Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

As the saying goes, the stubborn fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the reckless.

After Sun Chengwu struck them twice with his stick, no one dared to underestimate them anymore.

Sun Chengwu shouted at Bai Zhan's henchmen, "What are you standing there for? Go and grab it! Anyone who dares to fight back, beat them to death!"

With a leader in mind, Bai Zhan's henchmen swarmed forward and quickly pushed the group of white people out.

No matter how unwilling the white people were, they had no choice but to give in to the overwhelming numbers of the wealthy white man and drag him away, still unconscious.

Before leaving, they stared intently at Sun Chengwu, clearly having made a mental note of him.

Sun Chengwu remained calm and composed.

Seeing this, Bai Zhan praised, "It has to be Brother Sun, awesome!"

Sun Chengwu said, "I want 30% of the fuel in the tank."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhan's expression stiffened. "Brother Sun, you're all alone, and there are more than ten of us. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

You take 10%, we take 90%, and I'll give you my personal share too, just to be friends.

Sun Chengwu also knew that if he took 30% of the profits today, his benefactor would become his enemy.

He stopped there, saying, "Okay, we'll divide it as you said."

Bai Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, venting his anger on his underlings, urging them, "A bunch of useless trash, all of you hurry up and dismantle the fuel tanks! Anyone who's slacking off will be out in the cold outside tonight!"

Sun Chengwu knew that he was cursing at him.

However, we are all adults, and interests come first.

If Sun Chengwu had no value, Bai Zhan wouldn't have treated him so politely.

He has to take his share.

It took almost half an hour to finally remove the fuel tank. A small hole was punched in the fuel pipeline, and almost transparent pale yellow fuel flowed out of the hole.

The group hurriedly dragged over suitcases, which were already stuffed with clothes to catch the fuel.

An airplane's fuel tank holds approximately two tons, and after accounting for the fuel consumed during flight, at least one ton remains in the tank.

If they use it sparingly, it should last for several months without any problem.

But human nature is greedy and selfish.

Such scarce resources must be kept in one's own hands; it is better to waste them oneself than to share them with others.

Sun Chengwu is the same in this respect.

Whoever controls the fuel controls the hope of survival and thus gains the power to speak.

Sun Chengwu understood, and naturally the others understood as well.

The white men who had just left returned, bringing with them more than twenty people, both white and black, all armed, who surrounded Bai Zhan and his group.

The wealthy white heir, clutching his head, pointed at Sun Chengwu and yelled, "You get out here!"

Sun Chengwu stepped forward.

The wealthy white heir retorted, "You're pretty ruthless, aren't you? Now try hitting me again!"

Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "I've never heard of such a bizarre request in my life."

After saying that, he grabbed an icicle hanging from the wing and stabbed it hard into the eyes of the rich white man.

He knew that things wouldn't end well today when he saw the foreigners surrounding him.

The wealthy white man reacted quickly, dodging to the side, but his face was still slashed, and bright red blood flowed out instantly.

Winter wounds are hard to heal. When blood meets the cold air, it spreads across his face, gathers on his chin, and drips into the snow, blooming into red plum blossoms.

The wealthy white second-generation heir pointed at Sun Chengwu and shouted, "Kill him!"

Foreigners swarmed in.

After making his move, Sun Chengwu retreated back into the crowd, shouting, "Run with the fuel!"

The foreigners surrounded them, and soon several unfortunate men were pinned to the ground and punched and kicked.

Those who resisted were beaten even more severely.

Most of them were tall and strong, and some of the black men were particularly muscular, making them almost impossible to defeat in a head-on confrontation.

The snow on the ground was very deep. Sun Chengwu had run less than twenty meters when a black man caught up with him.

Sun Chengwu grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on the black man's face. The steel pipe sliced ​​through the air and slammed down with a whoosh.

The black man's face was covered in snow. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the steel pipe looming large in front of him.

"Oh! Fuck!"

boom!

The black man swayed and fell to the ground.

Sun Chengwu, being a medical student, knew that at most he would faint and suffer a mild concussion, but he wouldn't be killed.

He took this opportunity to escape the battlefield and return to the cabin.

All the eyes in the cabin were looking at him.

Sun Chengwu stood up straight and shouted, "Are you all just going to stay here and wait to die?"

We watched from the window as our own people were beaten.

In this kind of weather, without fire, you'll only last three days before you suffer from hypothermia.

Without food and hot water, you won't even survive tonight.

"Those who don't want to die, grab your weapons and come with me outside! Let's fight those people who are stealing our fuel!"

Only a small number of people stood up.

A few people looked around and, seeing that most people hadn't gotten up, hesitated and sat back down.

Sun Chengwu cursed, "A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Through the window, he saw some more white people rushing out from the direction of the warehouse, and some Chinese taking advantage of the chaos to steal suitcases that were already full of fuel.

Soon, a chaotic battle broke out in the snow, turning the pristine white snow into a sea of ​​red.

Sun Chengwu knew that if things continued like this, not only would the people outside be attacked, but these white people would also rush into the cabin and loot.

The cabin was mostly filled with Chinese people, with a small number of Southeast Asians and Europeans.

At that moment, the cabin and cargo hold seemed to automatically divide into two camps.

Sun Chengwu had no choice but to turn around and jump off the plane. "Those with guts, charge with me! We'll share the fuel we bring back."

Those useless cowards who refuse to move, you can just keep waiting to die!

After Sun Chengwu left, many people stood up.

However, some people were pulled back by their family members and whispered, "Let them go. When they bring back fuel, we can keep warm together when they light a fire at night. There's no need to go and fight them."

They're just a bunch of thugs. You're a highly educated intellectual; what kind of behavior is it to fight with them?

Some people also received support from their families, who said, "Let's go together, so we can look out for each other."

After Sun Chengwu landed, he looked back and saw that there were more than thirty people who had followed him out.

He slowly exhaled.

These people, while they may not necessarily win, at least won't be at a significant disadvantage.

With the addition of more than thirty new recruits, the number of people falling to the ground on both sides increased.

Finally, one of the white men stepped forward and shouted, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Our goal is to survive, why kill each other?"

Someone from Sun Chengwu's side also stepped forward and shouted, "Then have your men retreat!"

The white man who had spoken said, "Let's drag our men back. Nobody lay a hand on anyone. Everyone stay calm. A lose-lose situation won't do us any good."