Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 730 - 727: Reserve a Spot

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Coughugh, I’ll have it changed before two o’clock, refresh this chapter then.

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Across the snowfield, the sled charged forward, six robust sled dogs ran against the wind, their thick furated with dry snow, quickly disappearing in the breeze.

Theld incessantly attacked, limbs gradually stiffened, fingers gripping the reins nearly lost sensation,ated in frost.

The two dead deer on the sled seemed to have lost theirlor, a faint grey-white hueating them, exhibiting ald, hard gloss, frozen solid like stone.

Bi Fang’s senses were accurate, the Arctic’s temperature had plummeted tonight, theld was extraordinary, he moved his stiff fingers and drew a thermometer from his bosom.

The orange liquid was striking, twenty, ten, zero, minus thirty, forty, fifty...

From his body’s internal to the external environment, thelumn of liquid inside the thermometer underwent a startling elasticity.

Bi Fang’s eyes followed the rapidlyntractinglumn of liquid, watching as it shortened bit by bit until it stabilized at minus fifty degrees, and there was still a trend for it to drop further!

Such an exaggerated temperature change left the online audience with mouths agape, finding it hard to believe, an extreme temperature that most people would never eunter in their lifetime!

[Holy shit, minus fifty-three degrees?]

[Isn’t that a bit too excessive?]

[Is another blizzardming?]

[Doesn’t look like it]

"Stop!"

Bi Fang abruptly pulled the reins, bringing the sled to a halt. He quickly drew out the musk ox skin from beneath the reindeer, spread it open, and draped it over himself, shielding against theld wind.

"It shouldn’t be a blizzard, just the wind’s gotten stronger, the temperature dropped more than I expected, but not surprisingly. Low temperatures plus night, this is the true Arctic polar night."

"My clothes can only withstand temperatures down to minus thirty degrees. Beyond this point, it will be difficult to provide sufficient warmth."

The two reindeer skins, yet to be tanned, rawhide, now were as hard as stone and utterly unusable.

[In thisld weather, shouldn’t you light a fire to warm up before moving on?]

A viewer suggested that Bi Fang take a break and find a place to regain his strength, but Bi Fang vetoed the idea: "No, I have to get back immediately. At a temperature of minus fifty degrees, freezing occurs in an instant, and for the gray whale, it means the area of the ice cave will rapidly shrink, I must go back and watch it myself to be at ease."

[Hiss, almost forgot about that.]

[Didn’t Old Fang leave a drone there, didn’t you guys see?]

[How’s the situation?]

[Rescue is already underway...]

Exactly...

Not feeling surprised in the slightest, Bi Fang bit the rope, fastened the musk ox skin around his waist with a tight knot, and resumed driving the sled towards the direction of the gray whale.

Only when Bi Fang grasped the reins again did he realize his fingers were stiffer than before.

Bi Fang never anticipated his cheeks and nose would freeze stiff so swiftly, or that his fingers would lose sensation so quickly, as if they had detached from his body, unable to even grasp a few ropes, necessitating a glance to ensure he was actually holding them.

The wiresnnecting his fingertips to his body seemed to have short-circuited.

Bi Fang focused all his effort, and his stiff fingers finally began to tremble, bending at the joints with a dincerting noise, as if filled with ice sand.

To prevent freezing to death, Bi Fang had to grip the reins with one hand, the other tucked inside his bosom, trying to rver some warmth.

Theld air

But all that was insignificant now. Fire had risen, dancing in front of his eyes to the crackling rhythm, alive with the flames of life.

Theld air eroded everything that had a temperature.

On the ice field, the roar of the engines stillntinued, running non-stop for 24 hours, and they weren’t frozen by the low temperatures, still providing some residual warmth.

The number of people around had decreased significantly, with the weather reaching minus fifty degrees, most tourists werenfined within the rooms of the Thesus, greedily drawing warmth from the pipes.

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The ship shook left and right as it broke through the ice, shaking so much that it felt like people’s brains were going to be thoroughly mixed, causing many to start vomiting. In such circumstances, negative emotions inevitably arose.

"Damn it, I should never have agreed tome, this whole thing is just too stupid!"

"For the sake of three whales, I’ve ruined my trip!"

"It’smpletely unnecessary; extinction is its fate, if it can’t adapt to the environment, it should be eliminated!"

A sailor holding onto the handrail passed through therridor, faintly hearing themplaints of several men through the doors, mingled with the sound of cards, as if they were playing a game of cards.

Facing negative emotions, there were also those whontradicted them.

"Enough is enough, during the voting, you were the one who cast the approving vote, and you were happy when we were cutting through the ice. Can’t you handle even a bit of setback? Don’t tell me you didn’t imagine how you would brag about this to yourlleagues!"

"Right, it’s just temporary, opposing it now is useless, let’s just hope this will end soon, it’s still a rare experience after all."

The sailor sighed in relief; although some negative emotions had arisen, thankfully they weren’t too many and were underntrol.

The sailor,nfirming the status of passengers, grabbed the handrail and headed upward, shifting his weight in time as the ship tilted again, marching steadily upwards while the gentlemen in the roomsntinued to argue.

"This is absolute crap, the ship is rocking again, I can’t even aim properly when I’m peeing!"

"F··K, no wonder there’s urine all over the mat, it’s you!!!!"

"Stop arguing, hey,ol it, damn, Mans, you didn’t just sit down on it, did you?"

"Damn it, you motherless bastard! I’m going to kick your ass hard with my pointed boots, I’ll even practice boxing on your mother’s gravestone!"

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"Put your back into it, without the sun, it’s hard to rver the temperature here; the ice layer will just get thicker, we must keep moving!"

The first mate had returned to the ship to rest, and the snd mate took over the site again. There were only twelve people present, including seven sailors and five tourists, all wrapped in thickats.

"If you can’t stand it, just say the word, and we’ll take you back!"

As sailors navigating the Arctic Ocean, they had strong adaptability to such low-temperature environments, their physiques significantly stronger than those of the passengers.

"No need, we can hold on."

"If I really can’t take it, I’ll bring it up."

"Yeah, don’t underestimate us!"

The few tourists clamored, their enthusiasm not diminished by the severeld.

"Good, then keep going, and make sure the ice doesn’t freeze over!"

Normally, after digging out one cave, they only needed to dig the next one, but now they had to keep an eye on the previous one as well, to prevent it from freezing over and blocking the gray whales’ breathing holes.

But faced with an even greater workload, the number of people working had halved, and everyone bore the intenseld, doing twice the work.

The non-stop chainsaw teeth had bme somewhat blunt.

A sailor had just cut through a block of ice, but in the blink of an eye, the seawater seeping through the crack once again froze them firmly together. Annoyed, he kicked out, but the sailor forgot one thing—the ice surface,nstantly washed over and frozen by saltwater, was extremely smooth.

As soon as he stepped on it, the sailor felt his right foot losentrol, and his entire body suddenly slid towards the cave.

"Watch out!"

The snd mate, who had been watching the crew closely, shouted out, but it was already too late.