Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

"Get ready to act!"

Sun Chengwu lowered his voice, his eyes fixed on the small seal that was less than twenty meters away from them.

He slowly raised the stone spear he was holding in his right hand, and gently touched the yellow stone with his left hand.

Huang Shi swallowed hard and, imitating him, raised his own simple spear.

Both of them held their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Sun Chengwu took a deep breath, suddenly stood up from behind the cover, and almost simultaneously used all his strength to throw the stone spear at the baby seal on the ice.

Huang Shi followed closely behind, gritting his teeth and throwing his own spear.

The two stone spears drew brief arcs in the dim light.

"Pfft!" A muffled sound.

The stone spear that Sun Chengwu threw pierced the little seal's tail with pinpoint accuracy.

Although the stone blade was rough, it still managed to tear open the little seal's flesh.

"Awoooooo..."

The baby seal let out a sharp, painful howl, its body twisting violently as it tried to break free.

Huang Shi's spear veered slightly off course, grazing its back and only making a shallow cut in its thick layer of fat.

The excruciating pain triggered an astonishing will to survive in the baby seal; it dragged the stone spear embedded in its leg and struggled to slide back into the sea.

Sun Chengwu was not about to let go of this opportunity that he had waited so long for.

He drew his military knife from his waist, trudging through the deep snow, and raced toward the injured, struggling baby seal.

The baby seal became even more terrified when it saw someone rushing towards it, and it thrashed about even more violently. Blood seeped from its wounds, staining the ice beneath it red.

Sun Chengwu rushed forward, but the ice was slippery, and he stumbled and almost fell.

He steadied himself, seized the opportunity, avoided the seal's head that might bite, and pounced, using his body weight to pin down the struggling hindquarters of the little seal.

With one hand, he held the spear shaft firmly to prevent it from breaking free, while with the other hand, he plunged the general's knife deep into the little seal's neck near the spine, thrusting it forcefully and then slashing it horizontally!

Warm blood splattered out, staining his hands and face.

The baby seal's cries stopped abruptly; its body convulsed violently a few times before it stopped moving.

Only a pair of round eyes remained, blankly reflecting the gray sky and Sun Chengwu's blood-stained face.

It might only be one month or two years old.

Sun Chengwu, who was starving, didn't care how long it had lived, as long as it was edible.

Sometimes, you have to be this cruel to survive.

The law of nature is survival of the fittest.

Sun Chengwu, panting heavily, lay on the body of his prey, which was gradually losing temperature. His heart was still pounding, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly. The wound on his hand that had just scabbed over reopened, and the blood mixed with the seal's blood sent waves of stinging pain through him.

Huang Shi also ran over. Looking at the seal carcass and Sun Chengwu's appearance, his face showed both excitement and a hint of reluctance.

After all, this seal looks quite round and cute.

People tend to have excessive pity for cute things.

However, the thought of soon having meat to eat lessened Huang Shi's reluctance considerably.

"Quickly, drag it back."

Sun Chengwu shook the blood off the knife, struggled to his feet, and felt his limbs were weak.

The two men worked together to drag the small seal, weighing several dozen kilograms, off the ice and laboriously made their way back to the camp, leaving a red drag mark on the snow.

When Sun Chengwu and Huang Shi dragged the seal carcass back to the camp, Lin Can and Su Wanqing were so shocked that they stood up.

Lin Can exclaimed in surprise, "You actually caught one!"

"Hmm," Sun Chengwu replied briefly.

He placed the seal on the open ground next to the fire, and then sat down as if exhausted, only then feeling the biting cold and the soreness in his arms.

"It's small, not fully grown."

Su Wanqing stepped forward, not looking at the seal, but first looking at Sun Chengwu's hand, "Your hand is injured again."

"It's nothing, just a small cut."

Sun Chengwu twitched the corner of his mouth and rubbed the blood off his hands with snow. "I'll treat the wound. You can take care of the seal. Don't tear the seal skin. You can make gloves; they should be very warm."

Sun Chengwu sat down by the fire and stretched out his hands to warm them.

The old wound on his hand reopened, the flesh turned inside out, mixed with the seal's dark red blood and frozen into ice.

He didn't say anything, but grabbed a handful of clean snow and rubbed it on his hands.

The snow mixed with ice shards rubbed against the wound, feeling like wiping your bottom with gauze.

First came the biting cold, followed by a searing pain.

A vein throbbed on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and managed to rub away most of the bloodstains, revealing the rolled-up flesh underneath.

After rubbing the wound, Sun Chengwu first rinsed it with hot water, then took out a flat metal box from the inner compartment of his suitcase. It contained some disinfectant supplies from the first-aid kit he had taken on the plane.

He tore open a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and pressed it directly onto the long cut on the back of his hand.

"hiss……"

Sun Chengwu gasped sharply, his brows furrowing into a knot, and cold sweat poured down his face.

That feeling was even more agonizing than when I was rubbing snow.

His hands trembled slightly, but he didn't stop. He carefully cleaned the wound inside and out. The medicine seeped in, and the pain made his fingers curl up.

Next, the tiger's mouth (the area between the thumb and index finger) was probed with a cotton swab, and another grimace was heard.

After using two cotton swabs, the wound was barely treated.

The band-aid is too small to cover it.

He found a reasonably clean shirt and tore off two strips of fabric.

First, boil the cloth strips in hot water for a while, then moisten them with iodine and wrap them tightly around the wound.

He held one end in his teeth and pulled hard with his other hand, tying a tight knot.

The rough strips of cloth dug into my flesh, it hurt, but it also gave me some peace of mind, at least the bleeding had stopped.

He carefully packed away the remaining belongings and put them back in their original place.

This stuff is depleted as you use it, and there's nowhere to replenish it.

On the other side, Lin Can squatted next to the seal carcass.

Su Wanqing's face was a little pale as she stood to the side, helping Lin Can with his work.

Huang Shi stoked the fire and melted a large jar of snow water to prepare for the future.

Lin Can didn't rush to use the knife; he first touched the skin under the seal's neck.

Then he picked up the military knife that had been heated over a fire, the blade glowing red-hot, and plunged the tip under the seal's chin, steadily pulling it down along the midline of the neck, past the belly, all the way to the base of the tail.

The red-hot blade made a sizzling sound as it touched the fat, and a foul, burnt smell filled the air.

After working for almost half an hour, it was finally possible to peel off the entire seal skin, which still had a lot of white fat hanging inside.

Lin Can didn't waste any time. He spread the seal skin out on the clean snow and used a knife to scrape off the grease bit by bit.

This is just a baby seal; its skin is only enough to make one pair of gloves.

Next, Lin Can cut the seal meat into several pieces, skewered a small portion with wooden sticks, and roasted it next to the fire, which was a small luxury.

After all, grilling meat will render out the fat inside.

What they lack most right now is fat.

Soon, a drop of oil fell from the piece of meat with a sizzle and landed in the fire, leaving a charred patch.