When a group of men had to actively cut down a large amount of wood to replenish the lost heating firewood in the white world after the snow stopped, the clay stoves covered by thick snow began to be cleaned and cleaned by the frozen river. After a while, the stove started burning again. .
Relighting the furnace reduced an ax into an iron ingot at a high temperature of 1050°C. The "water plate" of the impeller of the hydraulic forging equipment was removed, and the diversion channel was also filled and closed. The river froze, and the blacksmiths of the Iron Squirrel tribe could only rely on their hands to pound the iron ingots into iron bars.
They all thought 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 and flat as possible. Among the furnaces that were finally lit, the largest furnace was among them, and it had to be the only large furnace in order to be able to hammer the iron bars into red-hot iron bars that were equivalent to 150cm and continue to forge them.
Those Russian woodmen began to perform miracles. They struggled to get Rurik's rewards, to get oats, and even to obtain a higher social status for the Rurik tribe in the future under Rurik's rule.
The total weight of the felled trees was extreme, and the growth rings on the trunks were densely arranged, with more than a hundred rings counted. Some big trees have no way of being transported out of the forest, but some smaller ones can be dragged by organized reindeer to the frozen docks on the river, and long boats that are pulled to the shore covered in snow. Be company.
"Wouldn't these big trees be great for cutting out canoes?" Mechasta thought, and his layout was indeed small.
Rurik had long ago ordered his men to bring the felled trees to the dock for storage. These pine and fir trees were indeed to be used as ship materials, and indeed they were to be transported to the shipbuilding workshop in Fort Ross for further processing by those clever shipbuilders.
Rurik was busy with his big business, even the night could not force the fire of his enthusiasm to extinguish.
So the bonfire was lit in the snow, and the flames in the big and small stoves were still amazing.
This time, as many as ten saw blades were roughly processed again. They had been shaped during the day. Now, it was Rurik's strong mercenaries, holding assault-made chromium iron quenching chisels, to carve out teeth for the iron bars. .
The chisel work didn't involve the same depth and spacing of the teeth, Rurik just wanted them to be as sharp as possible.
Carpenters were also doing auxiliary work. They processed 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, the bottom line for smelting pig iron will be reached. It smelts almost all ferrochromium, and the Russian blast furnaces that want to smelt it do not have this ability.
It is at least very tall. No, all the rough saw blades with teeth cut out have holes cut out at both ends. This hole is used to tie the hemp rope. Now, there are iron hooks hooked on it. hole and fish it into the furnace.
The stove was not inflated 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 that was beaten very thin began to carburize quickly. Because of its thinness, Rurik believed that the carburizing operation did not have to last too long.
Those saw blades were struck by only three millimeters, which was already very thin. Therefore, during the low-temperature carburizing operation, Rurik spent half a night to basically obtain elastic low-carbon steel.
It's really flexible. I guess the steel arm of the crossbow will be made thinner in the future. Although it sacrifices a lot of pounds, it still gets good energy storage because of the larger saw? In this way, soldiers can string the weapon with bare hands for a long time without any effort, even if they can only fire light arrows.
Rurik almost didn't sleep all night. He ordered the workers to follow him and work hard at night in order to complete the ten logging hacksaws.
The wooden frame is basically the same length as the saw blade and is made of mortise and tenon joints. It looks like a very long "work" character. It is specially made of discarded oak shipboards from Ross fishermen, which gives the frame good hardness and elasticity.
All Rurik needed was for it to be tough.
Those hacksaw blades that have been carburized are first suddenly quenched to cool down, and then baked on a flame for tempering treatment. The Kovin 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 Rurik got was partially blued, making it more elastic and tougher. Even the blacksmith put in a lot of effort.
He should have gone back to the mansion to sleep. Before the saw was completed, even his eyelids were almost useless. He sometimes wiped his face with the snow that was available everywhere to see the final product.
The saw blade is tied to the frame with hemp rope, and the hemp rope is put on the other end of the frame.
There was a wooden stick stuck in the middle of the hemp rope, and tired Jevlo took on the task of pulling the hemp rope.
"What's the use of this?" he asked.
"Nonsense, it will only be straight if it has a saw blade."
"Maybe we don't need to go through such trouble."
Rurik gritted his teeth and ordered impatiently: "Just do it, there are so many words."
Jevro shrugged. At this moment, a faint aurora appeared in the sky, and the snowy world was illuminated by the aurora and stars.
Everyone looked up to admire the magnificent landscape, especially the Covin people of the Iron Squirrel tribe. They did not regard the aurora as a "parade of the Valkyrie", but as the incarnation of the winter god.
Coincidentally, the location of Ailon Olawa Castle is Kemi, Finland in another time and space, which is a treasure place for appreciating the aurora.
The appearance of the aurora makes up for the lack of visibility, and in the coming days, a half-month-long polar night will begin.
With the help of the aurora, Jevro quickly rotated the wooden stick, and the further back he felt, the more difficult it became.
"Is this okay?" He smiled bitterly and flicked the stick that could rebound quickly.
"I think it's OK. Look, the saw blade is straightened."
"It's really like that." Jevro touched the saw blade that pricked his hand. He gently swiped his fingers, not only thinking that if he rubbed hard, his calloused hand would bleed. He couldn't help being happy: "Hey! This thing will definitely be able to wear down the big tree quickly."
Jevro relied entirely on his own associations, and a scene of a big tree falling down appeared in his mind.
He saw that there were still small pieces of wood on the ground, and began to work with the first torque-stretched saw blade.
A large group of people gathered around, and they all wanted to see if Rurik's so-called saw could really cut off a branch that was only two fingers thick.
In fact, this was boring. Rurik had a sullen face. After thinking for a moment, he understood the reason for everyone's curiosity - it was very simple. In their concept, this was a brand new tool and method for processing wood.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Jevro made some movements, and the branch broke off, and the section was quite smooth. People with sharp eyesight can also see some sawdust scattered on the snow.
"This thing is really useful. In my opinion, a big tree can still break it, haha, maybe it is faster than an axe."
"Of course it is faster than an axe." Rurik's slightly haggard smile showed a hint of a smile: "Can't you think of more things? For example, a weapon."
"Ah?" Jevro held up the saw in his hand, "Sir, do you expect it to cut off the enemy's neck? Oh, if it is to execute the enemy, I am willing to use it instead of an axe."
"No. It's the stick tied with hemp rope that bored you."
"What's wrong with it?" As he spoke, Yevlo fiddled with the stick, which had been tightened by the torsion of the hemp rope and rested on the wooden pole in the center of the frame.
"It can be used as a weapon."
Yevluo was stunned. He was silent for a while: "I'm sorry, I...I can't understand."
A very violent yawn made Rurik want to say no more. I saw that everyone else had completed their work, and all ten saw blades achieved ultimate success. Theoretically, they all need to pass quality inspection before being put into use. Rurik did not have time to be so dogmatic. He directly summoned a group of people under the snowy night: "The tired ones among you can go to sleep. I need a tireless one." , you use the saw I invented to cut down the big tree, and when I wake up, I want to see a disappearing forest."
Rurik was happy to return to his residence, but his exhausted body really needed a rest.
He heard his father's snoring in the other room, and Saipolava's twisting and turning 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 the wood with the saw. It seems that I have to reward you again."
The Covans were indeed using saws to cut down trees on a large scale, and there was no need to teach how to use them. Jevro hasn't slept yet. In order to show his utmost strength by his master's side, he has to spend the whole night desperately.
It is said that as long as you do good things, the reasonable Lord Rurik will reward you with many things.
The people of Kovin were eager to get more rewards of oats, so they followed Jevlo to risk their lives. How is the result? It's all according to Rurik's plan.
There were as many as thirty exhausted Kovin people, carrying axes, hemp ropes, and even the latest saw blades, and holding torches made of cloth strips soaked in rosin, and entered the nearby forest covered with small trees.
The eyes of the arctic owl instinctively stare at the torches of the Kovin people, and the Kovin people also use this "phototaxis" to capture owls.
They had no intention of hunting at night this night. They just wanted to make a forest disappear to give Rurik a surprise, and to efficiently reserve a batch of firewood for the tribe.
The forest that will be wiped out is just east of Ironburg, and it is adjacent to the road to the mine. Naturally, it was chosen with the intention of expanding the road. They didn't care about the snow that was up to their knees, so they naturally formed ten logging teams and began predatory felling of pine trees as thick as an adult man's thigh.
They want to get rewards, and after they really invest in logging, they are also eager to prove to the Ross people that although the Covin people are much shorter, they are also many persevering and tough guys.
Who would have thought that a pine tree would be sawed off so quickly. What shocked the loggers even more was that the two men clearly did not use much strength.
Successful news spread frequently. If they had to saw down a pine tree as thick as a thigh, the two of them could do it within a minute as long as they put in a little effort.
Compared to the previous ax chopping, how much more efficient has it been? Jevlo could not calculate clearly, but not only the fallen pine trees already said a lot.
Those short Kovin people have the ability to destroy the forest for the first time! The continuous collapse of 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 Varangians' new logging tools to challenge the authority of the God of the Land.
The special hacksaw blade with good flexibility was not easy to break, and it was twisted straight. They cut the wood until the sky in the east turned blue. The hacksaw was not damaged, and behind them, there was already a piece of wood. The disappearing woods.
They were so exhausted that some even felt so hot that they had to take off their fur coats to keep out the cold while logging.
Isn't this courting death?
Fortunately, this kind of coolness on the surface is actually a failure of temperature sensing, which was discovered by the well-informed Jevro. After all, no one accidentally froze to death. When the sun climbed out of the horizon in an extremely lazy manner, people who were already sitting on the snow and taking a nap glanced at the tree trunks on the ground from the corner of their eyes, laughed and snored.
Rurik finally woke up. He got up and subconsciously slapped his face, groping around to get something to eat.
Saipolava had already gotten up. Like most tribal women, she felt that cooking was a woman's duty. She also went to prepare the morning meal like the women of the tribe.
Say it's breakfast, it's just like lunch. Not to mention that many Arctic animals 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 period of darkness? If they had not had to serve the men who continued to work despite the snow, the women of the Iron Squirrel tribe would not have been so active in the winter just to cook.
After waking up, Rurik quickly ate hot salted oats and salmon meat, which was a hearty meal.
He thought about cutting wood, and about the stick stretched by the twisting force.
He thought about it and suddenly smiled.
"Rurik, what's wrong with you?" Saipolava 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 just logging. By the way, where is your father?" Rurik looked left and right, and indeed 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 lowered her little head, twisted her body, and smiled from time to time.
She just planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity to get closer to Rurik. A strong man can use many concubines. For the future of herself and the tribe, Saipolava is willing to obey her father's request and fight for it now. She tried to seize the time to stick to Rurik. In Rurik's view, this was just a little girl's coquettishness.
cute? Of course it's cute. It's just out of place.
"Nothing to do? Then hurry up and eat, then come with me to see the results of Jevlo. I hope your father is here."
"Oh..." Saipolava's happiness suddenly disappeared, and then she curled her lips and ate all the wheat grains in two or two.
The glimpse last night made Rurik put the manufacturing of weapons such as torque slingshots 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 with a theory. They cast at most one model, which was really practical and Rurik couldn't praise it.
A large ship imitating the Caravel ship. Once the first one is launched, subsequent ships will line up to launch. These special cargo ships that are also used for combat must have appropriate offensive and defensive weapons. Of course it would be best to use ship artillery, but the key is that it cannot be built. However, if the ship uses a torsion slingshot, there will be no technical obstacles.
"It's better not to rush into the Torsion Slingshot yet. I need to see what they did at night first."
Rurik led a few mercenaries and walked out of the wall accompanied by Saipolava. Along the way, he heard some residents talking about "the woods on one side of the road suddenly collapsed."
What's happening here? Could it be that Yevluo and the others really destroyed a forest after listening to his casual words?
Ryuri pulled Saibolava, and the two hurriedly ran out of the wooden wall. They found hundreds of people standing not far away, obviously watching the strange scene.
Soon, Rurik saw a shocking scene.
On one side of the road for transporting ore, a forest nearly half the size of a football field has disappeared.
No, those pine trees are still there, but they have turned into dark green remains and yellow-white tree stumps.
He saw some people napping, some carrying saws, and gnawing smoked fish in their other hands.
Seeing his master coming, Jevluo hurriedly dragged his extremely tired body and walked over in confusion: "Master... Master, look at this forest. We... we have fulfilled your order."
"Ah! Just relying on my saw, is it done?"
"right!"
"Where's the saw? Is it in good condition?"
"No one is damaged, they are all in good condition."
Rurik looked at the fallen trees and then at Jevlo's haggard face: "How many people are cutting wood with you?"
"There are...thirty."
"Reward! Must be rewarded! You can take all the Kewen people to rest, especially those Kewen people. When they wake up, each of them will have a bowl of wheat porridge. I don't want that little ration! I have to reward them for their hard work."
A small piece of forest disappeared, and Rurik no longer needed to go into battle himself to prove the reliability of the saw, because in the short daytime that followed, Mechasta took the remaining young men of Kovin to replace him who was sleeping soundly. The tribesmen continued to cut trees. Ten hacksaws started a vigorous movement of efficient logging, and this was just the beginning.
Because the furnace has not been completely extinguished, those low-carbon steel axes and hammers have been returned to the furnace. The process of making saws is being replicated, and more saws are about to be produced!
