Our route was mostly completed, but in the remaining small sea area, the speed had to slow down a little, because the ocean here was covered by countless floating ice. The further we moved forward, the tighter the ice layer and the greater the thickness, and the characteristics of the icebreaker were fully utilized.

I stood at the bow of the boat, and I could not see the sea in my sight. In a daze, I felt that I was not driving in the ocean, but sitting on a convertible cart, speeding in the boundless white wilderness!

After drinking a few glasses of cold-driving wine with Xiao Curly, an orange-yellow lighthouse in the pure day and earth was suddenly revealed.

After ten minutes, the yellowish color unique to the land also appeared in the sky. All of us were excited and moved our rusty bodies for a few times. The destination marked by the boss's wife at 80 degrees north latitude was arrived!

The so-called "Francis Joseph Islands" are, as the name says, composed of countless islands of all sizes. Compared with the bustling port, it is too deserted. Not to mention the population, it is rare to find large houses!

Our ship shuttled through these islands and finally stayed at the edge of a polar village that seemed to be relatively large.

The little curly, who claimed that he would never land, also got off the boat with us, because at this location, the road under our feet was not land but thick sea ice. For the Arctic at this latitude, the ocean is land, and land is also ocean.

Several local residents who were coming and going looked at us curiously, and their appearance surprised me very much.

Yellow skin, dark hair, single eyelids, big pie face.

Aren't these all the most obvious characteristics of Asian racial traits?

It turns out that most of the guardians of the Arctic Circle are not like Europeans!

When and what method did they use to cross such a long distance and migrate to the northernmost part of the world?

I suddenly thought of the story of the end of the North mentioned in "Lie Zi? Tang Wen".

From my assumption, the Arctic continent and the Asia-European plates were not separated at first, and even the old Dayu and Zhou Mu could cross mountains and rivers to visit the north. Immigration, which requires generations of efforts, is it impossible to have enough conditions?

Ermao said that the number of residents in the Arctic is not large, but there are many different ethnic groups, including the more famous Eskimos, Aleutians, Samis, Chukochis, and there are also a few small tribes that cannot be recorded. Some people like to stay in a certain place to set up camp, but some ethnic groups are always elusive. It is not enough to find them with experience alone, and they have to be lucky!

The Russians soon contacted the people in this small village. After verification, the message sent by the weirdo really came out from here! However, the person who brought the letter belonged to another tribe, and we had to walk northward and cross a tundra frozen area to reach.

When he heard that there was soil, Xiao Curly was unwilling to move forward. He sent us all the supplies he could use, and then put out more than a dozen boxes of goods that he had prepared, and left them in the local area with the Russians and a few blonde and blue-eyed foreign crew members. While watching the boat waiting for us, he started a business as if he was doing decent business!

He is the most profitable person I have ever seen... We dared not delay, so we hurriedly allocated our respective equipment, divided into two teams to ride on the particularly cool yellow snowmobile, and started the real ice driving!

The little prince and Gao Xiaoya, the mouse team, Ermaozi, me, and Master Dong were separated.

The sun above our heads was blown by the strong wind mixed with snowflakes. We had to wear goggles covering half of our face to open our eyes.

The tundra belt still has some low plants and tenacious animals, such as Santa's reindeer.

If humans want to survive in the Arctic Circle, it is impossible for them to rely on planting to maintain their lives. The main way of life is hunting and grazing.

Behind the group of leisurely reindeer, several round brown tents were stationed. Ermao took the photo of the weirdo and gestured, trying to ask for clues. Unexpectedly, the owner of the reindeer spat hard, stopped sewing the needlework of sewing leather coats, and reached into the desolate north with one finger.

His expression was very excited, and he was clamoring for words we couldn't understand. Ermao glared at us, took the man to us, and reached out to leave a bag of dry food.

Master Dong heard that the man was scolding very vigorously and his movements were quite fierce. He didn't dare to refute anything. He had to wait silently for the other person to lose his temper before he learned from Ermao's cold eyes what was going on here:

A few days ago, the man drove his reindeer to this tundra for grazing, but found that the food he brought every day would be reduced by half, and even the milk candy exchanged with foreigners was getting less and less! Then he pretended to be asleep, and waited half-closed his eyes for a long time, and saw a man who was commanding a big dog and asked it to come and take away the jerky meat hidden in the tent!

That kind of dog belongs to a tribe called ahkin in the distance. In the years before, there had never been any incident of instigating sled dogs to steal food. When the owner of the reindeer recognized it, Chao Wendao was the instigator who stole other people's milk candy!

We had nothing to say about this behavior, so we had to reimburse others repeatedly. We were particularly embarrassed to return to the snowmobile and approached the helpless strange man in the northern ahkin tribe.

Even if the turtle was huddled between Dong Ye and Ermaozi, over time, I could still feel the bone-bone cold.

This kind of coldness is very different from the winter I have experienced at home. In Xuzhou, if we still feel trembling with cold in a down jacket, then as long as we wrap a quilt outside, we will definitely feel that the world is really beautiful. In the final analysis, the reason for that feeling of cold is that we don’t wear enough.

In the Arctic, down and cotton jackets are not suitable for use, and the coats we wear are all leather.

Leather locks our body temperature firmly on the surface of the skin. As long as we don’t take it off, there is basically no big problem. But the worst thing is that it is impossible for us to shrink all parts into the leather jacket, our heads and wrists to be exposed, and human skin cannot be stuffed in an airtight environment at all times. There are still many places on our clothes that can leak air.

And I am small, and the clothes prepared by the boss lady are slightly larger. When the snowmobile is speeding out, the Arctic Snow is like a greedy monster. It does not let go of all the small flaws you exposed. It drills in from the splicing of your clothes, the vents and zipper gaps, and instantly takes away the precious temperature inside.

I felt like dozens of little ice bugs were wandering around, and the taste was so uncomfortable! Gradually, the tundra belt slowly disappeared, and the white earth under our feet turned into a sea again. Now that the Arctic has ushered in spring, we must drive more cautiously and always beware of the impact of external forces, and will the ice crack instantly.

Compared with the scenes in those places just now, it was sunny and I could hear some loud sound of seabirds coming from my ears!

The snowmobile that was driving wildly in front of him suddenly slowed down. The mouse turned around and waved at us, signaling to pull aside to stop.

We followed them for a big turn. When the heroic Ermao stopped the car, I dared to tremble and take off the goggles that had condensed with a layer of thin ice.

"Stupid brat!"

Master Dong yelled in my ear with a happy tone.

My heart moved and I quickly turned my face-

A large number of dogs!

On a separate sea ice not far away, more than a dozen larger dogs surrounded a black bear-like human. They kept jumping towards this human like petting. Judging from the man's skillful itch-scratched movements, this guy is undoubtedly Chaowendao, who has not seen for a long time!

My legs unconsciously began to walk in his direction, running faster and faster.

Bastard, turn your face to see me!

"Ahhhh--"

The big dogs around him all looked towards me alertly and roared with grin!

"Shh, be polite." The weirdo sat upright, waved at me, and instructed the animals around him like a parent, "My relatives and friends are here, call me sister!"

The big smile on my face immediately condensed. What sister! You are the sister of a dog!

Unexpectedly, these dogs were so obedient. They immediately lowered their voices and called softly "Woooo" as if they were really calling me sister!

"Go and give her a gift!"

The weird guy waved his hand and said, "Oh my god..." More than ten super big dogs suddenly rushed over like crazy! The leader raised his two front paws and jumped-

I felt that my tiny figure was shrouded in its shadow. Before I could react, its powerful claws patted my chest and pressed me directly to the ground with my back facing the sky!

"Ahhhh--"

The large troops behind rushed over, their mouths were spraying with heat, their long tongues drooped, and they licked my head completely like washing their faces!

Damn... don't have to be so enthusiastic, right? My face is almost chewed off!

"You guys came so slowly!" The weird guy, the bastard, hugged the passionate dog head, stretched out a hand and pulled me up, "If you don't come again, the ice here will melt!"

"It's already the fastest speed, okay!" I touched the hair of the licked ** and wanted to get angry with him, but couldn't help but grin, "You are living a very comfortable life these days? Have you even stole milk candy from other tribes?"

"That... that's an accident, an accident! My daily life is actually hunting, raising dogs, and fishing!"
Chapter completed!