Rise of Rurik

It was already evening, and Kawei's work was not over yet, and those mercenaries were also doing their jobs, frantically pouring out their sweat.

Rurik had been overseeing their work, sitting on the fallen log, and at last he stopped playing with the cracked sword and put it back in its leather sheath.

He has no regrets, and is even pleased with the success of his risky experiment, as well as ensuring that he will take less detours in the future.

In the final analysis, Rurik felt that his dagger was used as a guard of honor most of the time, to show his wealth and authority. Therefore, everyone needed its bright color more than expecting to take it to the battlefield.

Now Rurik is very concerned about those ferrochromes.

Some axe embryos have been thrown into the charcoal pile for a long period of surface carburization, and the hardness of the axe will become more extreme.

"I don't need an axe, so what should I do with it? Make a tough stainless steel knife, or a spoon. Yes! Stainless steel spoons, but spoons require a hand punch, punched in the mold while the stock is still hot. It keeps smashing! Alas..."

Rurik, with a rumbling stomach, finally stopped being a spectator, and now he needs to do another thing - to monitor whether the Kewen women are cooking well.

The men expended a lot of energy, and Rurik was determined to reward his talents who were smelting chrome steel.

The sky was getting dark, and the air was filled with the aroma of food, that was wheat, that was fish.

As a blacksmith, Kawei too knew the truth of "forging while the fire is hot". Based on his life principles and the promise he made to Rurik, he had to beat all the sponge iron into axe embryos.

If there were more qualified blacksmiths, the job would not be so difficult. However, he was the only qualified blacksmith, and the rest were all chores. He gritted his teeth and swung the big hammer, and when the sun was about to fall, he completed the forging of all the sponge iron.

A special bonfire continued to burn, and as many as thirty axe embryos were placed in them, undergoing a long and extremely necessary surface carburizing treatment, so that they had become very rigid before the final quenching.

Hardness is the most distinctive feature of chrome steel.

Rurik believed that this hardness would open up some new aspects of future warfare.

Kawei doesn't know how many times he has swung the sledgehammer. He prides himself on being a very strong man. Now he is sitting on a wooden stake, looking at his hand with calluses and cracked wounds with the help of the campfire.

Injuries are also full of dirt and dust. He washed his hands well with soap, hoping to wash away the so-called "dirt that the eyes can't see".

He felt weak and cold, even if he was clearly burning a bonfire, the discomfort was very obvious.

"Whoops! Now I finally have time to eat something."

Kawei stood up with difficulty, his body swaying as if he had drunk a lot of wine. He looked for Maixiang and approached the big urns that were cooking porridge in the open air, but he didn't have to ask for a bowl of food in person.

Rurik has prepared a delicious meal for this man who has made great achievements.

In fact, all the people who are involved in heavy manual labor, Rurik has really invested in food supply considering the huge amount of energy consumption they are going to experience now and in the future.

In fact, those mercenaries were all holding their wooden bowls, or sitting on wooden stakes, or found a rock, or sat directly on the ground, grabbed their wooden spoons, and started digging and being boiled. Very runny oatmeal stuffed in your mouth.

There are also a large number of herrings that are longer than a palm with their heads and internal organs removed. A branch is often poked for up to ten days, forming an exaggerated "fish skewer", many of which have been grilled and simmered with fish oil. .

In addition, there are also some large pottery urns that boil the so-called vegetable soup, which is actually a batch of old onions and yellow root carrots stored in the Ross tribe's inventory. There are also some fresh edible mushrooms collected by the women of the Iron Squirrel Tribe, and even some fresh pine needles and young leaves that are acceptable to the Rus, and bear meat that has been chopped into minced meat and stewed.

Compared with other tribes' discretion in terms of diet, Rurik can now be said to be in charge of all the public affairs of Fort Elronorava, so he has invested a lot of money in the diet of the personnel.

Rus people are often accustomed to two meals a day, and the evening meal is the most important throughout the day. Rurik decided that all heavy manual laborers would always enjoy extremely generous dietary care, and this preferential treatment was even more concentrated on the men of the Iron Pine Tribe.

In the eyes of everyone, Rurik is a person who treats everyone equally. Everyone thought he was kind, but they didn't think that Rurik's decision was the rational pursuit of maximum efficiency in construction. All those involved in the construction must ensure that their bodies do not collapse. Based on reality, Rurik is very taboo about losing any one labor force.

Undoubtedly, Kawi has become the biggest contributor. Not only because he started smelting and forging chrome steel, but also because he is the only and best blacksmith in the settlement under construction, when the tools of the builders are worn out, only Kawei can do the best repair for them .

The current Kawei is completely irreplaceable talent.

Wandering around, he was helped by mercenaries and approached Rurik's "royal" bonfire, and he was also asked to sit cross-legged on a polar bear skin.

In front of him stood two large pottery bowls, one of which was filled with fragrant wheat porridge, and the other was a mix of sliced ​​onions and cooked bear meat.

It's not over yet! Rurik didn't know how much Kawi's appetite was. In line with the principle that he couldn't starve the blacksmith no matter what, there was a stick of wood stuck on the ground with as many as twenty herrings on it.

"Kavey, you're finally here." Rurik, who was sitting casually nibbling on grilled fish with his close subordinates, said, "You should have come over for dinner, it seems that your work is finally finished. Eat it. , these are prepared for you."

Looking at Rurik, and then at the delicious meal, Kawi's tears flowed down the corners of his mouth at once.

The wooden spoon was the first to insert the thick wheat porridge, and Kawei ate it recklessly. The salt that was deliberately added should have a salty taste. Intensely exciting!

Lots of carbs and salt were eaten quickly, and Kawhi didn't miss the onion and salted bear meat in another clay pot. The sweetness, pungency, and complex taste of onions are a rare experience. After Kawai devoured the greasy onions, this porridge was also drunk.

Kaway wiped the grains of wheat from the corners of his mouth, and put the pot to Rurik with no end in sight.

Seeing this, Rurik motioned to Carlotta beside him: "Hurry up and give him another bowl."

Although there were not many oats and rye in the tribe's inventory, they were still high-quality food. Rurik realized that whoever works hard for himself has the right to enjoy the best food.

Then, when Carlotta came over with the second bowl of steaming porridge, Kawei had turned into a big eater, and began to hold the grilled herring in both hands, and happily scrambled the skewers.

Looking at him like a wolf like a tiger, Rurik has a lot to ask, but now he can only shut up.

Asking himself, Rurik felt that he hadn't eaten much food in the past few days, while others had already eaten all the food they brought. He is very fortunate that he has arranged tasks for the fishermen who followed him. Up to now, every day there are some fishing boats carrying fresh catches he has caught from the southern waters, or brought from the "chief warehouse" in his hometown. Grain, and even the inventory that the Gould family sold at a fair price, the fishermen transported all kinds of materials to the north, which relieved the builders from worries.

Without the presence of these fishermen's convoys, Rurik was convinced that his work would have ceased.

To maintain such an economic mode of operation, it is entirely dependent on the control of a large amount of wealth. At this point, Rurik's "money-gathering" ability, he felt that he used the right place.

Rurik was convinced that all the men who were logging, building, and even assisting in blacksmithing must consume more than 3,000 calories a day, and it was not uncommon to reach 4,000 calories.

I'm afraid Kawei consumed 5,000 calories just today!

A strong man can continue to be in such a state of extreme high consumption for three or four days, but if he does not get enough supplements, the strong man is likely to die suddenly from exhaustion! In fact, Kawei has shown a strong state of overwork today. If there is a device to measure blood pressure now, you will be surprised to find that Kawei's blood pressure has broken 160, but the night concealed his hypertensive change due to overwork. The flushed face was definitely not caused by the fire.

After getting a lot of carbohydrates, fats, and the extremely important water and electrolyte supplements, Kawei's mental condition finally recovered.

Kawi drank two large bowls of porridge, and really thought and ate nearly three pounds of dry oats.

He even ate as many as twenty herrings, and the calorie of the herrings alone was 2,000.

As a blacksmith, Kawei always has to do heavy physical labor, and his appetite is already large. This time, he really broke a record for eating.

Eating more than five thousand calories in one meal, and anywhere in this day and age, it is a miracle to enjoy such a high-energy intake.

"Are you feeling better?" Rurik asked kindly.

"Much better!" Kawi slapped his stone-hard stomach with an embarrassed smile: "I really can't take it anymore, I'm afraid I'll eat three days of food in one day. Thank you so much Rurik, for your reward. I am very happy."

"That's what it should be. Now tell me, can you continue working tomorrow? After a night of carburizing, those axe embryos should have their final forging and critical grinding tomorrow. Can you still?"

Kawi's arm was still sore, and he suggested: "Since you are going to give your mercenaries an axe, they have a reason to participate in the final processing. I can only do the final forging, the final grinding, and the Fitting the handle of the axe should be their own business."

Rurik noticed Kawi's haggardness and understood the meaning of these words: "You...really tired. Well, I will arrange this."

This night, Kawei got a long-lost comfort.

The past day and night seemed like a dream. Due to excessive exhaustion, he opened his eyes after falling asleep, and it felt as if the sky had dawned in an instant. He is a young man in his early twenties, and he is also a very young and promising person among the warrior group, but he is a blacksmith, and his physical fitness is actually better than that of a warrior.

Those who were assigned vigils continued to oversee the smoldering process.

After Kawi woke up, he instructed his hands to pull out the blanks that had been continuously surface carburizing for the equivalent of twelve hours. Then, the towering furnace opened fire!

The flames began to spew again, but there was no strong wind from the blower, and there was less fuel and charcoal and more pine branches.

Seeing Kawi swinging the hammer again and again, Rurik let go of his dangling heart.

"In the end, it's a young man. It's good to be young. Haha, I'm just too young."

For a dazed moment, Rurik felt that he had become an old guy again, and he could only know his childishness by seeing his childish little hands. In fact, he always felt that his thinking was also naive. In such an era, he possessed a lot of advanced knowledge and certain hands-on ability, but he was only one person. The advanced concept can't adapt to this era at all. After being beaten by the battle, he knows that he was a little naive.

Now, Rurik desperately hopes to equip his clan with the best weapons and tools, so as to help everyone in the wild world, to ensure that the clan is a good servant and will not be destroyed by other powerful clans at any time. .

Chromium steel is stainless steel, and now these carburized chrome steels have begun the final forging.

"It's tougher than mild steel. The Roman armored cavalry can't stand the stab of a chrome steel spear, right? It's definitely suitable for an axe anyway."

Soon Kawei's final work came to an end. He sat proudly on a wooden stake beside him, directing the mercenaries to sharpen their axes happily.

There are a lot of pebbles and a lot of sandstone on the beach.

To sharpen the blade of a weapon, the most efficient method is to make a grinder, even if it is a human grinder, the efficiency is better than that of a flat whetstone.

So what is the best sharpening stone? Of course there is.

The unsmelted ores are up to 69% composed of highly fused iron oxide and chromium trioxide. It is precisely because of this high degree of natural fusion that the Russ have a huge advantage. The metal components of all axes are low carbon chrome steel that is fused very uniformly.

The mercenaries usually grind ordinary iron swords and small hand axes by themselves. They have sufficient experience in grinding, and this time they had to be shocked by the wear resistance of the new hand axes.

Chromite itself is a better abrasive than ordinary sandstone. The ore was ground straight in the continuous grinding of each other. Even so, in order to polish a sharp axe blade, each mercenary was busy from morning to night, and the work finally came to fruition.

The darkness of night concealed the shiny metallic luster of the chrome steel, but it could not conceal their hardness.

Beside a bonfire, a mercenary ignored the wounds cut by his hands during grinding. He put the ordinary iron sword he had distributed on the ground, and at the instigation of other mercenaries, he held his polished chrome steel axe. , slashed hard.

The iron sword was immediately cut into two pieces, and the fractured gap also flashed a flat cross section under the bonfire.

In an instant, the mercenaries exploded, and Rurik listened to the voice and hurried away.

"What are you doing?!"

The mercenary who packed the chrome steel axe hurriedly offered his treasure: "Lord, look! My weapon is ready, IMHO, with it, I don't need the sword I used before! It's like Like you, I sacrificed it."

"You..." Rurik looked at the broken sword on the ground and was speechless.

He took the axe, and he observed that it was polished to a smooth appearance, and he couldn't help being in a trance.

"It's so pretty, so pretty! Not something 830 can make, more like a craft tool in 2030."

No one could understand what he meant and what he meant, but it was a compliment to understand it.

What happened next was beyond Rurik's expectations. He never expected that because he did not make a clear recovery, his mercenaries took out their own inferior ordinary iron swords that were easy to bend, and they all took their own chances. The "chrome steel battle axe", which is regarded as a magic weapon, was chopped into pieces, but it was still as sharp as ever, and the axe blade with no curling and cracking under the bonfire made everyone more excited.

Only on the second day, some mercenaries with brand new axes continued to work as lumberjacks. To cut down big trees, of course, the traditional (the so-called tradition is only one year old) carbon steel axe is the most courageous. For small trees, these chrome steel handaxes immediately show terrifying cutting efficiency.

Everyone saw it, especially all the Kewen people. They really could not have imagined that the iron ore discovered by their own expedition team could actually be turned into such a treasure.

The leader of the Iron Squirrel, Mechasta, even felt that if his expedition team mined some ore earlier and brought it back, he could have a large amount of iron. Up to now, he mainly attributed the defeat of himself and other Kowen tribes to the extreme inferiority of weapons.

"If I own the mine, I can make a lot of hard axes and spearheads, and iron arrow clusters will no longer be rare."

But Mechasta was dead wrong. Those tribal blacksmiths who died in battle, their furnaces can deal with ordinary ore, but for the chromite here, they must make larger and thicker furnaces, and install more powerful blowers, in order to smelt it into The sponge iron is then further forged.

It is true that they discovered the mine, but from the beginning, the Kewen people did not have the ability to smelt it, and eventually they would give up because the ore was difficult to smelt, and instead continued to buy ordinary iron ore at a high price from the Finns in the south. Bring it back for processing.

Finally, low carbon chrome steel tools with a chromium content of about 12% and a carbon content of about 1% began to slowly appear on the construction site of Fort Elon Orava. People who own such tools, their labor efficiency Immediately improve quickly.

An efficiency leap from quantitative change to qualitative change kicked off.