Finish on time, complete changes before two o’clock.
Shivering from the cold, Bi Fang felt quite lucky because he had not yet shown signs of a fever.
Having added so much to his physique, it proved to be quite useful. Although he had caught a cold, at least he would not easily develop the severe symptoms of a fever, which would be the real trouble.
Once he developed a fever, he would lose nearly ninety percent of his mobility.
If it was just a common cold, Bi Fang would probably recover on his own within a week.
"Blizzard..."
After understanding the situation, Bi Fang sighed, and like the viewers, couldn’t help but recall the scene in Mohe.
That was only his second adventure, which resulted in an unforgettable life-and-death crisis that still felt fresh and chilling.
But the temperature then was only around minus twenty or thirty degrees Celsius, which could almost be considered "warm" compared to now.
What worried him most now was how long the blizzard would last.
One day would be manageable, but if it were two days, three days, four days...
The blizzard would bring not only low temperatures but also intense physical constraints on activity.
Mohe was still okay; there were undulating mountains and sprawling forests, with many snowdrifts that allowed for some traversal, but not far ahead here was a vast plain, where the wild wind blew fiercely like unleashed stallions, strong enough to batter a person to death.
Even if he were burly enough for the wind not to move him, the blowing snow would obscure his vision, making the search for supplies even harder. He had only eaten some moss the night before to stave off hunger. If he had to wait a few more days, he might not starve to death, but his body would become completely debilitated.
However, overthinking was pointless, as even contemplating consumed energy.
Every decision made was a significant drain on one’s energy, even eating and drinking. When thirsty and reaching for water subconsciously, you inadvertently used up the energy for decision-making. Often, it is essential to develop physical habits for such menial tasks.
Most modern people are short on energy, feeling exhausted doing nothing all day. Actually, it is like this, from the moment you wake up in the morning, hesitating on whether or not to get out of bed, to deciding whether to brush your teeth or eat breakfast first, you’re consuming your limited energy for the day.
Better to save some effort to accomplish more tasks.
Bi Fang turned on the live stream, and the bullet chat that had been discussing the blizzard immediately turned into neat greetings, followed by a variety of questions about whether a blizzard had hit.
Facing this question, Bi Fang took the backpack that had been blocking the cave entrance down, expecting the howling wind to rush in...
No, that didn’t happen.
The snow had completely buried Bi Fang’s cave, and the backpack that was blocking the wind at the entrance was buried underneath as well. Removing it had no effect at all.
Bi Fang had to dig upwards laboriously. It had to be said, the snow was quite solidly packed; after digging for nearly half an hour, Bi Fang finally made a breach, and the howling wind instantly gusted in, stirring up a cloud of snowdust.
After coughing twice, Bi Fang wrapped his clothes tightly around himself and crawled out from the ground.
Wow!
The viewers were immediately startled as soon as he emerged; the visibility was so poor that beyond three meters everything was obscured, worse than the night time visibility. The mountains that could be seen before had vanished, the view was hazy and grey all over.
The large rock he had relied on was already half-buried in snow, only a bare top exposed.
Bi Fang was nearly blown away, his face quickly covered in frost, forcing him to retreat back into the cave.
"The blizzard really comes out of nowhere. Just as life was looking a bit brighter, it all gets destroyed by it," Bi Fang said to the camera with a wry smile.
[Looks like this is targeted at Old Fang (dog head)]
[This might be the toughest one for Old Fang yet, right?]
[Indeed, when has Master Fang ever suffered such an indignity? Sooner or later, he’ll storm the Celestial Court, slaughter those ungrateful Thunder Deity and Lightning Goddess! Pin them to the ground, skin and debone them, pluck those bird wings, and make some outdoor BBQ!]
[Do they also control the blizzard? (scratching head)]
[Who cares if they do or don’t, let’s just assign the blame first (joking)]
[I saw on the weather forecast that this blizzard seems like it will last three days]
[Wow, three days?]
Three days!
Bi Fang felt a sudden shock in his heart, but he wasn’t too disappointed—blizzards in Greenland are like this; once they start, it’s hard for them to stop, and it’s impossible for them to disappear without causing trouble for a few days.
He had mentally prepared for this very scenario, but upon hearing the facts, Bi Fang still felt somewhat despondent.
[For three days, can you go out hunting in this weather?]
Indeed, everyone just saw the scene; nothing visible beyond three meters, let alone hunting, it’d be difficult enough to just keep oneself safe—go out for half an hour and you might freeze into an icicle. At that point, don’t bother with rewards, let’s just collectively mourn.
Just as the viewers were unsure of what to do, Bi Fang had already made a decision.
"Can’t just sit here waiting to die."
Bi Fang rolled over, took out the little shovel he hadn’t yet unpacked, and started digging downward again, tossing the frosted soil that he dug up towards the only entrance.
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The cave that was originally meant to protect him from the blizzard was clearly not enough; it needed to be modified.
"Snow is a very good insulator. If you can dig a snow cave to take shelter from the blizzard, your chances of survival will greatly increase."
"Winds at a speed of 160 kilometres per hour will lower the surrounding temperature to minus 60 degrees Celsius, and the blizzard brought by these fierce winds will stop your progress and pack the snow very hard."
"At this time, snow will accumulate on the leeward side of the slope. The depth of the shelter you can dig can exceed 2.5 meters, but it depends on how compacted the snow is."
"Safety must always be kept in mind. Steep slopes are best because on steep slopes, the snow you dig can be directly thrown out of the entrance. This reduces the physical effort required to clear the entrance, especially when you dig deeper."
After digging about 0.5 meters, Bi Fang made a turn to one side.
He worked hard and quickly but tried as much as possible not to sweat.
Otherwise, once he stopped working, the sweat would quickly cool his body down.
"The entrance should be located a bit lower than the cave, because cold air sinks, and this way, the cave can expel the colder air, and the entrance should be small, making it easier to close. If you’re on the ground, use a canvas backpack as thermal insulation for the floor."
"Block the entrance as much as possible, but leave a hole about the size of your head for ventilation and observation. On the leeward side of the slope, the wind gradually decreases and the snow accumulates; you might already be very tired, but you must maintain a vent to prevent suffocation. Two hours of snowfall is roughly equivalent to the amount of snow removed in two hours of digging."
After digging to a certain depth for half of the day, Bi Fang then started digging upwards to create a ventilation hole to avoid suffocation.
Having done all this, Bi Fang curled up like a ball, wrapping his toes and fingers well, his mood wasn’t downcast though.
"Indeed, it’s tough to spend a night in such a makeshift shelter with not much in the way of insulation, but compared to being outside, your chances of survival are still much greater."
"What comes next, can only wait."