Rise of Rurik

When a group of men had to actively cut down a large amount of wood to supplement the lost firewood in the white world after the snow stopped, the clay stoves covered by thick snow began to be cleaned by the frozen river. After a while, the stove started to burn again. .

Reburning the furnace reduces an ax to an iron ingot at 1050°C. The "water plates" of the impellers of the hydraulic forging equipment were removed, and the drainage channels were filled and closed. The great river froze, and the blacksmiths of the Iron Squirrel Tribe could only rely on their hands to beat the iron ingots into bars.

They all thought that Rurik was going to make a sword, but this sword was too long!

Rurik still didn't want to explain, he just urged his men to knock the iron bar as long as possible and flatten it. Among the stoves that were finally lit, the largest one was also listed, and it had to be the only big stove, so that the hard-beaten iron bars equivalent to 150cm could be burned red again and continue forging.

Those Ross loggers began to create miracles. They struggled to get Rurik's reward, to get oats, and even to get a higher social status for a Ross tribe under Rurik's rule in the future.

The total weight of the felled trees is extreme, and the annual rings of the trunk are densely arranged, and a little counting can exceed a hundred rings. Some big trees have no way of being transported out of the forest at all, but some smaller ones can be dragged together by organized reindeer to the frozen pier by the river, and those long boats that are pulled ashore covered in snow For company.

"Isn't it good to goug these big trees into canoes?" Mechasta thought so, his layout is indeed small.

Rurik had long ordered his men to pull the felled trees to the pier for storage. These pine and fir logs were indeed to be used as ship materials, and they were indeed to be transported to Roseburg's shipbuilding workshop for further processing by those resourceful shipbuilders.

Rurik was busy with his own affairs, and even the night could not quench his passion.

So the bonfire was lit in the snow, and the flames of the big stove and the small stove were still amazing.

This time, as many as ten saw blades were roughly machined, and they had been formed during the day, and now, it was Rurik's strong mercenaries, holding a chrome-iron tempered chisel made by assault, chiseling out teeth for the iron bars .

The chisel work does not depend on the depth and spacing of the teeth, Rurik only needs it to be as sharp as possible.

Some carpenters are also doing auxiliary work. They process the wooden handle of the saw with a mortise and tenon structure according to Rurik's requirements.

A very large furnace is not a blast furnace. It can indeed be subjected to extremely high temperatures. As long as a little more temperature is added, it can reach the bottom line of smelting pig iron. It smelts almost all ferrochromium, and the blast furnaces of the Rus who want to smelt it do not have this ability.

It's at least tall,

No, all the rough saw blades that have been chiseled out of teeth, each has a hole cut out at both ends. This hole is used to bind the hemp rope. Fishing into the stove.

The stove was not filled with gas by the bladder blower, and the charcoal blocks burning inside were completely smoldering, and the temperature was maintained at about 700°C. The saw blade, which had been hammered thinly, began to carburize quickly, and because of its thinness, Rurik believed that the carburizing operation did not have to last long

Those saw blades were hammered to only three millimeters, which is already very thin, so Rurik spent half a night during the low-temperature carburizing operation, and basically obtained elastic low-carbon steel.

It's really flexible. I think the steel arm of the crossbow will be thinner in the future. Although I sacrificed a lot of pounds, I still get a good energy storage because of the larger saw? In this way, soldiers can wind the string with bare hands for a long time without much effort, even if they can only shoot light arrows.

Rurik barely slept all night, and he ordered the laborers to follow him to work hard at night, in order to complete the ten logging hacksaws.

The wooden frame, which basically matches the length of the saw blade, is made of mortise and tenon. It looks like a very long "工" character. It is specially made of oak boat boards discarded by Ross fishermen, which makes the frame have good hardness and elasticity.

Hardness is all Rurik needs.

Those hacksaw blades that have been carburized are first suddenly quenched and cooled, and then baked on the flames for tempering. The Kewen blacksmiths didn't know the reason for Rurik's order. Since it was his order, they had no choice but to carry it out.

The hacksaw blade that Rurik got was partly blued, and its elasticity and toughness were stronger. Even the blacksmith put in a lot of effort.

He was supposed to go back to the mansion to sleep, and before the saw was finished, even his eyelids were going to give in, and he occasionally wiped his face with the snow he could find, to see the finished product.

The twine binds the saw blade to the frame, and the twine is looped over the other end of the frame.

There was a wooden stick in the middle of the twine, and the weary Jefro undertook the work of pulling the twine.

"What's the use of that?" he asked.

"Nonsense, only if there is a saw blade can it be straightened."

"Maybe, we don't need to make such a fuss."

Rurik gritted his teeth, and ordered impatiently: "You just do it, there are so many words."

Yefro shrugged. At this moment, a faint aurora appeared in the sky, and the snow-covered world was brightly illuminated by the aurora and stars.

Everyone looked up to appreciate the magnificent landscape, especially the Kewen people of the Iron Squirrel Tribe. They did not regard Aurora as a "parade of Valkyrie", but as the incarnation of Winter God.

Coincidentally, the location of Fort Ailon Orava is Kemi in Finland in another time and space, which itself is a treasured place to appreciate the aurora.

The appearance of the aurora made up for the lack of visibility, and in the days to come, a half-month-long polar night is about to begin.

With the help of the aurora, Yefro quickly spun the wooden stick, and the further he went, the harder he felt.

"Is this okay?" He smiled wryly and flicked the stick that could rebound quickly.

"I think it's all right. You see, the saw blade is straightened."

"It's really like this." Yevro touched the saw blade that hurt his hands, and he gently stroked his fingers, not only thinking that if he rubbed hard, his callused hands would also bleed. He couldn't help being happy: "Hey! This thing must be able to quickly wear down the big tree."

Yefro relied entirely on his own associations, and a scene of a fallen tree appeared in his mind.

He checked that there were still small pieces of wood on the ground, and started to work with the first saw blade to be straightened by torque.

A large group of people gathered around, and they all wanted to see if Rurik's so-called saw could really cut through a branch that was only two fingers thick.

In fact, this is very boring, Rurik sullenly, he thought for a while, and then he understood the reason for everyone's curiosity - it is very simple, in their concept, this is a brand new tool and method for processing wood.

Amid everyone's exclamation, Yefro moved, and the branch broke off, and the cross section was quite smooth. People with sharp eyesight also saw some sawdust scattered on the snow.

"This thing is really useful. In my opinion, the big tree can break it anyway, haha, maybe it's faster than an axe."

"Of course it's faster than an axe." Rurik smiled slightly on his haggard face, "Can't you think of more things? For example, a weapon."

"Ah?" Yefro held up the saw in his hand, "Sir, do you expect it to cut off the enemy's neck? Oh, if it is to punish the enemy, I am willing to use it instead of the axe."

"No. It's that stick tied with twine that bored you."

"What's the matter with it?" While speaking, Yefro also fiddled with the stick that had been tightly tightened by the torsion of the hemp rope and hung on the wooden pole in the center of the frame.

"It can be used as a weapon."

Yefro was stunned, and he was silent for a while: "I'm sorry, I...I can't understand."

A very violent yawn made Rurik not want to say any more. I saw that everyone else had finished the work, and all ten saw blades were finally successful. Theoretically, they all need to go through quality inspection before they can be put into use. Rurik has no time to be so dogmatic. He directly gathered a group of people under the snowy night: "The tired ones among you can go to sleep. I need a tireless , you use the saw I invented to cut down the big tree, and when I wake up, I want to see a forest that has disappeared."

Rurik was very happy to return to his own residence, but this exhausted body really needed to rest.

He heard the snoring of the old man in another room, and the tossing and twisting of Saibo Lava's body in her sleep.

Before falling asleep, Rurik's sensitive body felt the slight tremor of the earth.

He smiled slightly: "You really can't wait to cut wood with saws, it seems that I have to reward you again."

The Scientists did use the saw to cut wood on a large scale, and there was no need to teach how to use it. Yefro hasn't slept yet, in order to perform desperately by his master's side, he must work hard all night.

It is said that as long as you do things well, the reasonable Rurik-sama will reward you with many things.

The Kewen people were eager to get more rewards of oats, so they followed Yevro to die. How is the result? Everything was in Rurik's plan.

There were as many as thirty Kewen people who had overdrawn their lives, armed with axes, hemp rope, and even the latest saw blades, and holding torches made of cloth strips soaked in turpentine, they entered the nearby forest where young trees were everywhere.

The eyes of the arctic owl are completely instinctively staring at the torch of the Kewen people, and the Kewen people also use this "phototaxis" to catch owls.

They didn't intend to hunt at night this night. They just wanted to let a forest disappear to surprise Rurik, and they efficiently stocked up a batch of firewood for the tribe.

The forest to be destroyed is just to the east of Fort Elrond, and it is adjacent to the road to the mine. Naturally, this place was chosen to expand the road. They didn't care about the knee-deep snow, and naturally formed ten logging teams, and began to hunt pine trees as thick as adult men's thighs, and started predatory felling.

They want to get rewards, and after they really put in logging, they are also eager to prove to the Ross people that although the Kewen people are much shorter, they also have many tough guys.

Who would have thought that a pine tree was sawn off quickly, and what shocked the loggers even more was that the two obviously didn't use much strength.

Good news spread frequently, and the two of them could finish it within a minute with a little effort to saw off a pine tree as thick as a thigh.

Compared with the previous ax chopping, how much has the efficiency improved? Yevro couldn't calculate it clearly, but not only the collapsed pine tree had already explained many things.

For the first time, those small Kewen people have the ability to destroy the forest! The continuous collapse of the big trees completely aroused their bestiality.

They are no longer satisfied with working together to kill bears, wolves, and wild boars. Now, they want to use the Varyag's new logging tools to challenge the authority of the god of the land.

The flexible special hacksaw blade is not so easy to break. It was straightened by torsion. They felled the wood until the sky in the east was blue, and the hacksaw did not damage a single blade. The lost woods.

They were so exhausted that some even thought it was too hot and had to take off their fur coats to keep out the cold while logging.

Isn't this courting death?

Fortunately, this kind of pursuit of coolness on the surface is actually a failure of temperature perception, which was discovered by the well-informed Yevro. After all, no one accidentally froze to death. When the sun climbed out of the horizon in an extremely lazy manner, the people who were already sitting on the snow and taking a nap glanced at the tree trunks all over the ground from the corner of their eyes, and snored with a smile.

Rurik finally woke up. He got up and subconsciously patted his face, fumbling left and right to get something to eat.

Saipo Lava got up early, like most tribal women, she felt that cooking is a woman's duty, and like the tribal women, she went to prepare the morning meal.

Say it's breakfast, it's no different than lunch. Not to mention that many animals in the Arctic circle hibernate. Not only is it cold here, but the daylight hours during winter are extremely short or non-existent. Why run around during the long dark period? If it weren't for serving the men who continued to work in the snow, the women of the Iron Squirrel Tribe would not be so active in winter for cooking.

After waking up, Rurik quickly ate hot oatmeal boiled in salt water, served with salmon meat, which was a hearty meal.

He thought about the felling, and about the twisted stick.

He thought about it, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Rurik, what's the matter with you?" Saiporava asked curiously with her big watery eyes.

"Me? I thought of something interesting."

"Is it about logging? I heard a lot of strange muffled noises last night. I guess it has something to do with logging."

"They are logging. By the way, where is your father?" Rurik looked left and right, but he did not see Mechasta.

"He should organize people to do things. Rurik, the day is too short, I don't think I have anything to do." She hooked her small head, twisted her body constantly, and smiled from time to time.

She just planned to take this rare opportunity to get closer to Rurik. A strong man can use many concubines. For the future of herself and the tribe, Saipo Lava is willing to obey her father's request and fight now. She tried to seize the time to cling to Rurik. In Rurik's view, this was just a little girl's coquettishness.

cute? Of course it's cute. Just out of season.

"Nothing to do? Let's eat quickly, and come with me to see the results of Yevro. I hope your father is here."

"Oh..." Saibolava's happiness suddenly disappeared, and then she pouted her mouth and ate all the wheat grains in twos and threes.

The glimpse last night made Rurik put the manufacture of the torsion slingshot on the agenda in his mind.

There are too many technical problems in making gunpowder and casting bronze cannons. They cannot be made by local blacksmiths who are still in the era of tribal alliances. They cast a model at most, and it is really practical Rurik is not flattering.

A big ship imitating the Caravel ship, with the first ship, there will be subsequent ships lining up to launch. These special cargo ships, which are also used for combat, must have suitable offensive and defensive weapons. Of course it is best to use ship artillery, the key is that it cannot be built. However, if the torsion slingshot is used for boats, then there is no technical obstacle.

"Don't rush to get the torsion slingshot yet, I have to see what they did at night first."

Rurik led a few mercenaries and walked out of the fence accompanied by Saiporava. Along the way, he heard some residents talking about "the woods on the side of the road suddenly collapsed."

what's going on? Could it be that Yevro and the others really listened to what he said casually and destroyed a forest?

Lyuri pulled Saipo Lava, and the two hurried out of the wooden wall. They found hundreds of people standing not far away, obviously watching a strange scene.

Soon, Rurik saw a shocking scene.

On the side of the road for transporting ore, the forest nearly half the size of a football field disappeared.

No, those pine trees still exist, but they are all turned into dark green wrecks and yellow and white stumps.

He saw that some people were dozing off, and some were holding a saw and chewing on smoked fish in the other hand.

Seeing the master coming, Yefro hurriedly dragged his extremely tired body, and walked over in a daze: "Master...Master, look at this forest. We...we have fulfilled your order."

"Ah! Just with my saw, done?"

"right!"

"Where's the saw? Is it all right?"

"No one is damaged, all are intact."

Rurik looked at the collapsed tree on the ground again, and then at Yevro's haggard face: "How many people are logging with you?"

"There are... thirty of them."

"Reward! You must reward! Take all the Kewen people to rest, especially those Kewen people. After they wake up, each of them will have a bowl of wheat porridge. I don't want my ration! I have to reward them for their hard work."

A small piece of forest was gone, and Rurik no longer needed to go into battle to prove the reliability of the saw, because in the next short day, Mechasta took the rest of Kewen's middle-aged men to replace the sleeping man. The clansmen continued to log. Ten hacksaws started a vigorous and efficient logging movement, and this is just the beginning.

Because the stove has not been completely extinguished, the axes and hammers made of low carbon steel have been returned to the furnace one after another. The process of making saws is being reproduced, and more saws are coming soon!