Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness Chapter 708

Chapter 708: Chapter 705: Thesus Arrives

Breaking through the waves, emerging atop them!

When Bi Fang propped himself on the whale's back and stood up in a half-crouching position, almost all the viewers of the live stream revealed looks of amazement and envy in reality.

It was too cool.

[Awesome! Dream whale!]

[Whale Knight!]

[Here, take the Golden Trident, you're definitely the Ocean King]

[Speak of the Trident, not the bar]

[I won't watch Ocean King 2 without you]

[666, this scene is worth rewarding]

Although the whale hadn't been rescued yet, the audience had already fallen into an excited state, filled with joy. Under this momentum, the number of viewers in the live stream continued to grow.

Speaking of which, one of the System's main quests always included a requirement for the number of viewers, but this requirement hadn't put enough pressure on Bi Fang for a long time.

Because of the quality of the live stream, Bi Fang's fan count was almost always exploding, while the quest requirements were still advancing step by step slowly and hadn't been adjusted according to the real situation.

“Damn, that's so awesome, even movies aren't this cool.”

“I want to try it too, to see what it feels like to ride a whale.”

“Is this the Romantic Knight?”

“Every time after watching Master Fang, other Wilderness Survival shows just seem tasteless. It's like I've entered a sage mode, not feeling anything.”

The Wilderness Club, particularly the first venue, was bustling with excitement. Every time there was a heart-stopping scene, the cheers here seemed like they could flip the entire roof over.

Romantic Knight, this was another title many viewers gave to Bi Fang, symbolizing the uniqueness of every one of Bi Fang's adventures.

A year or more had passed since Bi Fang's first live stream, and the concept of Wilderness Survivalist had already become popular all around the world, constantly increasing in breakout index, with more and more people understanding the activity and not just settling for watching, but actually putting it into practice.

Many survival experts also realized that their skills could be traded for more substantial benefits, leading to a surge of professional survivalists. However, after they put in effort, they would find that there was already a huge mountain in front of them.

In front of Bi Fang, other people's live streams seemed to always fall short by more than a notch, with no basis for comparison.

When it came to the wilderness, what always came to mind was that confident Huaxia person and those adventures that were as exciting as movie plots.

“Hiss, so cold.”

Coldness always followed after being excessively cool.

The back of the whale was really slippery, and after standing for just a short while, Bi Fang had to jump back onto the land to avoid a slippery fall.

Using the dry moss he had prepared earlier as a towel to wipe off the frosty water, and quickly putting on clothes, Bi Fang shook off the musk ox skin, pulled out the connecting rope from the side, draped it over himself, and felt the cold being blocked out with his body temperature starting to warm up; only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he had been in the sea water for less than five minutes, the energy he had lost was alarmingly great.

Thinking of this, Bi Fang came to the side of the sled, lifted the seat, and directly pulled out a soft, long object from beneath it, completely white and looking like a piece of white jade. Just as everyone was curious about what this object was, Bi Fang had already stuffed the white jade into his mouth and bitten off a piece.

Upon seeing the cross-section, everyone then realized that this white jade-like object was a piece of raw meat, only the surface was a layer of thick, white fat. It had become stiff from the cold, which gave it the appearance of a piece of white jade.

Before setting off, Bi Fang had stuffed several strips of raw meat beneath the sled seat, a fact he had not concealed from the audience. However, since it was packed so tightly, the audience hadn't seen it clearly and few pondered over it, assuming it to be some sort of cushion. Now, as he began to eat, they realized it was food.

[Wow, stored here?]

[Aren't you worried about the smell? (Dog's head)]

[This meat actually looks pretty good]

[No, that's not right, he didn't eat this last night, did he decide to do this on the spur of the moment?]

“Because this is an emergency food supply.”

Bi Fang chewed on the raw meat, replenishing the energy he had just lost at sea.

The strips of meat stored under the seat were long and flat, specially prepared by Bi Fang before his trip. They had not been frozen solid like a rock in the severe cold but because the Arctic temperatures were so low, they had still gotten somewhat cold and stiff after just a few minutes.

Luckily, before preparing these meat strips, Bi Fang had smashed all the inner fibers with a rock, which made them fairly easy to chew.

[Why is there an emergency food supply?]

[Is there anything special about it?]

Seeing the audience's questions, Bi Fang simply explained, “I prepared two types of food, the first is ordinary food stored in my backpack. The meat strips in there contain more lean meat. The second type is what I'm eating now, with a higher fat content, and it's placed under the seat.”

“The first type is for regular consumption, and it's alright if it's a bit tough. The energy requirements are not so high. The second type is intended as emergency food. It's convenient for me in case I suddenly encounter danger that causes a significant loss in heat, allowing me to rapidly replenish energy. You could think of it as an energy bar for outdoor activities.”

“So the meat strips are slender, convenient for me to bite off in one go. And by smashing the muscle fibers with a rock, they are made easier to chew and digest. Finally, placing them under the seat both insulates them and, with the jostling, further softens the meat for easier chewing.”

“However, this method isn't original to me. It has been around for a long time; nomadic tribes used to do this.”

As Bi Fang ate, he casually brought up a small story to capture the audience's attention and also to distract himself, reducing the sensation of cold.

“Nomadic tribes had vast territories for grazing, warring, and moving about, and getting food in these areas was a critical skill necessary for survival.”

“The Tatars of that time would chop raw meats, be it cow, sheep, or horse, mix it with dough to make meat patties, and then put the meat slices into pies beneath the saddle.”

“Because the meat patties were placed under the saddle, they would get pressed and softened from the bouncing while riding. Moreover, the constant friction between the person and the horse during the march would also generate heat. So the meat patties would have a certain warmth, reaching a semi-cooked state, making them very tasty. This led to the creation of the Tatar steak.”

“It's said that the first hamburger patty was made in Europe thanks to this method being passed down.”

[That's so detailed, even eating is done with such care.]

[Wow, always prepared for anything]

[“Reached Europe,” if I'm not mistaken, it sounds like they were forced to accept this method (Dog's head)]

[No wonder he's confident about surviving a hundred days in the Arctic, such meticulousness!]

As Bi Fang was eating the meat strips and replenishing his energy, Captain Harveys finally got around to informing everyone of what had happened, and without exception, everyone agreed.

The first officer, upon receiving the instructions, quickly steered the wheel, turning the ship's bow and altering its course towards the direction of Bi Fang. A few sailors by his side also started flooding the livestream chat with messages, trying to catch Bi Fang's attention and establish contact.

Such unique barrage of messages naturally drew the attention of other viewers. Once the viewers understood the situation, they too joined in the commotion, and soon, the chat was filled with messages about Captain Harvey's impending arrival.

“Captain Harvey?”

Bi Fang quickly noticed the enthusiastic chat and promptly got up to speed on the situation. He remembered the cruise ship he had taken to get there and was immediately overjoyed.

The arrival of the Thesus was certainly an unexpected delight. Even though its icebreaking capabilities couldn't match those of a professional vessel, it was still not to be underestimated.

Bi Fang was well aware that, although he had helped the Little Gray Whale get rid of the fishing net and freed it, allowing it to surface for air by its own strength, this action had undoubtedly bought the three large creatures more time. However, this was merely a temporary solution.

Everything Bi Fang did was still inadequate for quickly creating a hole in the ice floe, which was the most crucial issue.

Bi Fang had undoubtedly gained the trust of the Gray Whales by then, but if he couldn't lead them out, the Gray Whales still faced a fatal outcome.

While chatting with the viewers, Bi Fang was also thinking about a real solution to save the lives of the three behemoths in front of him. Now that the Thesus had arrived, there was no doubt that there was hope!

Even if ice ridges surrounded them and the Thesus couldn't break through, at least a hundred people could come over and help dig through the ice layer. As for the final ice ridges, the Gray Whales could completely dive and cross over them.

The three Gray Whales could be saved!

With that in mind, Bi Fang immediately swallowed the last strip of meat, washed the grease off his fingers in the sea water, rolled up the Musk Ox Skin, put on his coat, and patted the Little Gray Whale's head as he began to think about his next steps.

With the hole digging issue resolved and the trust of the Gray Whales gained, the final challenge remained.

“That's figuring out the route,” said Bi Fang as he clenched his fist to his palm, looking around.

The only issue now was to determine the right route for digging to avoid wasted effort.

The terrain of the ice field was unique, with thickness varying greatly. It was possible that the closer to the shore, the thicker the ice might be. It might be just a few tens of centimeters thick in one place, but after a few miles, the thickness could suddenly increase to a kilometer, turning into ice ridges.

Bi Fang's task was to scout the nearby terrain in advance, aiming to find a route that was sufficiently short and where the ice layer wasn't ridiculously thick.

The five-mile estimate Bi Fang had shared with his viewers was based on his own recollection, and he needed more accurate data.

Based on the point of landing and the route he had traveled, Bi Fang easily calculated his current exact position and relayed it to Harris.

With a more specific location, Captain Harvey, drawing on his years of experience, gave an accurate time of arrival.

“If everything goes as planned, the Thesus will reach the vicinity in about thirteen hours and begin breaking the ice,” he said.

“Half a day, huh…” Bi Fang quickly did the math and promptly climbed onto the sled, “That's enough! Goudan, let's go!”

Over the vast ice field, three robust sled dogs pulled the sled across the snowy ground.

Bi Fang held the reins, his gaze sweeping around, committing every detail of the landscape to memory. Using the method of memory palace, he effortlessly created a full, three-dimensional map around the ice cave in his mind, which kept expanding as the distance grew.

“It's further than I expected…”

Above the current, the Thesus was at full power, avoiding one glacier after another, speeding towards the location provided by Bi Fang. There were more passengers standing on the deck than ever before, each of them craning their necks in anticipation, leaning on the railings, eager to encounter the simple gray whale as soon as possible.

“Witt, is the icebreaker ready?”

“It's ready, Captain.”

“Vlad, what about the snowmobile?”

“Filled up with fuel, Captain, guaranteed to be in the best condition.”

“Good! Kolklafe, hard to port! Full speed ahead!”

Standing atop the ice ridge, Bi Fang gazed down at the undulating waters below, estimating in his mind: “About a little over six miles, roughly three kilometers, farther than I thought. But this is an ice ridge; I wonder if there is a closer location.”

“Goudan, keep going!” Bi Fang shouted, tugging on the reins, changing direction.

The sled continued along the coast.

Three hours later, Bi Fang, who kept a vigilant watch on his surroundings, finally found a breakthrough on the ice ridge, seven and a half miles from the ice grotto, with a moderate thickness of ice.

After rewarding Sanshao with meat chunks from his backpack, Bi Fang made some adjustments and continued forward.

Five hours later, a second route appeared, seven miles from the ice grotto, that is, three thousand five hundred meters, with a moderate thickness of ice, slightly thicker for about one mile.

After six hours, Bi Fang found a third route, six miles long. Although there was no ice ridge, the thickness of the ice was slightly greater, and it might have taken the icebreaker longer to get through.

Are there only three routes in total?

Bi Fang halted the sled, frowning in thought. He had already scouted the entire coastline. Going further out would be at least ten miles from the ice grotto, and the distance could not possibly be shorter.

Based on the icebreaking data provided by Captain Harvey, Bi Fang's brain worked rapidly, simulating the specific conditions and calculating over and over again, until he finally selected the second route as the shortest time-consuming option from all the data!

Without dwelling too much on it, Bi Fang quickly decided on the location and relayed it again to Harvey. Upon receiving a response, Bi Fang returned to the ice grotto just in time to encounter the Little Gray Whale surfacing for air.

Seeing Bi Fang return, the Little Gray Whale spouted a water column, emitting a whale call that was noticeably higher in pitch, clearly a joyful emotion, yet in the context of the moment, it seemed inappropriate.

Arriving next to the ice grotto, Bi Fang keenly noticed that the area of the grotto had shrunk.

Seeing the freshly enlarged wound on the head of the Big Gray Whale, Bi Fang understood that the ice grotto had been frozen over again while he was away, and now it appeared broken open.

However, the shrinking ice grotto increasingly limited the whale's range of activity, and Bi Fang immediately set to work, trying to expand the area of the grotto by using a large hammer tied to rocks, pounding the edge of the ice.

Watching Bi Fang labor so strenuously to carve out the ice grotto, the audience at that moment realized just how difficult it was to dig a large hole in the ice by human strength alone, and this might still be the thinnest part of the ice.

When the area of the ice grotto had expanded back to its original size, a distant steam whistle interrupted Bi Fang's work.

The steam whistle of an ocean-going ship can be heard up to five kilometers away, at that moment the whistle blew, no doubt about it.

The Thesus had arrived!

Chapter end

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