Rise of Rurik

Did Rurik ever play with the bow? Gould could say he grew up watching Rurik, and he had no recollection of the kid ever playing with a bow.

But Rurik played with bows, specifically, bamboo bows he made himself in another plane. Although it was a bamboo bow, he felt that the strength of the bamboo bow was much stronger than the "toy" in his hand.

The reason why he thinks so is that the bamboo bow throws the self-made arrows, and the arrow cluster hits the concrete floor.

Even after shooting the plank, the claw hammer is finally needed to hook the shoulder, and the arrow cluster is pulled out by the principle of leverage.

If the bamboo bow "toy" is considered a serious bow and arrow, it can be said that according to the low standards of Northern Europe, Rurik is indeed born to understand bow and arrow.

How many pounds can the "toy" at hand weigh? Rurik pessimistically reckoned that the crap might only weigh ten pounds.

In reality, Rurik's estimates were quite deviated.

His short hunting bow, made of oak core, already weighed twenty pounds. For hunting alone, this bow shoots light arrows and has absolutely no problem shooting rabbits and birds. However, trying to shoot brown bears and wild boars in vain would be overestimating oneself.

Rurik is of course not an ordinary little boy. His physical fitness is excellent among boys of the same age, and his strength is not small now.

Coupled with the bloodline inherited from this body, it is destined to have great strength.

He can pull a twenty-pound bow completely, and as a boy, it is already a lot of skill to be able to do this.

But for an adult strong man, he can draw such a bow effortlessly.

Of course, some hunters in the Ross tribe have higher pound bows, but to use a single bow made of a single piece of wood must be long-term training. In the war against Gotland, the arrows of the tribe's hunters gave the Rus a good tactical advantage, so Otto began to pay attention to them, so he took the tribe's bow hunters to try their luck in the east. Because, Otto wants to hunt a bear by the way, or something else interesting.

Speaking of the outdoors, Gould found three scrap boat boards for Rurik to merge into a larger plank to target.

Compared to the serious target, it is too big.

"They must think I don't know anything? Maybe. I don't have any good guys in my hands."

"Are these arrows? Yes,

At least three feathers. What is a cluster of arrows? "

Muttering, Rurik bent down and picked up an arrow about a meter long. He paid particular attention to the arrow cluster, and realized that it was iron.

"Did they knock on an iron pipe first, then heat it up, and knock out a cluster of arrows at one end? Well, the wooden stick can penetrate the iron pipe very well."

On the other hand, many people have already gathered in the small empty space in front of the Gould family council hall.

At this moment, Gould had a big belly, and while wearing a fancy dress, he was holding a glass full of wine in his hand.

He watched Rurik's movements with great interest, and also asked about his former mercenary captain, Yevlo.

"You've been training those boys these days, how are they?"

"My lord, they are all brave." Yevlo said sincerely.

"Besides being brave, what else?"

"Very united."

"To unite with Rurik?"

"More than that. They are brothers to each other."

"Oh! That's a good thing." Gould felt relieved. He felt that compared with other tribes, the younger generation of the Rus seemed to be naturally more organized.

"Then Rurik likes bows now, what is he going to do?"

Yevlo said without hesitation: "He wants to train those girls to be archers. Maybe he also decides to let all the children learn to archery."

"Forget it." Gould shook his head: "If the bow was really a good weapon, I would have equipped you with one. Listen, only the spear and the axe are all-purpose killing tools, and the bow is still used for hunting. Bar."

"My lord, maybe this child will perform some miracles. After all, he is the son of Odin." Yevro said sincerely.

"Well, I believe those rumors too. But a bow is just a bow, a bouncy stick. Don't say it anymore, and watch Rurik move."

Rurik didn't care what the onlookers were talking about, even though the number of onlookers was increasing. Even their own maids who can live here, they all know that their master has a strange long-cherished wish, that everyone has a bow. If you can be happy to be a master hunter, everyone is very happy to learn archery. The children even realized the benefits of learning archery. They can eat more by hunting and roasting some bird meat.

But Rurik, he was never a complete beginner.

He holds the bow in his left hand, his index finger is pointed straight at the target, and the rest of his fingers hold the bow tightly. The shaft of the arrow rested on his left hand, and his right hand grasped the nock.

Perhaps the craft of human archery is innate. A person who is completely ignorant, just by looking at the attitude of other people's archery, he can follow the same pattern, and after a period of practice he becomes a hunter again.

Rurik's posture was completely oriental, his body naturally leaned forward a little, and his arrow shaft was trying his best to be parallel to his line of sight.

The breeze blew across his face, and the golden horse fluttered in the wind behind his head.

He closed his left eye and used his straight fingers as a crosshair, and a ballistic trajectory was naturally simulated in his mind. His right cheek was also against the twine bowstring.

The most subtle is the way he draws the bow, which makes Yevro's eyes widen. He thought of the way Rurik had just pulled the bowstring in the house, and he was intrigued at that moment.

Unexpectedly, the action of this child at that time was not a coincidence at all.

"Rurik, you still say you can't shoot arrows after all this? You fully understand the way we Finns shoot arrows."

In Yevlo's surprise, Ruriksa let it go.

The distance between the shooter and the target was less than ten meters, and the target was one meter wide. Rurik's eyes are also very good, not to mention that he is not inexperienced in archery. It would be a miracle if it could still miss the target.

Rurik's body was still too young to draw the bow full. Add in the fact that the bow weighs only twenty pounds, so don't expect much energy from it.

The arrow flew out, and when the three feathers were sticky, it was actually due to poor craftsmanship that it was not completely straight with the shaft of the arrow. Rurik was surprised to notice that the arrow hit the target while it was spinning.

The onlookers immediately talked about it, and a group of little girls also became restless.

"He actually hit," Gould praised, even forgetting to drink.

"It's just a dozen paces away, he'll definitely hit it," Yevlo said.

"Can he continue?"

"Sure. I can see that he must have lied to me. He used a bow."

"Forget it." Gould shook his head: "He never used a bow, you know, I watched him grow from birth to the present. He will definitely say he learned about this from Valhalla. Skill. You know, he's always been that way."

Rurik shot ten arrows in a row, with such a low-pound bow, he didn't feel any pain in his arm when he shot the arrows. Since all the arrows hit the target, he was a little excited.

But when he walked into the target himself and pulled the arrow out without much effort, he really felt that the guy in his hand was a toy.

"What do you think?" Gould, who approached, kindly heard the news.

"Arrows are good arrows, bows are bad."

"Then you still feel that your wishes are correct?"

"Yes! Gould!" Rurik looked up into the old guy's eyes: "I'm going to make you more bows and arrows. We've agreed, now give me five bows and fifty Arrow, tomorrow I'm going to train my girls."

"That's them?" Gould pointed at the little girls who gathered and chatted.

"It's them! This bow is like a toy, it's something a kid like me can pull. My guys need practice on this before I can make a better bow. This thing isn't for combat. A good bow is indeed a treasure for training."

"Okay. I see." Gould sighed. "That's right. You said you couldn't use a bow? I think Yevro has something to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yevluo walked over with his face high and his chest high.

The man asked face to face, "Why? Rurik, you know how we Finns shoot arrows."

"Your archery method." Rurik looked at the bow in his hand, and gestured with another arrow. "Is that how you hold a bow?"

"Your right hand." Yevro pointed. "You are different from others. You hook the bowstring with your thumb, and everyone else has the index finger and the middle finger."

"Really? I still feel comfortable shooting arrows like this."

"It's not comfortable at all." Yevro shook his head and said, "There are better wooden bows in this world. I heard that there is also a ready-made bow with horns glued together. If you want to draw such a bow, the archer's Thumbs must be protected. Looks like I need a present for you."

Having said that, Yevlo took out a yellow-white ring from the leather pocket at his waist and put it in Rurik's hand.

"You put this thing on your thumb, and when you come across a better bow, you have to string it with it."

Rurik understood Yevlo's words in an instant, the so-called ring is obviously a finger!

Rurik directly exclaimed the word "banzh", which means Chinese. However, there is no word to describe the finger in the Norse language, and at most, the "ring" is used to refer to it. But the ring is an ornament after all, and the wrench is a tool.

Yevro continued: "This is my present. I made it out of a deer's calf bone, and you see, I also carved a deer on it."

Rurik looked around and saw that four deer heads were carved on the wrench, and the huge antlers were really vivid.

"Yavlo, he is your tool, you don't need it anymore?" Rurik asked curiously.

"I can make new ones, even bronze rings. And you really need it right now."

"Alright then, I'll accept this gift."

It is a joy to receive a gift from a subordinate, but this gift is very dreamy.

Rurik is, of course, very dreamy. He performed "Finnish archery" for Yevlo.

Rurik didn't like the Mediterranean style of archery, and even when he didn't have his fingers, he liked to hook the bowstring with his thumb. Therefore, the archers under his command should abandon the Mediterranean-style two-finger string method from the beginning, and embark on the broad road of the finger-pulling genre.

The British longbowman showed two fingers to make a V, which also means victoria, and also mocked the enemy "who has the ability to chop my fingers that pull the string".

If the guys at Agincourt were wearing wrenches, wouldn't the sarcastic gesture turn into a thumbs-up at the French army tree while shouting, "You look stupid when you fell into the mud"?

After some speculation, Rurik even thought of an archer's etiquette, which is to wear a wrench and give a thumbs up.

The next day, Gould took out five bows and fifty arrows as promised. He also sent his men who could make wooden bows to chop some oak and start making bows now.

Gould had the will, and his eldest son, Snowreva, became the overseer.

After all, the Gould family is absolutely good at doing business!

One hundred and fifty little boys, and an equal number of girls, Rurik's intention was clearly that both boys and girls should undergo military training. Adhering to his understanding of this child, Gould believed that Rurik would definitely do what he said. arrive.

So there is a huge consumer market.

It is not difficult to simply make an oak bow that can be hunted, but it is more difficult to make matching arrows. Still make them, and Rurik pays in the end.

Gould even mentally priced the bow and arrow. Three silver coins for an oak bow, and ten silver coins for an arrow. Arrows are indeed cheap compared to bows. In fact, the real good arrows lie in their raw materials. The arrow clusters are made of bronze alloy, the shafts are processed and polished with unusually straight oak shafts, and the feathers of the arrows need the flying feathers of grey geese. After this set, the labor cost and material cost, ordinary Orion can't even afford one.

Gould's own family blacksmith did not have the time to process a batch of iron arrows. Isn't that a waste of iron?

If you're just going to make an arrow that can hunt turtledoves, you don't need such extreme materials.

The so-called arrow feathers, simply catch some ducks and turtledoves, take off the feathers that are suitable for use, and do not need to glue three feathers together, two pieces are crooked and kept very stable.

The arrow cluster is simply calculated with bones, and finally a bundle of hemp ropes. If the shaft is crooked, it doesn't need to be straight, because no one expects an inferior bow to shoot an arrow too far.

On a new day, the boys practice alone as usual.

The girls also suspended their long-term queue practice. After so many days of training, Rurik was very pleased to see that not only did they distinguish between left and right, but they were already able to form a neat queue, following the exact same pace, maintaining a matrix Advance in four directions, south, east, north, and west under the command.

Undoubtedly, Carlotta has really become the female leader that the girls trust. Even though Carlota, the female leader of Ostara, was only nine years old, she was training her children. Everyone, including herself, felt that the leader had done a good job.

The bows and arrows arrived, and without any dawdling, the archery training for the girls began immediately.

For a time, arrows were flying in the woods, and some tree trunks that were used as targets were soon filled with arrows. Things developed as Rurik thought, and the girl got the bow and arrow almost instantly. Whether you can hit the target or not is another matter.