Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 720 717: Frozen Hands and Feet

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Watching the five people disappear onto the ice field, Bi Fang turned his head to look at those present.

Three tourists, four sailors, plus himself, this was the remaining manpower configuration.

A total of eight people, among whom one needed to keep an eye on the engine and other equipment to avoid malfunctions or freezing, while also taking care of the others' safety to prevent the kind of accident that had just happened.

The remaining seven were responsible for two ice caves that were over ten square meters, preventing them from freezing in the sub-fifty-degree environment—it was an extreme challenge no matter how you looked at it.

Everyone felt a sense of fear, believing the task to be impossible.

"Don't just stand there, let's continue. Don't start cutting a second ice hole for now, focus all efforts on maintaining the one for the gray whale to breathe through," the second mate decisively gave up on one of the holes, redirecting all available hands to a single ice opening.

With only seven people left, even if they couldn't guide the gray whale to the shore, they at least had to maintain the status quo until the next shift could take over.

"Just hold on a little longer, soon more people will come!"

Under the second mate's insistence, everyone finally started moving, albeit slowly. Bi Fang took a few steps and found the sledge team hurrying back.

Since no clear stop command had been issued, Goudan led the pack of dogs rushing out for several hundred meters before realizing that Bi Fang was gone and quickly returned to his side.

The Inuit man was right; Goudan's intelligence was indeed rare. Ordinary sled dogs wouldn't notice their driver suddenly missing, much less be able to return on their own.

Bi Fang patted Goudan's head and rewarded him with a piece of deer meat. On the sled, he found a piece of raw reindeer skin. Without the time for proper tanning, he used a dagger to cut three slits into it, fashioning a makeshift coat to put on.

Picking up the chainsaw that the sailor had dropped on the ground, he pulled the rope and began cutting the ice. The newly frozen ice wasn't very hard, and the sharp steel slid in easily without needing to be pressed, sending chips of ice flying.

[Here comes Chainsaw Man Bi Fang!]

[Do you want to be a dog too?]

The extreme cold caused intense discomfort to the body. Even with cloth wrapped around his face, it still felt like it was about to crack. The only part of his body in direct contact with the air, his eyes, was abnormally dry with a strange sensation of swelling. He needed to close them from time to time, otherwise Bi Fang really worried that he might go blind from the cold.

"Our skin isn't the only thing that can freeze in extreme cold temperatures. If you're in extremely cold, windy weather, your corneas can also freeze. The tear film that covers the cornea can make your eyesight sensitive to light, causing eyelid spasms."

"However, this kind of freezing is reversible if short-term. As long as you can get out of the cold environment in time, the cornea can recover. But if your corneas are frozen for too long, it can cause permanent damage, so if possible, be sure to wear goggles."

Bi Fang closed his eyes, waiting for the sensation to return before opening them again to continue cutting into the ice.

Cutting the ice was more difficult than expected. Due to capillary action, seawater would seep through the cuts, which would have been fine under normal circumstances, but at fifty degrees below zero, it would freeze within seconds, reattaching the freshly cut ice to the base, thwarting any progress.

Otherwise, the sailor would not have tried to kick the ice after cutting it, almost causing a tragedy.

"I'll have to cut it into smaller pieces."

Bi Fang pulled up his mask, took a step back to reduce the cutting area, and started to gradually expand it, tossing the broken ice pieces into the middle of the ice hole to stir up ripples and prevent the sea from freezing over.

Half an hour later, reinforcements had still not arrived.

The group was beginning to tire.

"Why haven't they come? It's been half an hour, there was plenty of time!"

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"I can't cut it anymore; this thing is too heavy."

"If you can't cut it, take a break. Don't force yourself, it's too dangerous."

The second officer swallowed and also felt a soreness in his forearms. He looked up at the ice field, equally puzzled about why no one had come yet.

Looking around, whether it was the freshly dug ones or those left from before, all the ice holes had frozen over, and it was impossible to tell that there had ever been a large hole here.

It wasn't until an hour later that two snowmobiles hurried over, carrying a total of eight sailors and two tourists, taking over the work from the others.

Several people immediately collapsed on the ground, drinking hot water in big gulps.

The second officer, shaking his arms, asked, "Why have you only just arrived?"

"Sorry, one of the snowmobiles suddenly died halfway, and within half a minute, the gas tank froze solid. We couldn't move it at all. We had to drag it back and switch to another one before we could come over," the leader explained helplessly.

"Damn it!"

This is the polar night in the Arctic, where mechanical vehicles risk becoming scrap metal with just a slight engine failure.

Bi Fang released the chainsaw from his grip and handed it to someone else, rotating his somewhat fatigued arms. The others might get a brief rest, but he had not stopped holding the chainsaw for more than an hour.

With his arms feeling a bit swollen and sore, Bi Fang returned to the sled and sat on it, resting for a while.

When he felt somewhat recovered, Bi Fang went to an open space, poured out the peat soil, and used some flint to ignite a bonfire.

He then took out two wooden bowls, placing two pale pink "semi-circular stones" inside them, along with some crushed ice.

[What is this?]

[Is Old Fang cooking stones?]

[Have you seen pink stones before? (Eating melon)]

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[If I'm not mistaken, this should be reindeer brain (Dog's head)]

"Yes, it's the brains of a reindeer."

Bi Fang tapped the pink "semi-circular stone," which emitted a sound indistinguishable from that of a real stone.

The soft reindeer brains didn't require any special container to preserve them. Left in the natural environment for a minute or two, they would freeze just as hard as stones, and you could simply stuff them into a bag. It was also a good way to preserve them, as under normal conditions, the brains might rot and stink in less than a day, rendering them useless for tanning hides.

"The musk ox skin is used for sleeping bags, which are not very convenient to use. My current clothing is not enough for the cold. The two reindeer hides need to be tanned quickly to soften, and then made into clothing to help us resist the severe cold."

"The furs of these big guys have the same effect as musk ox skin, they are equally fluffy and can withstand temperatures as low as minus fifty degrees."

The crushed ice in the wooden bowls quickly boiled, melting the pale pink stones and making their color much more conspicuous. The fine blood vessels exposed on their surface could even be seen.

Crushed, the brains were spread evenly over the reindeer hides. The audience was familiar with the procedure, so Bi Fang didn't bother to explain further. He sped up the process, continuously stretching and pulling the hide.

Soon, both hides were fully tanned, and all the harder parts became soft. Only the final smoking step remained.