Chapter 241： Have a bow

Rurik sat calmly on the collapsed tree trunk, as did Jeflo.

It seemed like the elder brother taught the little brother some principles. Of course, this was not the case, but Rurik was indeed a younger brother in some respects.

"Rurik, you let me train you? Of course I can. But I won't show any mercy just because you are my master. I hope..." Yevlo paused, but he was a little surprised at himself. Such words come out. "I hope you don't have any misunderstandings."

"I understand. I understand all! I am hurt a little now, just to not bleed in the future."

Rurik hooked his head slightly, thinking about his future. In his heart, there is also the hope of becoming a samurai.

Will it become cool?

But it will definitely convince the people of the tribe.

Yevlo said sincerely: "Since you agree, when do you decide to receive training?"

"Today is over. Let's start tomorrow morning. You have taught my people. Tomorrow, I will join them and receive your training."

Yes, Yevlo slipped off the tree trunk and knelt in front of Rurik, "I will be merciless. This is what you hoped."

"Yes! If I can't stand the training, I can't be the real leader. Get up, don't be too formal."

Evlo was ordered to sit down next to Rurik again.

"Jeflo, what do you think of my people?" Rurik pointed to the boys who continued to fight not far away.

"They are brave, but they still lack training."

"Still training alone?"

"Yes." Yevlo said sincerely: "The tactics you invent may be effective. If they can all become masters fighting alone, your people will be more powerful."

Rurik nodded, and Jeflo's words made sense and were in line with his own wishes.

Because what Rurik knew took place in this year's battle, the front of the Rus army overturned the enemy's front, and it became almost a personal battle for every Russian soldier. The formation does have a tactical effect, but the battlefield always changes suddenly. A warrior, with a lot of skills and no pressure.

Rurik was in a good mood and continued to point to the girls on the other side who were being trained to walk in the queue.

"How do you think I train these girls?"

"They?" Yevlo frowned instantly: "Are you planning to put them on the battlefield?"

"Is that bad? I don't despise them just because they are women." Rurik said proudly.

However, his wishes were strongly questioned by Jeflo.

"Let's give up, women had better not go to the battlefield. Even if you formed the Valkyrie Legion, they are mortals, not real Valkyries, they are just a group of weak women."

weak? Not necessarily. Rurik wanted to use Carlotta's example to refute, thinking about it, his bickering was really meaningless.

A veteran mercenary captain, a personal bodyguard who is extremely trusted by Gould, he must be able to say some clever insights.

Rurik emphasized: "I have always had a dream of organizing all the women of our tribe. We Rus have a small population. If women can become fighters when necessary, our strength will increase. Listen, I hired you to ultimately enhance the combat effectiveness of our Ross people."

Yevlo nodded: "Rurik, my master. You are indeed more savvy than the leaders of other tribes I know. You deserve to be blessed by Odin."

"It's flattery again?" Rurik deliberately buttoned his ears with his little finger: "I'm not happy at all. I've heard these words too much and almost blocked my ears. Come on, what is your opinion."

Yevlo smiled slightly: "Maybe a small part of girls can become female fighters. Most of the girls grow up. Their best job is to give you the Russians more boys. You know, some boys can grow up. The legendary giant, with a huge figure standing here, can frighten many enemies. Female warriors? They will definitely attract the attention of the enemy. Oh, maybe you still don’t understand it well."

"I understand! I understand both. But I must train them. At least they must learn to pick up weapons to protect themselves."

"If this is the case, then dispel the idea of ​​letting them hold their swords and shields as soon as possible. It is difficult for them to have the strength to pick up the sword, it is difficult for them to participate in fierce battles, and they will even go crazy when they see the bleeding wound.

"So, what kind of weapons should they be equipped with?" Rurik asked.

Evlo didn't hesitate to say rightly: "Of course it is a bow. Is there anything better than that?"

With that said, Yevlo looked at the sky, with both hands in the posture of pulling a bow and shooting an arrow. Rurik noticed that the **** of this person's right hand was not at all the Mediterranean style commonly used in Europe, but the thumb and index finger formed a special angle, which seemed very strange.

"You... can shoot arrows?" Rurik asked in surprise.

"Of course." Yevlo didn't care. "I know this skill, but it's not superb. If it's shooting a rabbit or turtledove, I can still shoot it."

"So, you suggest me, train all the girls from my Valkyrie army to be shooters?"

Yevlo shrugged: "Of course. They learned how to shoot arrows. Even if they can't get on the battlefield, they can shoot a rabbit to take home. If they can shoot a ferret, peel off the leather and make a lot of money."

"However, I don't think my people like bows and arrows. Many hunters set up traps. There are less than 30 hunters in our clan who hold bows."

"Really? That's too bad. Over the years, I have discovered that the various tribes of the entire Mind Sub-Alliance don't seem to like to use bows. This is a bit different from my hometown."

"Your hometown?" Rurik immediately turned his head and looked at Jeflo's glasses: "Yes, you are a Finn."

"Yes! I am a Finn. Do you want to know more about me? I am happy to share my story with you. But now, I must tell you about bow."

"Okay. Don't the people in your hometown love to use bows?"

"Of course. We are different from you. People in my hometown don't know how to smelt metal objects. In order to hunt animals, we must make bows and arrows."

What Jeflo said is a reality.

The Finns, specifically the Finn-Ugel ethnic group, have crossed the Ural Mountains and entered Europe from Asia.

Perhaps from the very beginning of civilization, the East has naturally possessed a strong archery culture, and the Fin Ugel ethnic group from Siberia also naturally possessed this ability.

Up to now, the attacked Slavs continue to squeeze the living space. The Finns who escaped to the modern Finnish region, and even the Sami people who ran further north, still have to make wooden bows and arrows to hunt and protect. The security of the territory.

But they really lacked metal tools, and they looked to obsidian and bone-polished arrow clusters to shoot Varyag attackers wearing leather armor or even chain mail. It was really powerless.

In a sense, the Finns’ weapons and equipment are naturally inadequate. Even though many of them dare to fight, they are still being harassed by the Slavs and Varyag assailants, continuously shrinking the space for their activities.

What Jeflo said was a good reminder to Rurik, because in his plan, the Ross tribe had to be equipped with a large number of bows.

bow? More than a bow! The crossbow is also equipped.

After all, Rurik has an Oriental mind, and those archery traditions in the East must not be lost!

What is very realistic is that the era of fighting by brute force will eventually come to an end. Even if it is a brute force battle, the two sides pay attention to the ultimate move when they meet, and they must protect themselves to the utmost extent and destroy the enemy. If they can use a certain weapon to achieve the goal of victory, why do they need to fight personally?

Bows, crossbows, and even gunpowder weapons are all born for this purpose.

Thanks to them, the intensity of the war has become more and more intense.

Rurik asked strongly: "Jeflo, you mean, you can make bows?"

"Of course, this is not difficult."

"It's great!" Rurik slapped his thigh happily: "I want you to make a bow for me, and I want you to teach my girls to shoot arrows. No! There are also my boys."

For a while, Yevlo was confused about Rurik's whim.

"My master, didn't you say that you will be trained in swordsmanship tomorrow?"

Rurik smiled awkwardly: "Of course you have to train. Do you have a bow in your hand? It's a pity that the Orion of our tribe who held a bow was taken away by my father."

"Of course there are. Gould's house holds a bow. You know, as mercenaries, we are not berserkers who only fight brute force. We all have other combat skills. Some are good at throwing spears. Some are good at throwing throwing axes, and most people can shoot arrows."

"Okay! What about my other mercenaries? They are as powerful as you said? How do I think they are more suitable for lumberjacks?"

Jeflo’s expression was a bit embarrassed immediately: "My master, because of Gould, he cannot transfer the entire mercenary team to you. Many of your mercenaries still need time to train. I think they are no better than you. Where is your boy clever?"

When he said that, Rurik somewhat understood the intention of his father's actions. Of course there is a factor of distrust here, presumably father Otto has also read the order, those so-called mercenaries are not real fighters. Logging with an axe has many advantages. For example, today's tribes need a lot of wood to build a large amount of wood. While cutting wood to provide building materials, they also exercise their physique.

Rurik basically understood: "Very well. Bring me five bows and some arrows tomorrow. Or, I will go to Gould with you in a while and ask for some wooden bows."

A group of fair-skinned girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, they are holding wooden bows constantly shooting arrows.

Rurik felt that if they had pointed ears, they would be even more dreamy.

Maybe the Valkyrie regiment can be completely arched. Of course, they must also learn some hand-to-hand combat techniques. Archers who can't fight in close combat are not good archers.

This is true for girls, and even more so for boys.

In the afternoon, Rurik really and Jeflo arrived at Gould's mansion abruptly. Gould has undertaken a lot of large-scale civil engineering work for the Ross tribe, and he is also expanding his "mansion." Now that the leader's family has been living in a special longhouse with wooden floors that mimics the architectural style of Novgorod, Gould has learned how to start building.

Rurik also saw a large number of his own maids here, that is, a large group of Mellaren's former beggars who had to stay together.

He appeared suddenly, even so, Gould still hosted a banquet to entertain his big benefactor.

In the meeting room, some dried meat, bread cubes, and even dried plums were placed on Rurik’s low table as usual.

And the former mercenary captain Jeflo has now become a guest. Gould felt a very strong weirdness.

"My little master, do you have any instructions? I will try my best to complete it." Gould said politely.

"I have only one purpose. I want a bow."

"Bow? You... Are you going to hunt?"

"Of course. If the enemy is prey. I don't want to talk nonsense. Give me five bows and fifty arrows. I know you have these things."

Gould didn't say much, his neckless head nodded vigorously: "Okay, I can provide it now, as long as you are satisfied."

Seeing that Gould was so cooperative, Rurik couldn't help thinking more.

"Okay, so can you make more bows and arrows?"

"This..." Gould, who had no doubts, had to ask what happened now. "My master, what on earth do you want to do?"

"Then I will tell you plainly and plainly. Gould, I want to train an army that is good at holding bows and archery, but I am very lack of bows. If you can wish me this long-cherished wish, I will be very happy."

"That's it?" To be honest, the scheming Gould almost laughed. He thinks this kid's words are too ridiculous. Does the purely bow-holding team expect these people to kill the enemy? Is there any more weird resolution than this?

Gould didn't refute immediately, and sent someone to bring a bow with a big wave. He held it in his hand and stood in front of Rurik.

Let's talk about this bow, it is cut from a small oak core.

It was cut into a roughly cylindrical body, and it was crooked and subjected to bow training operations, forming a curved arc.

The bowstring is a twisted hemp rope. Both ends of the bowstring have pockets, which are hung on the so-called bow at a time.

Does this thing really count as a bow?

Seeing it, Rurik frowned, and it looked like a toy.

"Gould, are you kidding me? This thing is also a bow?"

Gould, who was about to explain, screamed: "My master, I dare not have the slightest expiration. This is our bow."

"But, this thing is too crude."

At this moment Yevlo hurriedly interjected: "Master, Lord Gould did not deceive. This is our most common bow. Even your Ross tribe is also a bow like this. The bow is the bow. If you think it is simple, maybe you can inlay it. Some gold and precious stones."

I heard that Rurik was dumbfounded.

With regard to this thing, where is the eastern tendon compound bow interesting?

Gould was very happy that Jeflo continued to call himself "adult", and he placed the bow on the table in front of Rurik: "It is not a weapon to kill the enemy, but it is definitely a good tool for hunting. As long as you are diligent in practice, Shooting precious ferrets is not a problem."

"Then can it shoot a bear?" Rurik asked, opening his mouth.

"Forget it." Gould shrugged and pointed to his bear skin hung on the wooden wall: "Listen, don't be afraid of bears, face them bravely. The best weapon against bears is a spear, everyone. As soon as it gushes out, the dangerous bear becomes an ornament in my house. Looking to the bow? That arrow can't even shoot through the bear's skin."

Gould's words seemed a bit exaggerated, but looking at the style of the bow, Rurik didn't think it was nonsense.

Rurik stared at the bow, the total length of the bow seemed to be only one meter.

This thing is obviously a single short bow, which looks like a toy.

Rurik stood up, grabbed the bow with his left hand, and began to move the bowstring with his right hand.

"Strange! I didn't seem to use much effort to pull the bow away?! Is this really a bow?"

At the same time, Yevlo saw that the master's action was also bright, the drink that plucked the bowstring was the thumb!

Jeflo couldn't help asking: "My master, don't you... are born to shoot arrows?"

"Maybe." Rurik shrugged: "I don't know how the bow is. Let me go out and try it. You guys find me something as a target. Go!"

Gould was very positive about this. After a few hellos, a group of people began to set up the so-called shooting range, in order to let their master Rurik have a good time.

The fact is so real, Gould doesn't say anything, he thinks that Rurik is going to play his cameo "Orion with a bow" today.

As for organizing a team of archers, Gould still finds it absurd. Because the reality lies here, the wooden bow used by the mercenary for hunting for the main purpose of killing the enemy is an object that a little boy can pull away. How powerful can it be?

Gould said silently in his heart: "Rurik, you still think of it as a toy."