What did the adventures of Iceland say?

On the endless ice sheet in the Arctic, eight tall and strong Newfoundland dogs are speeding with sledges full of prey. On the bus are 1 1 year-old boy Minnie and his father. They are Inuit residents in the Arctic.

Near dusk, the sun soon disappeared, the cold wind blew, and waves of ice masses collided with each other from the sea.

It wasn't long before Minnie was awakened by the barking of dogs and her father's shouts, and then the sled suddenly stopped. He poked his head out in a hurry, and a deep ice crack appeared in front of him, like a monster's big mouth, opening in front of the sled. Just now, if dad hadn't stopped the sled in time, dogs, sledges and people would have fallen into the bottomless pit. What a chill!

Under the impact of strong winds and waves, the ice cracks in front of us creak and become wider and wider. The deep black sea is churning below, and the "ground" at the foot is wobbly. Their "peninsula" will soon become a huge ice block that can drift with the wind!

The wind is howling, and their Iceland is drifting slowly with the wind.

Soon, the wind wrapped in a snowstorm, overwhelming. They hid their sledges and dogs under the snow, spent a day in fear and began their first long winter night. They didn't sleep well at night. In a daze, they kept hearing the sound of ice cracking and the barking of dogs. The next morning, when they woke up, they found that most of Iceland that their eyes could see had disappeared, and the rest was drifting away in the depths of the sun.

Another day has passed. By the third morning, Iceland at the foot was only the size of a basketball court. To make matters worse, the big ice under their feet collided with an iceberg and was divided into two pieces again. This time, their shelter is really like half an eggshell, drifting in the wind and waves, and it is in danger of overturning at any time. ...

That night, the wind changed and the wind and waves seemed to be weakening. At dusk, they still vaguely saw a gray line in the distance. I hope that's the land they yearn for. That night, the father and son finally fell asleep peacefully.

At dawn, a heartbreaking barking woke the father and son.

A huge white monster, spewing thick white smoke, stepped on the ice and rushed straight over. Ah! It's a polar bear! This hungry guy must have come for the seal on the sled!

Minnie quickly picked up the gun, and with a bang, the polar bear was hit. It froze, and then made an earth-shattering roar and went straight for Minnie. Minnie quickly shrank to one side and pulled the trigger again, but the gun didn't go off. Minnie suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when she ran out of bullets. Just then, a gunshot came from behind the polar bear. "Bang!" Dad shot him. The beast seemed to get a heavy blow on the ass, staggered forward a few steps, and then came at Minnie!

At this time, eight dogs pounced on the beast, biting its ears and neck crazily, but the beast didn't care about the dog at all. As soon as he stretched out his paw, the dog was all pulled aside by it. The huge body of this behemoth has pressed against Minnie ... at this critical moment, "Bang!" Dad's gun rang again. The furious beast suddenly froze, with a red hole in its head and blood spattering. The fierce polar bear finally fell down and died. Minnie took a deep breath.

Minnie and her father tried their best to move this 400-kilogram behemoth to the sled, which was creaked under pressure. Eight Newfoundland dogs pulled up their sleigh again and ran happily forward with Minnie's sweet whistle. ...