Rise of Rurik

On a new day, the children's training is as usual.

Because of yesterday's training, the girls who practiced bows were extra careful, but the woods were full of the whizzing sound of arrow feathers flying past, and the tree trunks that were used as targets were soon filled with arrows.

They are still using ordinary oak bows, and these bows have not been specially processed, and even the drying process of baking may not be done well.

Rurik wasn't a bowmaker, and he didn't understand the details.

He only understands the core of the bow, that is, the deformation of the bow arm stores energy, and the energy instantly turns into the kinetic energy of the arrow. At the end of the day it's a matter of mathematics and physics. Instead of oak as the right material for the bow arm, the Ross tribe obviously has it.

The girls holding bows squinted their left eyes one after another, almost relying on their senses to shoot a target twenty paces away.

This is a very close distance, but it is not easy for beginners to hit such a close tree trunk.

This is the case with traditional monobow bows, where there is no real aiming mechanism. Completely different from the variety of equipment on modern compound bows, as well as the modern aiming mechanism, the use of ancient single bows depends entirely on the feel of the shooter.

The so-called archery tens of thousands of times, the archer has already been combined with the bow, and the archer almost does not need to aim, and the archer can penetrate the Yang at 100 meters.

Such a Li Guang-like existence can be described as a god, and Rurik never expected some of his subordinates to have such strength.

The girls shoot arrows over there, and the boys continue to fight one-on-one.

These days, Rurik is also learning swordsmanship with Yevlo.

He studied hard to become a master in battle. He knew that what Yevlo taught was completely the art of killing, and to describe it in one word, it was swiftness. There is no procrastination, there is no flower fist and embroidered legs, the emphasis is on the shield block and the sword to kill the enemy.

Yevlo has taught more than a dozen sword and shield tactics and demonstrated some strange moves.

It is said that these can be used in battle. As for the flexible response to different enemies, it requires a lot of practice.

But Rurik currently has a big problem!

Yevro's keen eyes discovered it.

The linen lining was soaked with sweat, and Rurik was panting,

Suspended solo training with himself and Fisk.

"Rurik? That's enough? You've continued to insist." Yevlo pretended to be displeased.

"Let's stop here, I'm still a child." Rurik said breathlessly, and then asked Fisk to find another opponent for training.

He approached the fallen withered tree trunk, sat directly on it, and filled the glass bottle with water beautifully.

"Hehe, the people over there can't think of it. There are more and more glassware in the life of the Rus people, and they are already luxurious enough to use glass pots."

"Yevlo? You..." Rurik raised his head and looked at the approaching young man.

Yevluo sat down casually and said casually, "My master, if you want to become a real warrior, you still need more hard training."

"I know."

"No! You don't understand. Forgive me, I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead," Rurik said casually.

"Yes." Yevlo didn't like Rurik's perfunctory attitude, and considering his own responsibility, he became bold: "Rurik, you are still too kind. I can't see your ferocity, your training It's more of a game. Are you afraid of hurting your training partner, or..."

Rurik immediately raised his head and asked displeasedly, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"My lord. I only wish you to be fiercer, because your enemy is always fierce. Please do your best to wield your sword in your future training as well."

"That's it? I feel like I've worked hard."

"No! Forgive my boldness, my lord, maybe if you kill a man with your own hands, you become fierce. Listen, a warrior has to grow in this way."

Listen, Rurik almost spit out the water he just drank.

"Killing? Why?! To kill the enemy? I...you expect me to go to the battlefield now?"

"Are you afraid?!"

"I...I'm not afraid."

"No! I see you're scared. It's like this at the beginning, and then you get used to it." Suddenly, Yevlo turned his head and glared at Rurik: "Rather than teaching you swordsmanship, I would I'd rather teach you to be brave. Since you want to be the leader, sooner or later you will have to lead your clan to participate in the war. You actually hesitated!"

Rurik really hesitated, he didn't want to be a murderer, but in the modern situation, it seems that there is no possibility for the Ross tribe to be alone.

"Killing the enemy? I'm still too young. To kill a deer, I'd have to do some psychological struggle before using the knife. Am I destined to be violent?" Rurik suppressed the words in his heart.

It seems that when he participates in fighting training tomorrow, he will be more aggressive.

Would Fisk be taken aback by this?

Rurik didn't think about killing the enemy for the time being, although he knew that the best thing for Liwei to let go of was his military exploits, but it would take many years for him to grow up to be able to participate in the war.

Yevro mentions another incident in passing: "Frazer has instructed people to make new bows, which may be of higher quality because of what happened yesterday."

"It's good news." Rurik let out a long sigh, and the topic finally eased.

"One more thing." Yevlo's tone became gentle: "Your attitude towards servants...is really amazing. I heard that the girls from yesterday were your original servants. Everything is because of this The reason?"

"Am I being too kind to them?!"

"Isn't it? I feel like you mean to take them all as wives? Oh, you're their master, and you have the power. It's good for them as well."

Rurik was not shy, and his calm expression seemed to tell Yevlo that all of Yevro's speculations were true.

Rurik said lightly: "Perhaps. They were gifts from my father after all. As for the other girls, not."

"Or keep training them with bows?"

"Otherwise? Do you still expect them to learn your swordsmanship?" Rurik asked rhetorically.

Yevro shrugged: "Hey, extra learning is also good. That girl, is her injury okay?"

"Of course. Her wounds are not serious. I gave her the prepared medicine and everything will be fine."

"I'm sorry about that. Rurik, you should know that every piece of oak that keeps bending will break sooner or later. That's what bows are like. Don't be too surprised if the new bow ends up broken."

"Huh?" Rurik immediately became sensitive: "Are you complaining about Gould?"

"No! I didn't mean that. I just..."

"Forget it." Rurik shrugged, "I have something I plan to show you."

After that, Rurik pulled out his bright white steel sword and shoved it into the dead branches beside him with the sound of sharp metal friction.

"Yavlo, you are holding this sword. You can try to break it or deform it."

"Master, you..."

"Do you think I'm making things difficult?" Rurik ordered. "Do as I say. If the sword is broken, I won't blame it. If you don't, I'll be angry."

Yevro really didn't know what the boy wanted to do, so he had no choice but to pick up Rurik's precious sword.

Speaking of which, Yevro only knew that the Russ began to equip a kind of "hard sword" that could cut through iron swords, and Rurik had the most gorgeous hard sword.

Are you going to bend it?

Yevro, who had never touched a steel sword in his life, boldly grasped the silver hilt and tried to break the blade.

The blade of the sword entered the trunk, and Yevluo, who was holding the hilt, intended to use his own strength to bend the blade permanently, so-called perfecting his master.

The blade is indeed bent, but what is the matter with a strong rebounding force?

Yevro's eyes widened, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw Rurik smiling with his hands clasped together. He has already exerted all his strength, and the blade has been bent badly, but there is obviously a big problem here.

Yevro relaxed, and the bent sword instantly returned to its original shape.

In astonishment, he clenched the dagger and waved it for a while. After that, he carefully tucked the back of the sword between his fingers, so that the tip of the sword was aimed at his eyes.

Because of his excitement, Yevro's hands kept shaking, "It's...it's incredible. The blade is still in a straight line."

At this moment, Rurik looked confident. "Of course. Yevro, do you understand?"

"Understood? What do I understand?" Yevlo retracted his sword with a suspicious look on his face.

"Didn't you just feel the strength? This sword, you can bend it with strength. When you let it go, it straightens again. Don't you think it's a bit like oak for bows."

"Ah? Are you going to..."

Through the eyes of Yevro's experience, Rurik knew that the man had understood his intentions.

"At least I don't have to worry about a hard sword breaking. I'll be making a brand new weapon out of it soon, and my girls will be the first to use it. Don't be too shocked when I make it."

"Really? Then I'll wait and see."

To be honest, what Yevro was thinking was that Rurik used the elasticity of the sword to make a special bow, which I am afraid is another special design of the "hard sword" itself.

The morning training was finally over. Due to the increased training intensity of both boys and girls, by lunchtime, they were all hungry wolves.

As coaches, Yeflo and Fraser were rewarded with better meals.

Looking at the roasted meat and bread in front of him, Yevlo couldn't help but think of what Rurik said when he left: "I will build you a good sword sooner or later, an ordinary sword that is elastic, cannot be broken, and can easily cut off. good sword."

It's exciting to think about.

When it comes to making utensils, Rurik's dynamism will never be overstated.

After eating, he changed into a set of clothes, and the sweaty clothes he took off were naturally washed for him.

The washer is Rumia, and it is her responsibility to wash the master's clothes, and she also enjoys this "welfare". For now, of all the maids, she is the one who can be most closely related to Rurik.

Especially now. Rurik had to fall asleep with his mother every day to relieve his mother's emptiness. Besides, how normal it is for a mother to hug her **-year-old son to sleep. Rurik's own bed was temporarily occupied by Rumia.

Rumia felt that she was already doing something her wife did. She is really eager to upgrade her status and guard the backer of Rurik. to secure his position in the Ross tribe.

Rurik, who had changed his clothes, went straight to the blacksmith shop.

Up to now, all the preconceived ideas about the crossbow are finally going to be put into practice.

In fact, Rurik had thought of the possibility since the blacksmith Kravasen built the first steel sword.

Even making the crossbow itself was listed in the plan, but he didn't expect the plan to be implemented so quickly.

Rurik went there, without even a single follower by his side. And as usual, he walked in the streets of the tribe, and people who saw him paid respects.

He trotted all the way to the dingy blacksmith shop.

"Oh! Rurik, you're here again, today is not the day to collect the money." Clavasson said cheerfully, and by the way ordered Kamne, who was monitoring the distiller, to come out and kneel for the master.

Rurik ordered Kamne, who was half-kneeling, to stand up and stand obediently. After that, he saw the smoldering and carburized sword embryo in the hearth, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Because the sword embryo is completely a flat and straight low carbon steel sheet!

"Klavathon, I won't talk nonsense. I'm just here to announce one thing. I have a new plan. I'm going to make a new type of weapon, and you have to help me do it."

"Ah?! Okay." The matter came too suddenly, and Clavason quickly agreed, but there was some resistance in his heart. There is no other reason for the conflict. Kawei, the best labor force, has brought his wife to visit relatives. The blacksmith shop still has a lot of orders to do. At present, the young Kamne can't be expected to work hard. Clavason took pity on his old bones and had to keep fighting.

The old blacksmith wiped the sweat from his face with water, and then used soap skillfully to wash his dirty hands.

He ordered Neitang's wife to bring a pot of cool Qiu Ju water and pour it into the prepared glass.

"Rurik, have a drink and let's talk."

"Okay." Rurik drank a cup of chrysanthemum tea with great interest, and the taste in his mouth made him feel a strange familiarity.

Rurik has always positioned himself as an engineer. In terms of making mechanical equipment, he felt that if he hadn't been restricted by this tiny body, he would have already started it himself.

The three sat on the ground, with a clean wooden board placed between them.

Rurik didn't care about being dirty. He held a piece of charcoal slightly cut by a dagger, and used it as a carbon pencil to draw pictures, and he explained it in detail.

"I want a finished sword embryo, I want you to shape it into an arc, and knock the two ends into two rings."

"I need you to make special wood elements like this."

"I need you to cast these parts in bronze."

"I also need you to make a special kind of arrow."

...

With Rurik's explanation, Kravasen, a senior blacksmith, finally understood a little about what Rurik wanted to make from the complete fog.

It was impossible for Kravason to think of something he had never seen before, the only thing he could think of was that it might be similar to a bow. At least, it serves the same purpose as the bow, which is to shoot arrows to hit the prey.

It's just that Rurik's idea is too incredible.

"Rurik, are you serious? Use an unbladed steel sword as a bow arm? Is that possible?"

"Don't look at me with suspicious eyes!" Rurik asked with a sullen face: "Klavassen, don't you have a ready-made steel sword here? You take one and bend it hard. I have to say , I can't find anything so far that has more elasticity than it. Besides, do you believe that the steel sword you make will break?"

This rhetorical question amused Kravason, because the old guy must perform a "factory test" on each finished steel sword, so-called attempt to permanently bend it. Because of the ordinary iron sword, after bending it, it can only be smashed into its original shape with a hammer. The bent steel sword does not seem to have a "permanent bend".

"Let's begin, then. Rurik! I'm not a bowmaker, and it's an honor for you to see me. Well, you know how to name it," Clavathon asked earnestly.

Rurik, who was sitting on the ground, blurted out without thinking about it: "Just call it korsboge."

The so-called korsboge is a composite word of two Norse words, which is actually a crossbow, that is, a crossbow.

After all, the first contact and use of the crossbow by Europeans had to wait until the twelfth century. The large-scale use of steel crossbows began in the fourteenth century.

For Europeans, this is a bow placed horizontally on a wooden support, a "staggered bow".

It is neither a bow nor a bow, and the appearance of Rurik has made this type of weapon appear prematurely in Europe. And as soon as it appeared, it bypassed the pure wooden version and appeared directly as a "steel-arm crossbow".

Rurik believed it was extremely powerful, and could even revolutionize the way the Ross tribe fought.

But no one in this world has ever imagined that such a weapon can exist. Until it can be made and can prove its powerful destructive power, everything is unknown.

Glad to meet the new needs of his benefactor and future leader, Kravatsen continued to say sincerely: "A staggered bow? An apt name, but I have never seen it. Rurik, perhaps only you can personally Help me. I hope you can guide me as I make it."

"Of course! I will help you myself. I have to tell you that the weapons you will make are supposed to belong to Asgard, and I got the revelation from Valhalla. Make weapons for Asgard. Listen, Thor supports that too."

"Oh! It's actually God's will? I have to do it seriously."

Rurik's rambling words couldn't help but make Clavasson have a little doubt. After thinking about it, who would dare to say that Rurik today is not the child who really got Odin's favor? He must also have received favors from Thor and Frey. Even Freya asked him to treat the children properly.

All in all, the child proved in a tried and tested tone that his own demands were reasonable, urgent, and certain to succeed.

At least Rurik never experienced failure, so Klavassen took off his sackcloth shirt, put on a leather apron to prevent scalding, suspended the work of making steel swords, and began to make the first crossbow bow according to Rurik's request arm.

The so-called bow arm is a sword embryo with a length of about seventy centimeters and a thickness of less than nine millimeters.

As it was straight and hot and had penetrated enough carbon elements, the sword embryo, which was turned into a low-carbon steel bar, was gradually hammered into a slightly crescent shape, and the work of making an experimental steel-arm crossbow officially began!

And Rurik, he should have been indulging in military training, and he should have cultivated his body in the afternoon, but now he has found a job that is extremely exciting.

Rurik, he had already imagined the future Rus army, with a large number of long-range weapons, when the enemy's army hadn't rushed to his side, he was shot through the shield by the heavy arrow fired by the powerful steel-armed crossbow, Shot through the body.

In the face of inexplicably huge casualties, the enemy stunned his comrades who fell to the ground and fled.

The so-called battle ended with the Rus' victory before the two armies fought at zero distance.

Because of this intense excitement, Rurik even forgot his current fear of killing. But it is such a person who claims to be not that keen on violence, but is happily developing the most violent long-range weapon in Europe in this time and space. The contradictions here are really indescribable.