Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

The foreigner with curly hair was shaking his body more and more.

He covered his head with his hands, as if he had thought of something terrifying.

He let out a sharp cry, "Ah! We're under attack! Enemy attack!"

The equipment malfunctioned, the navigation failed, and all electronic devices were destroyed.

Radio calls went unanswered.

Captain, the captain told us not to panic...

But we got lost.

Everyone knows the captain is still trying to fool us, hahaha...

The captain treated us like fools.

The captain said he remembered the way.

He doesn't remember a thing!

We all knew he was lying to us, but we couldn't tell; we had to keep the captain alive...

No, why let him live?

It was his mistake to go against these desperados. Didn't he deserve it?

We...we...we've been adrift at sea for far too long.

Wait... wait...

The curly-haired foreigner's eyes cleared for a moment. "We attacked them!"

We want to seize their ship!

The next moment, his gaze became cloudy, crazed, and stubborn once again.

His gaze went blank, and he burst into maniacal laughter, "Hahahaha, they brought it on themselves, they deserved it."

We can't go back, and neither can they. Let's all die together.

We've run out of food and dye, and we're drifting on the ocean...

There were no coordinates, no electronic devices, no communication devices...

They left, we stayed.

Those prisoners… no, I’m a prisoner… no, they’re going to eat us!

The curly-haired foreigner is spouting nonsense again.

It's as if there are two people inside him, his emotions constantly shifting, like one person performing a play for two.

However, he provided enough information.

Sun Chengwu roughly understood what had happened from his intermittent, frantic words.

The icebreaker was likely on a mission when it was attacked by smuggling ships, pirates, or an unidentified fleet.

The captain believed himself to be of high enough status and attempted to negotiate with them, even to the point of resistance.

During the battle, all electronic devices were destroyed.

Although he didn't know what methods they used, given how advanced technology is now, Sun Chengwu had reason to believe that this was true.

Without electronic devices, location tracking, coordinates, and radio signals, they would become an isolated island in the Arctic Ocean.

The idea of ​​relying on intuition to return to the mainland is practically a pipe dream.

It turned out they were indeed disoriented; they had ended up in the Arctic.

Having lost food, fuel, and warmth, they had no choice but to eat the original crew members on the ship in order to survive.

However, the manpower was also exhausted.

Some of them used the ship's lifeboats and speedboats to disembark and look for a way to survive.

Some people remained on the ship and continued to sail with the ocean currents.

In the end, everyone on the ship froze to death, leaving only this mentally broken madman.

The whereabouts of another group remain unknown.

It sounds like a fantasy, but every year a considerable number of ships are lost at sea.

The loss of such a large icebreaker is certainly a significant event in history.

The curly-haired foreigner scrambled to his feet, stared at Sun Chengwu, and made a gesture as if he were holding a pistol with both hands. "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!"

The blankets and clothes slipped off him, and the low temperature made him shiver, but he didn't notice at all.

Sun Chengwu gave Lao Yang a wink.

The two people separated and moved to opposite sides.

The curly-haired foreigner kept staring at Sun Chengwu. "Bang! Bang! You're dead!"

Sun Chengwu clutched his chest, feigning pain, "Ah... I've been shot."

The curly-haired foreigner shouted excitedly, "Hahaha, you guys hijacked the ship, I'll kill you all!"

Taking advantage of his excitement, Lao Yang suddenly rushed up from behind and grabbed the curly-haired foreigner's arms tightly.

The curly-haired foreigner, terrified, struggled violently, shouting, "You have accomplices! You despicable bastards! Captain! Captain! Pirates!"

Sun Chengwu stood up again, too lazy to play with him anymore, and took out a hunting rifle from his backpack.

Click...

He flicked the shotgun and cocked it.

The gun was pointed at the curly-haired foreigner's face. "Behave yourself!"

The curly-haired foreigner's face instantly contorted in terror. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll tell you where the captain is, I'll take you there!"

The speed at which their attitude changed was astonishing.

The next moment, the curly-haired foreigner showed an angry expression and loudly questioned, "What are you doing? Aren't we trying to hijack the ship?"

Why are you tying me up?

Sun Chengwu couldn't determine how many personalities were in his body; when a person is in despair, it's not surprising that anything can happen to their mind.

Sun Chengwu didn't ask any more questions. The wool sweater was almost burned to ashes. He threw the quilt on the sweater, dragged the corpse, and piled it on the quilt.

After a while, the blanket caught fire, melting the ice on the corpse.

The oil in the corpse also began to burn.

The air was filled with the strong aroma of roasted meat, which gradually turned into a burnt smell.

Sun Chengwu remained unfazed; the firelight illuminated his face, dispelling the chill in the room.

The curly-haired foreigner met Sun Chengwu's eyes, shuddered in fright, and gradually calmed down.

His dominant personality returned, he stopped struggling, his tense body gradually relaxed, and he wept bitterly, "Waaah... They're all dead, all my brothers are dead."

Seeing that he could communicate, Sun Chengwu took out a piece of dried meat.

He wanted to roast it by the fire.

Noticing the burning corpse in the fire, he hesitated for a moment, then took back the dried meat and handed it to the curly-haired foreigner, "Alright, stop crying, eat something first."

I'll ask you a few questions. I'll ask, and you answer, okay?

The curly-haired foreigner glanced at the dried meat, licked his lips, and nodded, saying, "Okay, go ahead and ask."

He took it, ignoring the dryness and hardness of the jerky, took a big bite, tore off a strip, and chewed it.

He hadn't eaten normal food in a long time.

Sun Chengwu pointed at the corpses and asked, "How long have they been dead?"

The curly-haired foreigner thought for a moment, his gaze somewhat blank. "I don't remember very clearly, but the first person died around the end of November, I think."

Many more died later, the last one dying about two weeks ago.

November is already more than a month in.

It seems that things have been going on for longer than I thought.

What happened to you?

"We were merchants from the Gulf of Alaska, and we encountered pirates while sailing..."

Sun Chengwu frowned, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed directly into the curly-haired foreigner's mouth. "Tell the truth!"

"Waaaaah!"

The curly-haired foreigner immediately raised his hands and shook his head in fear.

Sun Chengwu put his gun away and threatened, "I know more than you think. Behave yourself, or I'll kill you!"