Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu, on his skis, rushed back to the place where everyone was temporarily resting as quickly as possible.

When he returned, everyone saw the wild rabbit he was carrying, and the eyes of the few people who had been somewhat listless from hunger lit up.

But seeing his solemn expression, her joy was suppressed.

Lin Can asked sharply, "What's wrong? Are you in trouble?"

Sun Chengwu tossed the rabbit to Su Wanqing to deal with, and while taking off his skis, he recounted in a low voice how he had encountered the lone wolf.

Upon hearing that the lone wolf who had once attempted to raid the camp had followed them all the way here and even launched an attack when Sun Chengwu was alone, everyone's expression changed.

Lin Can frowned. "That beast... he really holds a grudge!"

Sun Chengwu rubbed his hands, which were numb from the cold, breathed on them to warm them, and said breathlessly, "It was starving, but it didn't dare to provoke a large group of animals, so it could only stare at us."

Moreover, it has become clever and knows how to avoid our arrows.

On the way back, you must be extra careful; someone must accompany you to the restroom, and you cannot be alone.

Everyone agreed.

After a short rest, Sun Chengwu began processing the rabbit meat.

Big Black and Little Black went to collect firewood.

Richard sat to the side, somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do.

Sun Chengwu looked at him and said, "You still have a fever. If you want to help, pick up some stones and put them around the fire so it won't be blown out by the wind."

With something to do, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For someone like him, seeing everyone else busy while he's idle makes him feel uneasy.

Sun Chengwu skinned the rabbit, wiped the blood off the meat with snow, removed the internal organs, and put it in the water.

They didn't have time to deal with the water, so they simply buried it in the snow so they could make traps or use it for fishing when they got back.

The meat and bones are separated; the bones are used to make soup, and the meat is used to roast.

Rabbit meat doesn't have much fat, so it doesn't necessarily have to be boiled.

Starting a fire and cooking are all processes that everyone is already very familiar with.

Lin Can went to cook soup, and Sun Chengwu grilled meat.

Since there were only two tin cans, everyone had to share the soup.

Although the hot soup doesn't fill you up, it warms you up.

After repeatedly boiling several pots of soup, Sun Chengwu distributed the roasted meat to everyone. After eating and drinking their fill, the group dug a pit in the snow for a short rest.

When I woke up, the snow outside had stopped, and it was getting dark.

Sun Chengwu's whole body was stiff, and he could only bend his fingers after several attempts. The flames had long since gone out.

Sun Chengwu looked at the dim night and said, "The snow has stopped, but the temperature is dropping even faster."

In this weather, let's walk back in one go.

After that, you can't stay out overnight; once you fall asleep, you might not wake up.

Everyone felt the biting cold seeping into their bones through their clothes, and they instinctively wrapped their coats tighter.

Without delay, the group packed their things and set off again.

The return journey was even more difficult than the way there. The snow was deeper, and due to the sudden drop in temperature, a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface. Stepping on it would cause it to crack and sink in, making it difficult to pull one's foot out.

The cold wind was like a knife, stinging my face, and my exposed skin would freeze and go numb within minutes.

Everyone wrapped themselves up tightly, only their eyes showing, and hurried on their way in silence, conserving every bit of energy.

Sun Chengwu led the way, occasionally looking back at the group.

Richard was still somewhat weak, his mind was hazy, and his steps were unsteady. Sun Chengwu was worried that he would fall behind, so he dared not walk too fast.

Lin Can was in slightly better condition, but his face was still blue from the cold.

Big Black and Second Black followed behind, their skin blending perfectly into the night, so Sun Chengwu could only make out their outlines.

As the temperature dropped lower and lower, Sun Chengwu became anxious.

But he knew he couldn't push himself too hard, otherwise he would exhaust himself even faster.

He could only choose the relatively easier routes to take, while keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings.

Although the lone wolf was scared away, there's no guarantee it won't reappear.

Time passed slowly, the sky grew darker and darker, and the temperature dropped lower and lower.

Sun Chengwu felt as if frost had formed on his eyelashes, and with each breath, it felt as if he were inhaling ice shards into his lungs.

He glanced at his watch; the hands pointed to 11 p.m., which wasn't the coldest time of day, but it was close enough.

He estimated that the temperature must be at least minus forty degrees Celsius.

Sun Chengwu shouted, "Hang in there! We're almost there!"

Everyone looked up, trying to see what was ahead.

The outline of the mountain range ahead was faintly visible, and everyone's spirits lifted, and they quickened their pace.

After another arduous trek of nearly an hour, when they reached the foot of the mountain, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief and almost collapsed to the ground.

If you walk further down from the foot of the mountain, you'll reach the coast.

Sun Chengwu was also exhausted, and his lungs were stinging from the cold air, but he still insisted, "Let's hang in there a little longer, we'll rest when we get back."

When we get back, we'll have meat soup to drink and a house to shelter us from the wind and snow.

The idea of ​​quenching thirst by looking at plums may seem silly, but it works really well.

A surge of power welled up within everyone's exhausted bodies once again.

After walking for almost two more hours, Sun Chengwu's legs felt as heavy as lead. His shoes were filled with snow water that had frozen over, and his feet were so cold that he could feel nothing but pain.

Finally, we saw the small wooden house by the sea ahead.

They quickened their pace and practically tumbled and crawled out of the mountains.

Inside the wooden house.

Everyone else had gone to sleep, but Su Wanqing remained awake, unable to fall asleep.

He was a little worried about Sun Chengwu's safety.

Since the plane crash, he has only Sun Chengwu to rely on. He has become accustomed to living by relying on others, and even when he is in the Arctic, he will subconsciously look for someone to depend on.

It was precisely because of this that Sun Chengwu rejected her that night.

These past few days, she has been missing Sun Chengwu more and more.

She didn't know if this feeling was liking or a habitual dependence.

If it's because you like it...

She also has a husband.

Although her husband never paid any attention to her, he may have thought she was dead and was now enjoying drinks with other women.

This is how it is normally; it only gets worse when she's not around.

However, ethics and morality remain a difficult shackle for her to break.

Amidst this complex emotional turmoil, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

Su Wanqing was a little nervous. She quickly got up and stared warily in the direction of the door.

Footsteps were approaching.

She held her breath, grabbed the short spear beside her, carefully walked to Huang Shi's side, and gently nudged him.

Huang Shi opened his eyes, looking somewhat confused.

Su Wanqing put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture, and pointed to the door.

Huang Shi also heard the footsteps, immediately understood, grabbed his spear, and stood on either side of the wooden door with Su Wanqing.