Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Richard, with Sun Chengwu's arm around his shoulder, shrank back somewhat awkwardly, making his already red and tanned skin appear even darker.

He grew up in a poor rural area in Northeast China. His family was poor and he had many siblings. To make a living, he started following the village's old hunters into the mountains when he was seven or eight years old.

They did everything: stealing birds' nests, setting traps, catching fish by chance.

Later, he went to the city to work. Because of his taciturn personality and reticence, he was often bullied and did the hardest and most tiring work, but he earned the least money.

But he has a tenacious spirit; he can endure any hardship in order to survive.

This time, I boarded the plane to work abroad.

If he hadn't died, he probably would have been scammed by the shady brokers and sold somewhere else, with no certainty of whether he would have survived.

What was a plane crash for others was a rebirth for him.

He survived the plane crash thanks to the skills he developed as a child, which he honed through years of hard work and experience in the mountains.

This was the first time Richard had been treated with such importance. He rubbed his hands together, feeling a little embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "Actually, I don't know much. The little creatures in this forest are very clever, and the snow is thick, so they're not easy to catch."

To get a full meal, you have to hunt large prey.

For example, musk oxen, reindeer, etc.

After a moment's thought, Sun Chengwu asked without hesitation, "Can we kill the brown bear?"

"A brown bear?" Richard was startled and waved his hands repeatedly. "I wouldn't dare mess with that thing."

That thing has such thick skin that it's impossible to pierce it; one slap could break a tree as thick as a bowl.

Without a proper weapon, going in is just suicide!

Sun Chengwu patted the bow on his back. "Bow and arrow, you've seen them. They can pierce a brown bear's hide, but they can't kill it with one shot."

Last time, I shot out one of its eyes and left several cuts on its body.

It must be hungry and injured right now, and it's at its weakest.

If we wait until it recovers from its injuries and survives the winter, it will definitely get its revenge.

"We should strike first."

Richard looked at the bow on Sun Chengwu's back with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

He had seen hunting rifles and bows used by villagers for hunting, but those bows were relics left over from ancient armies, and were extremely powerful; they were too strong for an ordinary person to pull apart.

But Sun Chengwu hadn't tried this one, so he didn't know if it would work.

Sun Chengwu saw through his thoughts and handed him the bow directly. "Want to try it?"

Richard hesitated for a moment, then took the bow.

It felt heavy in his hand, unlike the light and airy feel he had imagined. The surface was coated with grease and had undergone simple anti-corrosion treatment.

He tried pulling it in the air, and the bow made a slight creaking sound. It had a strong rebound force, and although it couldn't compare to the hunters' bows, it was more than enough for hunting.

"This bow... is quite nice."

Richard was somewhat surprised and picked up another arrow to examine it.

The arrowheads were carbonized, and blood grooves were engraved on the shafts. Only a few arrows had fletching.

He tried to bend it with his hand; it wasn't very sturdy, and its precision was considerably worse.

Richard's eyes revealed a hint of excitement. He had wanted to own a bow since he was a child, so that he wouldn't have to chase rabbits all over the mountains and fields.

Now, Sun Chengwu has fulfilled his dream.

Richard couldn't wait any longer. He walked to a tree, about twenty meters away, nocked an arrow, and drew the bowstring.

He was very skilled. Although he didn't have his own bow, he often stole bows from home and went to the mountains, and each time he would have a good harvest.

But he had worked hard all year round and had considerable arm strength, so he steadily drew the bow to its fullest extent.

He squinted one eye, aiming at a noticeable scar on the tree trunk.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow left the bowstring with a whooshing sound and embedded itself firmly in the tree trunk, its fletching humming and vibrating.

"So accurate!"

Sun Chengwu couldn't help but praise.

Even after all his training, he can only hit a general area within twenty meters.

Richard's skills are clearly the result of practice; he's far superior to Richard, who's a self-taught amateur.

Richard smiled shyly, walked over, and pulled out the arrow.

He's been suppressed a lot, so he doesn't really like it when people praise him so directly.

He examined the wear on the arrowheads carefully, then touched the bowstring, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Richard exclaimed with delight, "This bow... seems to actually be able to hurt a bear."

If I could aim more accurately and hit the brown bear in the eyes or mouth—areas without fur protection—I'm sure I could take it down!

Sun Chengwu stared at him, urging, "How about it? Dare to pull off a heist?"

Richard gritted his teeth, and the inferiority and timidity on his face slowly faded away, replaced by a ruthlessness that Sun Chengwu had never seen on his face before.

He said in a low voice, "Damn!"

Upon returning to the camp, Sun Chengwu immediately gathered everyone together and explained the plan.

"While the brown bear is injured, we all set out, working in pairs, to find it and take it down."

This way, we won't have to worry about going out anymore, and we'll have enough food for the next two months.

During this period, food was a constant worry for Sun Chengwu.

Even though Richard could ice fish, this anxiety didn't subside; instead, it intensified.

There are eight of them now, mostly men. They expend a lot of energy cutting down trees every day, so they eat a lot too. The meat from that reindeer is simply not enough for them.

If you don't have enough to eat, you can't work, and you'll fall into a vicious cycle.

The fish they caught today can relieve some of their stress, but it can't completely put Sun Chengwu at ease.

Only one bear was hunted...

Huang Shi was startled. "Hunting a brown bear?"

Lin Can asked uneasily, "Isn't this too risky?"

Sun Chengwu stated unequivocally, "Now is the time when the risk is least."

The three men with curly hair didn't express any opinion; they both respected and feared Sun Chengwu.

After all, the three of them haven't truly integrated yet.

Even if they have the right to vote, it only means that Sun Chengwu respects their human rights; it does not mean that they are now one of his own.

Therefore, they only needed to do whatever Sun Chengwu wanted to do.

Black people respect the strong, and Sun Chengwu has completely defeated them.

Although Lin Can and Su Wanqing were scared, they knew this was the only way, and nodded hesitantly.

Seeing that no one objected, Sun Chengwu said, "Alright, it's settled then!"

His gaze swept over the crowd. "Everyone, stop what you're doing."

Huang Shi, give your bow and arrows to Richard. Richard and I are in a group. Once we spot the brown bear, everyone else should retreat. We'll leave the rest to Richard and me.

Sister Su, please cook more meat later, so that everyone is well-fed and ready for the upcoming search.

Zhao Na, your leg is injured, so stay at the camp and guard the base. Boil more water.

Curly Hair, you three form a group and go into the forest to find the bear.

Lin Can, you're in a group with Huang Shi. If you encounter a brown bear, run! Be careful.

Everyone immediately sprang into action.

Half an hour later, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, and were fully equipped, so they plunged into the vast snow forest.