Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Old Yang had no choice but to accept it, whether he liked it or not.

He seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit, looking as if he had aged more than ten years, like an old man with white hair, supporting his back, hunched over, and staggering towards Shi Heng's corpse.

Shi Heng's death was not unjust, because it was he who kept stirring up trouble and inciting everyone to rebel against Sun Chengwu.

His dissatisfaction with Sun Chengwu was the greatest, and it was even written on his face. Coupled with Sun Chengwu's repeated concessions, this was the reason for Lao Yang's misjudgment.

They were injured and it was painful for them to move, but no one pitied them.

They broke through the ice, and Shi Heng's body was thrown into the frozen lake. Soon after, a group of fish swam to the bottom of the ice.

Old Yang's eyes lit up. Now was the perfect time to redeem himself. If he could catch some fish, perhaps everyone would look at them with new respect.

Leaving is out of the question; we need to figure out how to survive.

They had offended everyone in the camp, and from now on they would have to sleep with one eye open, fearing they would be suffocated while sleeping.

Perhaps things were turning around for the better, because they caught fish very smoothly, and in no time they caught more than a dozen big fish.

Perhaps it was because the carcasses had formed a nest, or perhaps these fish had been starving for too long, or maybe their luck had finally turned.

In short, these fish made Old Yang's expression much more relaxed.

He said to his brothers, "We'll keep two of these fish for ourselves, and give the rest away to make some friends."

It's definitely not going to work out with Baldy and Williams. We just had a fight, and giving them the goods would make us look like cowards.

We can give it to Richard or Sun Chengwu.

We are all Chinese, and we used to have a good relationship. Even if it's not entirely our fault, we should still sincerely apologize.

They won't abandon us after all.

Even now, they still believe that the fault is not entirely theirs.

They just want to live, they're a little afraid of dying, isn't that normal?

Who among the living isn't afraid of death?

"Who are you calling fearless of death?"

Guan Fulin and David are chatting.

Guan Fulin sighed, "Old Yang's idea was not wrong, but his approach was."

It's okay to be afraid of death, but you can't be selfish or betray your teammates.

After doing something like this, who would dare to turn their back on him in the future?

David sighed, "Yes, once you've done something like that, you can't trust it anymore."

Once it happens, it will happen again. If it happens again, wouldn't that be a matter of life and death?

I just don't believe it. If my leg weren't broken, I would have gotten up and kicked him twice.

Compared to David, Guan Fulin's situation is much better.

After Guan Fulin's wound healed, he was able to move around freely as long as he avoided strenuous exercise and prevented shrapnel from dislodging.

David will not be able to move his foot for at least three months. He can only lie down most of the time and sit occasionally. Standing up will cause blood to flow downwards and reopen the wound.

David looked at his feet and sighed, "To be honest, sometimes I really think it would be better to die. I'd rather die than be a useless person."

The boss is a good person; he tried his best to save me, and I am very grateful to him.

But sometimes I wonder, why did the boss save me?

Besides providing another mouth to feed and wasting the time of a few people taking care of me, I'm not much of a use for anyone else.

"I'd rather die; at least then no one will be a burden to them."

Guan Fulin advised, "You don't need to think so negatively. This time, Lao Yang brought it on himself. Under normal circumstances, we won't abandon anyone."

What I didn't know was that I wasn't among the first to follow him; many of those who came before me had died.

I watched with my own eyes as Brother Wu gradually became a lonely figure.

He was even more ruthless before.

The reason he now considers his brothers is because he doesn't want any more of them to die.

Old Yang, he brought this on himself. If he had any humanity left, Brother Wu wouldn't have been so cruel to him.

Brother Wu was forced into a corner. If he didn't deal with Lao Yang, morale would collapse and everyone would go back. What would happen to the others in the camp?

Are we just waiting to die?

He saved you simply because he wanted to save you; there was no other reason.

You are a life, and he treats you like a human being.

After saying this, David was stunned for a long time.

He nodded, his tone much firmer, "I will live well."

Old Yang and the others returned to the camp with the fish, his face beaming with smiles, as if nothing had happened.

He approached Richard, placed the fish on the ground, and said, "Hey Richard, look at these fish, they're huge!"

These fish are for you; make soup with them to nourish your bodies.

"I have two more here, I'll give them to Xiao Wu."

Richard glanced at the fish, shook his head, and said, "Never mind, you keep it. I don't like eating fish."

Xiao Wu is in the tent, discussing the next course of action, and doesn't have time to see you for the time being.

"Take the fish with you."

Old Yang's face fell, and he was somewhat unhappy. "What do you mean? What do you mean by taking the fish away? This is just a small token of my appreciation."

I'll go in and find Xiao Wu; I'll give it to him myself. Can you represent him?

Richard reached out and stopped Old Yang. "Old Yang, I think you should understand the situation now. You're not a fool."

Some things can't be made up for no matter what you do, so don't waste your time.

Our next move is crucial, and Xiao Wu specifically instructed us not to meet with anyone.

Old Yang was stunned.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

The fish I was holding was struggling a moment ago, but now it's completely frozen to death, covered with a layer of white frost.

He remained motionless, just like those frozen fish.

Only the white breath he exhaled proved that he was still alive.

Old Yang felt wronged, but didn't know how to express it.

He felt he was right, but everyone else thought he was wrong.

This difference in perception plunged Lao Yang into a state of desperate loneliness.

One of his buddies behind him put his hand on him, "Brother Yang, let it go."

Old Yang lowered his head, remained silent for a while, and then placed the fish on the ground. "If you're not going to eat it, just leave it here. I'm leaving now."

He forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying.

Old Yang turned and left.

His brother behind him stared at the fish on the ground for a long time, then swallowed hard.

They wanted to eat it themselves.

Richard saw through their thoughts, smiled, and said, "If you want to eat it, take it. It's a waste to leave it here; no one will eat it."

Take this back and tell Lao Yang to take care of himself; the road ahead will be difficult.

These words have a double meaning.

The man hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to reach out. "Keep the fish, I'll pass on the message to Brother Yang."

Richard watched them leave before turning back to his tent.

Inside the tent, Sun Chengwu, Zhou Xiaolian, Baldy, and Williams all looked up at the same time. In front of them was the map drawn by Sun Chengwu.