Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu's gaze was cold.

He reloaded the double-barreled shotgun, walked up to Wanada, and pointed the gun at his forehead.

"You think I'd negotiate with you?"

I'm sorry, I won't entrust my safety to anyone else.

I know the whole story now. You can die.

He did not pull the trigger.

There's no need to waste bullets on someone who's going to die anyway.

Sun Chengwu put away his gun and looked at Lao Yang. "Lao Yang, let's help out."

Old Yang's hands were trembling, and his legs were a little weak.

Sun Chengwu's ruthlessness, and that cold gaze he had just received, made him re-evaluate the young man.

After a while, Wanada's body twitched a few times and then became completely still.

Sun Chengwu lifted his foot and stepped on the bullet hole to confirm that he was really dead. Then he said to Lao Yang, "Lao Yang, let's move the things."

The body was left there, and Sun Chengwu didn't waste his energy cleaning it up.

The two men threw all the guns and ammunition they were wearing into the sea below.

Old Yang looked at the pineapples on the table and wanted to keep one for himself.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he noticed Sun Chengwu looking over.

Old Yang chuckled and threw all the pineapples down.

The two then thoroughly searched the boat, but found almost nothing edible.

However, there are quite a few things that can be disassembled, that are usable, and tools.

With limited backpack space, Sun Chengwu only packed some kitchen knives and plates, pliers, pipe wrenches, and other tools.

He was also carrying a fire axe.

Old Yang carried a lot of household tools, such as pots, pans, chopsticks, etc. After all, he was a married man and knew how to manage a household better.

Sun Chengwu also wanted to find some medicine. There must be a medical room on this kind of ship, otherwise if you get sick on board, you can only wait to die.

They searched for a long time before Sun Chengwu finally found an empty room. Most of the cabinets inside had been opened, and plastic bags, glass bottles, and medicine boxes were scattered on the floor.

Seeing the mess on the ground, Old Yang asked in surprise, "What happened? Did they get the plague?"

Sun Chengwu shook his head.

He pointed to the bottles of glucose, painkillers, cold medicine, and other medicines on the ground and said, "When you come to the Arctic, you need to guard against fever, colds, and other illnesses such as fractures."

Therefore, unless the patient has a specific illness, most medications are for treating colds, fevers, relieving pain, and reducing inflammation.

They must have been extremely hungry and took the glucose back to drink.

Besides glucose, these other drugs have another effect: addiction.

Old Yang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood, "He's almost dead, and he's still thinking about that kind of thing?"

Sun Chengwu scoffed, "It's because he's about to die that he's given up on himself and seeking spiritual comfort."

"Don't even talk about those who are about to die; aren't even those who are still alive seeking these kinds of thrills?"

Old Yang fell silent.

For a hardworking, family-oriented, and honest man like him, such a thing was simply a pipe dream.

He had never even considered it, let alone never had any prior experience with it.

With that money, you might as well buy a durian for your wife.

Sun Chengwu rummaged through a pile of medicine boxes. "Let's look around and see if there are any left."

Be careful, there are a lot of glass bottles, and nobody knows if these Russians have any diseases.

Look, there's blood on these shattered glass shards.

If they have HIV or other similar infectious diseases, the virus can survive for a long time in this low-temperature environment, making it a huge loss for them to contract the virus.

After Sun Chengwu reminded him, Lao Yang quickly withdrew his outstretched hand, his face turning pale.

He hesitated for a moment before putting on gloves and carefully searching.

After searching for more than half an hour, Sun Chengwu finally found some montmorillonite powder, two boxes of amoxicillin that had escaped the disaster, and some traditional Chinese medicine granules.

The remaining medications, including those for treating vomiting and dizziness, have all disappeared.

Even cephalosporins are gone.

Even more outrageous is that there are wine bottles here, and quite a lot of them.

I just don't know if those who take too much will actually combine cephalosporin with alcohol, and the more they drink, the more potent it becomes.

Montmorillonite powder's main component is montmorillonite, which, in layman's terms, is like lubricating mineral cat litter.

Its main function is to retain moisture in the intestines and prevent diarrhea.

Some of these products had their packaging torn open; presumably, they couldn't defecate after consuming them, which is why they gave up on the medication.

As for the other medicines, it can only be said that these people did not search carefully enough. They ransacked the place, leaving the opened packaging on the ground, and there were many shards of glass on the ground. They did not search carefully, which is why Sun Chengwu was able to get them.

The ship also carried accessories such as hammers, mallets, and wrenches.

Sun Chengwu only took the hammer; the other items were of little use to them at the moment, and carrying them would be heavy and a waste of their energy.

However, the clothes and shoes they wore were all high-quality items.

What Sun Chengwu and his group lacked most were daily necessities, especially the cotton-padded clothes and shoes they had prepared for Arctic survival.

Cotton-padded clothing is divided into outer coats, inner wool sweaters, down jackets, and close-fitting thermal underwear.

They did a very good job of keeping warm.

Unfortunately, without food, no matter how warm you are, your body will get colder and colder.

Just like a boiler without coal, even if it can burn to thousands of degrees, without dye, even the most skilled cook cannot cook rice.

Having survived to this day, they didn't care whether the clothes were those of the dead or not; they changed into them first.

After giving Sun Chengwu's bearskin coat to the third son, he wore ordinary cotton-padded clothes and was so cold that his nose was running.

After taking off the dead person's clothes and shoes and putting them on, my body felt warm and cozy after a short while.

The cotton shoes are also very thick, weighing about seven or eight pounds in your hand, and have anti-slip studs on the bottom.

Besides clothing, Sun Chengwu also discovered sleds, ice axes, and alcohol dye.

Unfortunately, all the alcohol dye had been removed, leaving only a small amount of solid paste inside.

Russians like to drink alcohol; I guess they ran out of their regular alcohol and started drinking other types of alcohol.

No wonder they died.

Even if they didn't freeze to death, they would have died of poisoning sooner or later.

The solid alcohol paste was only a thin layer, but there was so much of it that Sun Chengwu dug for a long time and put it in a box, eventually collecting a small bucketful.

Don't underestimate this small bucket; when dry firewood is nowhere to be found, this alcohol can be ignited to boil water and save their lives.

The two of them had been busy for most of the day. Sun Chengwu glanced at his watch and saw that it was already 2 a.m.

They had been on board for seven or eight hours.

Sun Chengwu wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was also sweating, which was enough to prove the warmth of the Russian clothes.

He reminded him, "Old Yang, it's almost time, let's go back first."

We'll call them aboard tomorrow and ransack the ship.

Then see if anyone understands mechanical and electronic engineering, and see if the ship can continue to send signals.

If possible, perhaps we will have a chance to contact the outside world.