Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

When Sun Chengwu saw the blood, he thought it was ice that had been blown open and the water had melted.

He touched it and found that the bald man's head was sticky and warm.

This is blood, not water.

Sun Chengwu was stunned, his face stiffened, and he shook the bald man's body violently, "Baldy, bald man, wake the hell up!"

The bald man opened his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and asked groggily, "Is it dawn?"

Sun Chengwu hadn't uttered the words "It's dawn" in a very long time.

Since the start of the polar night, the sky will never brighten.

He couldn't help but slap the bald man on the back, saying irritably, "Screw your 'showing off' stuff. Check your own body and see where you're injured!"

The bald man touched his head, checked his body, and asked in confusion, "I'm not injured?"

Sun Chengwu was also taken aback.

If the bald man wasn't injured, where did the blood on his body come from?

Sun Chengwu suddenly looked at Guan Fulin, who was lying face down beside him, and asked, "Guan Fulin, how are you?"

Brother Wu scratched his head, puzzled, and said, "I'm fine, Brother Wu, I just feel a little thirsty."

thirsty!

Sun Chengwu's expression changed, and he hurriedly grabbed Guan Fulin's clothes.

His clothes were wet too.

At first, Sun Chengwu thought it was because of the blood on the bald man's body, but now it seems that it wasn't at all.

It was Guan Fulin's blood that stained the bald man's head.

Sun Chengwu pulled open Guan Fulin's clothes. There were two bullet holes in his chest, clearly shrapnel from a grenade explosion had pierced through his clothes and entered his chest.

One of the shards was very shallow, and you could still see a corner of it sticking out.

However, another piece of shrapnel was very deep. Sun Chengwu gently pressed the wound but could not feel the shrapnel at all, so it must have already entered his body.

Guan Fulin felt thirsty, most likely due to excessive blood loss.

We just don't know how much he bled, or if he had internal bleeding.

Sun Chengwu's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected the other party to throw in four grenades before leaving, clearly indicating they weren't planning to let them go.

Sun Chengwu stared warily at the doorway and said to the bald man, "I'll go take a look. You go find Lao Yang and Richard and check how many brothers are injured."

The bald man grabbed Sun Chengwu's hand, and Sun Chengwu could clearly feel his arm trembling.

The bald man nearly bit his tongue as he spoke, "Holy crap."

Sun Chengwu shook his head and said firmly, "I have a gun."

The bald man looked at the double-barreled shotgun. He knew that although this old weapon could provide some self-defense at close range, it had no chance of winning against modern weapons.

He dodged it.

Sun Chengwu instinctively clenched his fist.

The bald man stared into Sun Chengwu's eyes and asked, "Do you trust me?"

Sun Chengwu slowly loosened his grip.

He took off his backpack. "The bullets are inside."

The bald man smiled, patted Sun Chengwu on the back and said, "I have to go out and see if they've left. If I don't come back, or if you hear gunshots, hide inside."

They didn't know how many of us there were, so they didn't dare to rush in recklessly.

Throwing grenades might cause casualties, but it's better than everyone dying.

Sun Chengwu felt a bitter taste in his mouth, unsure of what to say. After a long pause, he finally said, "I came back alive."

The bald man grinned, wiped the blood from his face, and ran towards the door while bending over.

Sun Chengwu got up and went to check on each person one by one.

Many people had abrasions, but they were not serious because of the cover. Most of the injuries were caused by the bounces, and most were just superficial wounds.

But... there are exceptions.

Besides Guan Fulin, there were two other unlucky guys.

One of them was impaled in the thigh because he couldn't dodge in time; half of the flesh was torn off and hung on his leg, bleeding continuously.

When Sun Chengwu arrived, he was already on the verge of death. His femoral artery had ruptured, and the amount of bleeding was alarming. In a short time, he lost a third of his blood and fell into a state of unconsciousness and shock.

His body was convulsing, and a group of people were holding him down, trying to stop the bleeding.

Another person had his carotid artery severed by shrapnel, and his blood sprayed onto those around him, like a rain of blood, and he died on the spot.

Although Sun Chengwu knew he couldn't save him, he still took emergency measures.

He used a rope to tighten above his brother's thigh where his femoral artery had ruptured, then used clothing to plug the wound to apply pressure and stop the bleeding.

The result is obvious.

In less than half an hour, his body began to convulse more and more violently, and soon his body went limp.

Sun Chengwu's hands were covered in blood. He stopped and said weakly, "He's gone."

Not long after the body softened, it began to stiffen and harden, and the temperature gradually dropped.

Sun Chengwu collapsed to the ground, looking down at the blood on his hands. He could feel his blood rushing wildly to the top of his head.

His head ached, but he felt more angry, mixed with a strange sense of excitement.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

The aftereffects of excessive adrenaline will gradually recover as the body metabolizes.

Sun Chengwu silently took out the pistol and gently wiped it clean.

But the more you wipe it, the more bloodstains appear.

Click...

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet cabin.

At that moment, a hand landed on his hand and pressed down on the pistol.

Sun Chengwu turned his head and saw Richard standing next to him, shaking his head at him.

Richard spoke first, "Calm down."

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "Brother Li, don't worry, I'm very calm."

Saving lives is the priority right now, and I won't act impulsively, but since Baldy has gone out, I can't just leave him there.

"I'll leave this place to you in a bit; I'll go find him."

Sun Chengwu glanced at Guan Fulin, "If Guan Fulin dies, I'll fight them to the death!"

Those who followed him back then.

Old Xu, Wang Dahai, Huang Shi, Lin Can, they're all gone.

Looking back, only Su Wanqing remained.

Sun Chengwu cherished every single one of his brothers.

Two of them were lost today, and Guan Fulin's fate is unknown. Sun Chengwu almost gritted his teeth in anger over this.

He calmly said, "Brother Li, I know the gap between me and them. They are professional killers, while I am just a nobody. I can't beat them."

But I know their purpose; they came for this ship.

The cargo on the ship was very important to them.

That's their weakness.

Sun Chengwu's voice grew softer and softer, as if he were talking to himself. "As long as they want this shipment, they will get back on the ship sooner or later. Even if I can't deal with them head-on, I can still find a way to get another one through a sneak attack."

"Even after they get into the cabin, I can set a trap and trap them here forever."

Although the Chinese people have never experienced war, our ancestors taught us with their lives that a single punch can prevent a hundred more.

The Chinese people are never afraid of war.

At worst, we'll both perish.