"Let's work harder, and we'll see it open in no time!"

The third mate shouted.

“ho！”

The crowd cheered.

Holding chainsaws, the three pairs sawed through the last point of connection, successfully cutting through a huge block of ice of nearly one square meter, turning it into crushed ice and floating in the ice cave.

"Poof!"

The sound of a jet sounded, and the giant whale's head topped open the crushed ice and breathed freely above the surface.

The water jet turned into frost under the cold air and fell on the faces of a few tourists who couldn't dodge, but it didn't cause the slightest discomfort, but they all laughed, seeing it as an intimate interaction, and some even rushed to be sprayed, elated.

Watching the gray whales approach the shore step by step with the efforts of everyone, this sense of interaction is unparalleled, and it is the fundamental reason why tourists can persevere.

Rescuing gray whales sounds noble and fun to do, but it is undeniable that most people are just enthusiastic at first, their brains are hot, and the cold wind in the Arctic blows, and I don't know how many people have become big musicians, retreated, and even suffered from a cold.

But watching the gray whale advance with the ice cave dug by everyone, and respond to the interaction, everyone understands that these big guys have extremely high intelligence, they are not beasts with low intelligence, but another kind of highly intelligent creatures, they can communicate, they can interact, and they can share happiness.

This self-satisfaction of feeling a clear response to their help alone makes many people want to come and join in, even if they have a snot and risk freezing their pee.

"Once upon a time, at 70 degrees north latitude, there were whales everywhere we went." The first mate pointed to the surrounding ice fields and pointed to the country, but as soon as he was proud, he sighed again, "But now I can't see anything, gray whales, bowhead whales, nothing, and if I can see a few, I am already the favor of Lady Luck." ”

In the 19th century, the Inupiyat, Yupik and Chukchi dominated the ocean's whales, which intensified and the whale population plummeted.

It wasn't until the advent of Abraham Geisner that the massacre was largely over.

Although the whale population has not recovered so far, it has survived.

The reason is not because Abraham Geisner did some great campaign to protect whales, but because through his mineral research, he discovered a liquid made of coal, bitumen and oil shale, which he called kerosene.

That's right, it was kerosene, or more deeply, the discovery of oil, that saved the lives of whales.

Whales, the largest creatures in the sea, are not simply used for food, but if they were just for food, humans would not be so attracted to them.

Before oil was widely used, whales were one of the world's leading sources of energy.

What was special about these big guys was that they had a kind of whale oil growing inside their heads, which could be used as fuel, and were mainly used for lighting at the time.

In the 50s of the 19th century, the vast majority of ugly countries and European households relied on whale oil for lighting at night, which was half the world's lighting supply.

Whale oil is made by boiling the subcutaneous tissues and internal organs of whales, especially the whale brain oil of sperm whales, and the burning flame is the brightest and most stable.

It can be said that at that time, lighting in Europe and the United States, in addition to the sun and moon, was almost entirely dependent on the whaling industry.

At the beginning of the 19th century, the outbreak of the first industrial revolution made the steam engine popularized, and at the same time, the explosive growth of scientific and technological and industrial knowledge set off a boom in learning new knowledge for the whole people, and the demand for indoor lighting rose sharply, so the price of whale oil also rose, and whaling became a lucrative business.

Interests that drive people crazy.

At the time, the income of a whale caught was equivalent to half a year's salary for a land-based worker. Huge economic interests drive whalers to resort to all cruel methods to hunt whales.

In 1760, the whalers of the ugly country invented the technology of boiling whale oil in a pot on a ship, and since then, whaling has become an industry.

Later, people slowly turned their attention to the meat, bones and even feces of whales, making full use of the whales, and the "figure" of whales can be seen in industry, military, handicrafts, and even cosmetics.

A 120-ton blue whale has more than 40 tons of oil and can get up to 400 barrels of whale oil.

However, one well alone produces 3,000 barrels per day.

Geisner's new invention not only illuminated the world, but also cut off the whaling industry's most important source of income.

The emergence of different types of kerosene led to the rapid decline of the whaling industry, and its "golden age" finally came to an abrupt end, and the era of whale oil lighting finally came to an end.

So in every sense, it is not animal protection, it is the disappearance of interests, and the emergence of the oil industry that really allows the world's whales to escape.

"Thank God for allowing us to see such beautiful creatures again, and hopefully our children and grandchildren will too."

Several tourists on the side have crosses drawn on their chests.

After a short prayer, the crowd began to work again.

......

"Hey!"

Bi Fang grabbed the reindeer antlers and dragged the huge creature to the sled, pulling the nearly 200-kilogram creature onto the sled.

Unzipped and took off his coat, Bi Fang gasped for breath, quickly dissipating the heat.

The hunt went very well, and the reindeer did run spectacularly, but Bi Fang did not have any head-on confrontation, and after the initial sneak attack was unsuccessful, he quickly retreated, waiting for the end of the whirlwind formation.

It wasn't until the reindeer had consumed a lot of physical strength that Bi Fang jumped out again and hit two sturdy deer with a shuttle dart.

That's right, it's both ends.

The opportunity is rare, and with three more rice buckets, Bi Fang has already expanded his goal.

It had consumed a lot of physical strength, coupled with blood loss, and it didn't take long for the two big deer to be unable to support it, and they fell to the ground one after another.

"After all, it's a timid fellow, and he doesn't have the courage of a musk ox."

Bi Fang lassoed the two large deer with ropes, drove the sleigh, found a large rock, dragged the reindeer to the rock, and handled the booty.

Skillfully skinning, cleaning most of the internal organs, rewarding the sled dogs, making water bags into stomachs, Bi Fang cooked some hot soup, and dealt with dinner.

"Remove the bones, some of the inedible offal, deer skins, and the remaining meat is probably more than two hundred kilograms, a bumper harvest, by the way, this is for you."

Bi Fang handed the cleaned white deer head to the dog's egg.

The dog bit the antlers, put it on the ground, and stuck its head inside, but it was just the size of the stuck.

Compared to the giant musk ox head, it is clear that the reindeer head is a little more suitable.

"Well, there's another one." Bi Fang picked up the second deer head.

It's a pity that except for the dogs, the rest of the sled dogs are not interested in this, and concentrate on coping with the food in front of them.

[Actually, I want (dog head) more]

[Plus one!] I'm going to! 】

[Good guys, you can do it all with dogs to grab things?? 】

The live broadcast room was lively, but Bi Fang, who was far away in the North Pole, tightened his clothes.

He noticed that the temperature seemed to be a little lower tonight, and he didn't know if it was a cold back after a short period of heat dissipation, or if it was just that.

"Delusion?"

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The unit of measurement for oil is a barrel, and a barrel of oil is about 159 liters.

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