Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Everyone's attention was on the corridor outside, except for Lao Yang, Richard, and Guan Fulin, three trusted confidants, who were by Sun Chengwu's side.

They were all shocked when they saw what Sun Chengwu had taken out.

Guan Fulin asked in surprise, "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you...?"

Richard reacted quickly, covering Guan Fulin's mouth to prevent him from saying the rest of his sentence.

Sun Chengwu clipped the magazine into his pistol, glanced at the three men, and whispered, "Don't stray too far from me in a bit."

He tucked the pistol into his waistband and picked up the shotgun.

At close range, a shotgun is actually more lethal, and even a bulletproof vest can't stop it.

Handguns, unless they are large-caliber weapons like the Desert Eagle or a revolver, simply cannot penetrate body armor.

Sun Chengwu did not believe that this squad would not wear bulletproof vests.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

The two team members at the front squatted down and made gestures, while a team member behind them stepped forward to examine the traces.

He turned around, nodded to the team members behind him, and gestured to them that someone was inside.

The corridor was cramped and slippery due to the ice, leaving little room to stand.

Their formation could not be dispersed, so they could only use a long, single-file line.

The captain, a blue-eyed white man, gestured for his team to open the door.

The team members gripped the winch and pulled the iron gate open with force.

Sun Chengwu and the others behind the door all held their breath.

Sun Chengwu also raised his hunting rifle.

He had no experience in shooting people, but in this situation, he could not afford to hesitate for even a moment.

One foot stepped in.

Just then, a man's voice came from outside the door, "What? A ship is approaching?"

Should we evacuate now?

yes!"

The captain glanced at the warehouse and said, "We've arrived at the warehouse entrance and will be able to check the status of the goods shortly..."

There was a moment of silence on the radio, then the voice said, "Confirm immediately, then return."

Sun Chengwu stared at the foot that stepped through the door, his palms sweating with nervousness.

The team leader was equally nervous.

Because he knew there were people inside.

Their terrain was poor, and there was no cover in the corridor. They instinctively assumed that it was a squad sent by the arriving ship.

The other side were also well-trained mercenaries.

It's all about money, why risk your life?

At this point, a firefight was clearly not a wise move. He told his team, "Don't go in yet. Check the condition of the goods at the entrance."

The team members stopped, glanced inside, and turned on the powerful flashlights under their guns, the black, seamless tubes reflecting a cold light.

The team member replied, "The goods are intact!"

The captain decisively ordered, "The rear guard becomes the front guard, four men provide cover, retreat!"

The hatch closed, and the four team members kept their guns fixed on it, covering the retreat of the others.

They were also worried that the people inside might suddenly attack.

Many people believe that war is like what you see on TV, with both sides charging forward recklessly, and people falling down like wheat being harvested.

In reality, war is more about people burying their heads in the sand, with only the muzzle of their guns sticking out, and bullets being thrown around like water.

If drones can be used, then drones should be used.

Use artillery shells if you can.

A well-trained soldier is more valuable than any number of bullets or shells.

This is especially true for special operations, which involve infiltration.

Unless it's a mission that requires sacrifice, most missions prioritize survival.

Once the coordinates are obtained, use missiles to plow the land.

After the four captains withdrew, they blocked the doorway at the end of the corridor.

The four team members each took a small pineapple from their chests, nodded to each other, and then the one at the front opened the hatch a crack.

They pulled the ring at the same time.

Inside the warehouse, the bald man heard the sound of a pull ring and shouted, "Run! Find cover!"

At this point, there's no need to worry about being exposed.

The pull ring was pulled open, and the pineapple rolled into the hatch. At the same time, the four team members closed the hatch and immediately retreated.

Sun Chengwu and his group also heard the sound of the pin being pulled, but most people in China had never experienced war, and many had never even seen a gun or ammunition in their entire lives.

They couldn't react in time.

The bald man had served in the military and was very familiar with that voice.

He was the first to hide behind the seamless steel pipe.

Others reacted quickly and followed suit.

As Sun Chengwu fled, he caught a glimpse of four dark, pineapple-like creatures rolling in out of the corner of his eye. His scalp tingled, his body went cold, and his hair stood on end.

Death was so close to him.

His heart was pounding violently, and the surge of adrenaline gave him tremendous reaction speed and muscle strength.

Almost the instant he saw the pineapple, he ran behind the shelves and lay down on the ground.

"Boom!"

Splash...

First came a violent explosion, followed by a large number of steel pillars scattering and hitting the seamless steel pipes and the ground, making a clanging metallic clanging sound.

Sun Chengwu felt a dense series of whooshing sounds above his head, and a steel ball almost grazed his face as it flew past. His ears burned with pain, and he felt something flowing down his face.

Sun Chengwu's ears were ringing. Four explosions in a row caused a sharp ringing in his ears. He opened his mouth in pain and covered his ears, but it was no use.

In the confined space, the sounds of pineapple explosions echoed continuously. Although they dodged the first wave of steel balls, many of their brothers were still injured as the balls bounced off the walls and steel pipes.

"what!"

Screams echoed, making Sun Chengwu's ears ring. He had no way of knowing how many people were injured, and at this moment he could only wait for the marbles to subside.

After a while, the sounds of explosions and marbles disappeared, and Sun Chengwu slowly raised his head.

If they rushed in together at that moment, Sun Chengwu and the others would definitely not have a chance to survive.

However, the other side clearly misjudged their combat capabilities, believing that Sun Chengwu and his group were professional mercenaries like themselves, and therefore chose to retreat safely.

As a result, these people were spared from death.

Sun Chengwu once thought that with a gun, even if he couldn't kill anyone, he could protect himself.

Now he understood just how big the difference was between ordinary people and professional mercenaries.

Sun Chengwu wiped his ear; his hands were covered in blood.

The warehouse was dark, and he couldn't see anything except the groans of the people around him.

Only then did he realize what was happening, and he immediately raised his gun, aiming it towards the doorway.

No one came in.

The gap in the hatch seemed to be mocking them.

Sun Chengwu was panting heavily, his face pale. He looked at Richard and the others beside him and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you injured?"

Richard shook his head, opened his mouth, and pointed to his ear, indicating that he couldn't hear.

Sun Chengwu couldn't hear either.

Guan Fulin shook his head, blood flowing from his ears, and painfully covered them.

Next to him, the bald man lay motionless on the ground, with a pool of blood beside him.