been lost.

Sun Chengwu wasn't trying to boost others' morale or diminish his own; rather, many traditional martial arts evolved from self-defense techniques involving weapons.

More often, it serves as a temporary defense when weapons are dropped.

To be truly lethal, one must wield a weapon.

But now there's something even better: a gun.

Whether it's the long spear of ancient times or the gun of today, it is the king of weapons.

Therefore, countless [businesses] declined.

Western combat sports are not entirely Western combat sports; they incorporate elements of Jiu-Jitsu, Mongolian wrestling, Western boxing, and traditional Eastern martial arts, ultimately evolving into unrestricted combat sports.

If you put him among ordinary people, he'd just be a jack-of-all-trades, master of none, and use whatever's useful.

He didn't call out Wang Hu's boasting, but urged him, "Just go when I tell you to. Stop whining. If you fight any longer, one of you will definitely die."

Wang Hu went over and shouted, "Alright, you two stop fighting."

The two men got really angry and ignored each other, glaring fiercely at one another.

Feeling humiliated, Wang Hu stepped forward and kicked one of them, yelling, "Didn't you hear me? Stop hitting him! Let go!"

Through the crowd, they saw Sun Chengwu's cold gaze.

Williams released his grip first, scoffed, and said, "Bald guy, you're lucky."

When the bald man heard Williams insult his baldness, he retorted angrily, "I shaved my own head, I'm not bald, you idiot!"

He gave Williams the middle finger.

Williams returned the middle finger, saying, "Next time I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."

The bald man retorted, "Big mouth, big body, small dick, what are you pretending for?"

Just now, when they were fighting, the bald guy took the opportunity to pinch Williams. It's normal for him to be small in this freezing weather.

But what man wouldn't get angry after being insulted like that? Williams immediately snapped, "You little brat, how dare you talk to me like that?"

The two sides exchanged words back and forth, neither daring to lay a hand on the other, and the argument devolved into a war of words.

Sun Chengwu shouted, "Alright, stop arguing."

His voice was much softer than Wang Hu's, but after hearing it, both of them obediently shut their mouths, only giving each other a defiant look.

Sun Chengwu said calmly, "You've already hit them and cursed them, you've vented your anger, haven't you?"

We'll be living together from now on, so let's not make things ugly. Just make it passable.

"Once we reach the new camp, I will arrange for you to live in the same place. If you become enemies now, how can you live together in the future?"

Both of them objected after hearing this.

The bald man complained, "Brother, we can be self-sufficient. I don't want to live with them."

Williams didn't say anything. He was unwilling, but he had been beaten by Sun Chengwu and couldn't argue back until now.

Sun Chengwu merely glanced at the bald man and asked, "How long will your food last?"

The bald man did the math for a moment and said awkwardly, "About three days. If we eat sparingly, a week should be enough."

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "It's only a week, and I'll just be back at the camp."

"Where will the food come from for the rest of the journey and the subsequent relocation?"

The bald man stammered for a long time, wanting to say he would eat Sun Chengwu's food, but he was too embarrassed.

Sun Chengwu pointed at Williams and the others and said, "Each of them can take out thirty catties of food, which will be your rations for the journey."