Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

The third brother's face was white from the cold, and one of his hands was wrapped in a rope.

His hands were frozen stiff, and worried that he wouldn't be able to hold on, so he deliberately wrapped his wrists several times to dangle himself above the water.

With his other hand, he struggled to unzip the jacket and took off half of it, but he couldn't take off the other half because his wrist was caught on the rope.

His face was already frosty, his body was trembling, and he cried out in a trembling voice, "Help...help me."

A rope fell beside him.

Sun Chengwu shouted, "Grab him!"

The third brother wrapped the rope around his arm and tried to shout, "Got it!"

Sun Chengwu and Lao Yang grabbed the rope together, shouting, "Pull hard!"

With everyone working together, they pulled the third brother to the shore.

Sun Chengwu loosened the rope, grabbed the clothes, and dragged the third brother onto the ice.

Old Yang went to untie the rope wrapped around the third brother's other arm.

Sun Chengwu calmly, almost indifferently, reminded us, "That rope is crucial to whether we can climb up. Don't let it come loose."

Old Yang's expression hardened, and he quickly gripped the rope in his hand.

He looked at Sun Chengwu in shock, suddenly unsure whether to praise him for his calmness or indifference, for remembering the rope hanging there when lives were at stake.

After the third brother got ashore, Sun Chengwu immediately took off his clothes and draped them over him. He then took out a clean inner lining from his backpack and dried the third brother off completely.

Even so, the third brother was shivering from the cold, his lips were frighteningly white, and he looked like he might go into shock at any moment.

Sun Chengwu said to his brothers behind him, "Old Yang stays here. You guys take Lao San back to the shore to start a fire. Make sure to keep his body temperature up."

Notify Richard and his men to come and provide support.

Sun Chengwu took off his bearskin coat; he was also very cold at that moment.

Fortunately, they all brought spare clothes. Sun Chengwu took out another down jacket from his backpack and put it on. Although it wasn't as warm as the bearskin coat, it could at least block out the cold wind.

He took the rope from Old Yang's hand, pulled hard, and made sure it was hooked.

His eyes were sharp as he looked up at the iron ladder above, trying to figure out if he could climb up and grab it in one go.

Old Yang seemed to have guessed Sun Chengwu's thoughts, and his face turned pale. "Xiao Wu, don't take the risk!"

Sun Chengwu tugged on the rope. "You've come this far, are you really willing to give up without going up and checking things out?"

He hadn't originally planned to come and try his luck.

But since he was already there, he couldn't sleep without figuring things out.

Old Yang volunteered, "Then I'll go first."

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "Your body isn't as strong as mine. I'm worried you won't be able to hold on and will fall."

Old Yang puffed out his beard and glared, arguing, "Bullshit! I'm perfectly healthy, I'll go first!"

Sun Chengwu shook the map and simply tossed Old Yang a rope, the other end of which was tied to himself.

He looked at Lao Yang calmly and said, "Lao Yang, stop arguing. If I fall in, just drag me to the shore."

You still have one piece of clothing in your bag, right?

"I probably won't have the strength to take off my clothes then, so take off my clothes and pants first, and then wrap me in dry clothes."

After saying that, Sun Chengwu didn't give Lao Yang a chance to react. He pushed off with his feet and was already swinging in the air.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and beneath his feet lay the cold, dark seawater. Sun Chengwu only glanced down before feeling dizzy.

He doesn't have thalassophobia, but the current situation doesn't allow him to relax even a little.

Sun Chengwu gripped the rope tightly, his palms burning from the friction.

Thanks to his hard work in the Arctic, his palms were already covered with calluses. These calluses, rubbing against the rope, prevented him from slipping down so quickly.

Sun Chengwu had no climbing experience, but he relied on his arm strength, with the rope wrapped around his palms, and pulled himself up with all his might.

Then, the feet overlapped the rope to form a knot, which allowed the feet to gain some leverage.

As he rubbed upwards little by little, Sun Chengwu felt his arms ache and swell, his palms were sore from being squeezed, and he had very little strength left.

He stopped, looked up at the iron ladder just inches away, took a deep breath, and pulled himself up again.

I used to see firefighters climbing ropes on TV and it looked so easy, but when I tried it myself, I realized how difficult it was.

It's not just about strength, but more about technique.

Finally, he was able to touch the iron ladder with one hand.

The iron ladder was covered with ice, and the moment you touched it, you felt a bone-chilling cold.

The ice was slippery, making it difficult for him to grip.

Sun Chengwu tried many times but could not get a grip on the iron ladder. He could only continue climbing until his arm passed through the iron ladder and his body was hanging in the air.

He was so exhausted that he almost collapsed. He stopped to rest for a while, then looked down at Old Yang and gave him a thumbs up to indicate that he was alright.

Old Yang also breathed a sigh of relief. Sun Chengwu had almost fallen several times just now, which showed that he had enough stamina.

After resting for a while, Sun Chengwu continued climbing upwards.

On the ice, Lao Yang's body had completely blended into the darkness, becoming a black shadow, his face obscured.

After climbing for a while, Sun Chengwu finally stepped onto the iron ladder.

He kicked the ice a few times to break it and prevent himself from slipping while climbing.

Looking up, there were still five or six meters to the side of the ship. Now it was time to climb the ladder, which wouldn't require too much physical exertion.

Sun Chengwu was worried about encountering problems after climbing up, so he conserved some energy and climbed slowly.

Reaching the top of the ship's side, Sun Chengwu grabbed the railing with both hands and pulled himself up with all his might.

He climbed over the fence, lay down on the cold deck, and gasped for breath.

The snow on the deck was so thick that it could bury his entire body when he lay down.

Although Antarctica is very cold and few people go up to the deck, the snow on the deck needs to be cleared every day, otherwise it will freeze and become even more difficult to clear later.

But now, the snow is so thick that Sun Chengwu can feel the hard ice layer below. Is no one going to come out and deal with it?

Sun Chengwu looked toward the cabin, where it was pitch black, without a single ray of light.

Sun Chengwu shivered for no reason and suddenly felt a chill.

Those who study medicine are all materialists, but now, Sun Chengwu feels that he is becoming a bit idealistic.

This has to be a matter of idealism. Where did everyone on this ship go?

Could it really be what Lao Yang said, a ghost ship?

creak... creak...

Sun Chengwu trudged through the snow and headed toward the captain's cabin.

The sound of trampling was especially loud at night.

Sun Chengwu was no longer considering the consequences of being discovered; his priority now was to figure out what was going on on this ship.

He could understand that there were no lights in other areas, as it was to save energy.

But the captain's cabin was completely dark.

Moreover, there was no sound of machinery on the ship, and no sense of human presence.

The ship looked as if it were dead.