Chapter 375： 1 piece of forest disappeared overnight

When a group of men had to actively cut down a large amount of wood to supplement the lost heating 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 burned again. .

The reignition furnace reduced an axe into an iron ingot at a high temperature of 1050°C. The "water plates" of the impellers of the hydraulic forging equipment were removed, and the drainage channels were also filled with soil. The river froze, and the blacksmiths of the Iron Squirrel Tribe could only rely on their hands to beat the iron ingots into iron bars.

They all think that Rurik is to make a sword, but this sword is too long!

Rurik still didn't want to explain, he just urged his men to tap the iron bar as long as possible. Among the stoves that are ignited after all, the largest stove is also on the list, and it must be the only big stove to be beaten again into a 150 cm iron bar to burn red and continue to forge.

The Ros loggers began to perform miracles. They were struggling to get Rurik's reward, to obtain oats, and even to obtain a higher social status for the Ross tribe under Rurik in the future.

The total weight of the felled trees is extreme. The annual rings of the tree trunks are densely arranged, which can exceed a hundred circles after a little count. Some big trees are not transported out of the forest at all, but some are small ones. They can be organized to use the reindeer to pull them to the frozen pier on the riverside, and those long boats that are pulled to the shore covered with snow. Associate.

"Isn't these big trees good to gouge into a canoe?" Mezzasta thought so, his pattern is indeed small.

Rurik had long ordered his men to pull the felled trees to the dock for storage. These pine and fir trees are indeed to be used as ship materials, and they are indeed to be transported to the shipbuilding workshop in Roseburg for further processing by those witty shipbuilders.

Rurik was busy with his own major events, even if the night could not force his fire of enthusiasm to go out.

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

This time, how big ten saw blades were to be roughed again. They were already formed in the daytime. Now, they are Rurik’s strong mercenaries, holding the assault-made chromium iron quenching chisels, and chiseling out the teeth for the iron bars. .

Chiseling work does not involve the same depth and spacing of the teeth, Lurik only needs it to be as sharp as possible.

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

A very large furnace is not a blast furnace. It can indeed be subjected to extremely high temperatures. As long as a little bit of temperature is added, it will reach the bottom line of smelting pig iron. It smelts almost all ferrochrome, and the blast furnace of the Russ who wants to smelt it does not have this ability.

It is at least very tall, no, all the rough saw blades with teeth cut out, each one has a hole hardened at both ends. This hole is used for binding hemp rope. Now, there are iron hooks hooked in. In the hole, fish it into the stove.

The stove was not filled with air by a bladder blower, and the charcoal block burning inside was completely smoldered, and the temperature was maintained at about 700°C. The saw blade that has been beaten very thin begins to carburize quickly. Because of its thinness, Rurik believes that the carburizing operation does not need to last too long.

Those saw blades were beaten by almost three millimeters. It was already very thin. Therefore, in the low-temperature carburizing operation, it took Rurik for half a night to basically obtain flexible low-carbon steel.

It is really flexible. I think I will smash the steel arms of the crossbow a little bit thinner in the future. Although I have sacrificed a lot of pounds, I still get good energy storage because of the larger saw? In this way, the soldiers can be unarmed for a long time without any effort, even if they can only fire light arrows.

Rurik stayed up almost all night, and he ordered the workers to follow him in the night, all for the completion of the ten logging hacksaws.

The wooden frame is made of tenon and tenon that basically matches the length of the saw blade. It looks like a long "work" character. It is specially made of oak shipboard discarded by Ross fishermen, making the frame have good hardness and flexibility.

All Rurik needs is that it is hard.

Those hacksaw blades that have been carburized are first suddenly fired to cool down, and then baked on the flame for tempering. The Corvin blacksmiths didn't know the reason for Rurik's order. Since it was his order, they had to implement it.

The hacksaw blade obtained by Rurik has been partially blued, and its elasticity and toughness have become stronger. Even the blacksmith has put in a lot of effort.

He should have gone back to the mansion to sleep. Before the saw was completed, even his eyelids would be disobedient. He sometimes wiped his face with the snow that was available everywhere, and had to see the final product.

Hemp rope tied the saw blade to the frame, and hemp rope was put on the other end of the frame.

There was a wooden stick in the middle of the twine, and the tired Jeflo assumed the job of pulling the twine.

"Is it any use?" he asked.

"Nonsense, only when there is a saw blade will it be straightened."

"Maybe, we can't make such a toss."

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

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

Everyone looked up to admire the magnificent landscape, especially the Kewen 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 Aron Olava Fort, in another time and space, is the Kemi of Finland, which itself is a treasure place to appreciate the aurora.

The appearance of the aurora made 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, Jeflo quickly rotated the stick, and he felt more strenuous as he went back.

"Is this all right?" He smiled wryly and flicked a stick that could rebound quickly.

"I think it's okay. You see, the saw blade is stretched straight."

"It's really like this." Yevlo touched the jagged saw blade, and he gently drew his fingers. Not only did he think of it, if he rubbed it hard, his cocooned hand would have to bleed. He couldn't help being happy: "Hey! This thing must be able to quickly grind the tree off."

Evlo was completely relying on his own associations, and a scene of a big tree collapsing appeared in his mind.

He looked at the small pieces of wood on the ground, and the anthology began to work with the first torsion-stretched saw blade.

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

In fact, it was very boring. Rurik was sullen. He thought for a while and realized the reason for everyone's curiosity-very simply, in their concept, this is a brand new tool and way of processing wood.

Amidst everyone's exclamation, Jeflo moved, the branch broke, and the section was quite flat. People with sharp eyesight also saw some sawdust scattered on the snow.

"This thing is really useful. In my opinion, the tree breaks it still, haha, maybe it is faster than an axe."

"Of course it is faster than an axe." Rurik's slightly haggard face with a slight smile: "Can't you think of more things? For example, a weapon."

"Huh?" Yevlo raised the saw in his hand. "Sir, do you expect it to cut the enemy's neck? Oh, if it is to execute the enemy, I would use it instead of an axe."

"No. It's the stick **** with twine that makes you bored."

"What's wrong with it?" As he spoke, Jeflo also fiddled with the stick that had been tightly tightened by the twisting force of the twine and was placed on the wooden pole in the center of the frame.

"It can be used as a weapon."

Yevlo was stunned. He was silent for a while: "I'm sorry, I...I can't understand."

A very violent yawn made Rurik not want to repeat. I saw everyone else finished their work, and all ten saw blades were finally successful. In theory, they all need to go through quality inspections before they can be put into use. Lurik didn’t have the time to be so dogmatic. He directly summoned the crowd under the snowy night: “The tired ones among you can go to sleep. I need a tireless one. , You can use the saw I invented to cut the big tree, and when I wake up, I will see a disappearing wood."

Rurik was happy when he returned to his place. It was this exhausted body that really needed rest.

He heard the snoring of the old man in the other room, and the tossing of Sepolava's body in her sleep.

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

He smiled slightly: "You really can't wait to cut the wood with a saw. It seems that I have to reward you again."

Those scientific people are indeed using saws to log large-scale logs, and there is no need to teach how to use them. Jeflo was not asleep yet, he was desperate for his performance in order to be around his master.

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

Kewen people were eager to get more rewards of oats, so they followed Evlo to their deaths. How is the result? Everything is in Rurik's plan.

There are as many as thirty scientific scholars who have overdrawn their lives, carrying axes, hemp rope, and even the latest saw blades, holding torches made of cloth soaked with resin, and entering the nearby woodland where there are many small trees.

The eyes of the Arctic owl stare at the torch of the Corvin instinctively, and the Corvin also uses this "phototaxis" to catch the owl.

They didn't intend to hunt at night for this night. They just wanted to make a piece of wood disappear, to give Rurrik a surprise, and to efficiently reserve a batch of firewood for the tribe.

The forest to be wiped out is just to the east of Elronburg. It is also adjacent to the road to the mine. The choice here is naturally intended to expand the road. They didn't care about the snow that hadn't reached their knees, and naturally formed ten logging teams, and began predatory felling against pine trees with thick thighs of adult men.

They want to be rewarded, and after they have really invested in logging, they are also eager to prove to the Ross people that although the Corvin people are much shorter, they also have many tough guys who are tough.

Who ever thought that a pine tree was cut off quickly, and what shocked the loggers was that the two clearly didn't have much strength.

Good news is frequent. To cut a pine tree as thick as a thigh, the two of them only need to put a little effort into it and it can be done in one minute.

Compared with the previous axe chopping, how much efficiency has been improved? Jeflo couldn't make a clear calculation, but not only the collapsed pine tree has explained a lot.

For the first time, those dwarf Corvins have the ability to destroy forests! The continuous collapse of the big tree completely aroused their animalism.

They are no longer satisfied to kill bears, wolves, and wild boars together. Now, they are going to challenge the authority of the land gods with the new logging tools of the Varangans.

The special hacksaw blade with very good flexibility is not so easy to break. It is broken straight by the torsion force. They fell the wood until the blue sky on the east side. The hacksaw was not damaged, but behind them, it was already a piece. The disappearing woods.

They are really exhausted, and some even feel too hot and want to take off their leather jackets when logging.

Isn't this looking for death?

Fortunately, this kind of surface seeking to be cool is actually a situation where the temperature perception fails, which was discovered by the well-informed Evlo. After all, no one accidentally froze to death. When the sun climbed out of the horizon in an extremely lazy posture, the people who were already sitting on the snow and napping, glanced at the tree trunks all over the ground from the corner of their eyes, and laughed and snored.

Rurik finally regained consciousness, and he got up and subconsciously patted his face, fumbling around to get something to eat.

Sepolawa has already gotten up, like most tribe women, she who feels that cooking is a woman's duty, and like tribe women, she is going to prepare the morning meal.

Said it is breakfast, it is no different from lunch. How about many animals in the Arctic circle hibernating? Not only is it cold here, the daylight hours during winter are extremely short or not at all. Why run around in the long dark period? If it were not for the men who continued to work with 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 salted oatmeal, and then served with salmon meat, which was considered a hearty meal.

He thought about logging, and he thought about the wooden stick that was stretched straight by the torsion force.

He thought about it, and suddenly laughed.

"Ruriek, what's the matter with you?" Sepolawa asked curiously, opening her large 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, what about 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 much to do." She hooked her small head, kept twisting her body, and sometimes smiled.

She just intends to take advantage of the rare opportunity to get closer to Rurik. A strong man can use a lot of concubines. For the future of herself and the tribe, Sepolawa is willing to obey her father's request, so she can do it now. She tried to seize the time to stick to Rurik. In Rurik's view, this was just a little girl's act of acting like a baby.

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

"There is nothing to do? Then hurry up and eat, just follow me to see the results of Jeflo. I hope your father is there."

"Oh..." Saiporava's happiness disappeared suddenly, then she licked her mouth and ate all the grains in twos or twos.

A glance 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 are not something that can be counted on locally with theories, but blacksmiths in the age of tribal alliances can make them. They can cast one model at most, and Rurik can't compliment it for the practicality.

A big ship imitating the Caravel ship, with the first one, there will be subsequent ships lining up to launch. These special cargo ships that take into account both combat use must have appropriate offensive and defensive weapons. The use of marine artillery is of course the best, the key is that it cannot be built. However, there is no technical obstacle to the ship torsion slingshot.

"Don't rush to get a torsion slingshot. I have to see what they did at night."

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

what's going on? It was always Jeflo that they really ruined a forest when they listened to them casually?

Liu Likla was holding Seporava, and the two hurried out of the wooden wall. They discovered that hundreds of people were standing not far away, obviously watching a strange sight.

Soon, Rurik saw a shocking scene.

On the side of the road where the ore was transported, a forest nearly half the size of a football field was gone.

No, the pine trees still exist, but they are all turned into a dark green debris, and yellow and white tree stumps.

He saw some people napping, some holding saws, and gnawing smoked fish in the other hand.

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

"Ah! Relying on my saw, UU reading is finished?"

"Correct!"

"Where is the saw? Is it intact?"

"A hand is not damaged, it's all intact."

Rurik looked at the fallen tree in another place, and then at Jefron's haggard face: "How many people were you logging with you?"

"There are... thirty."

"Reward! Must be rewarded! You take the Kewen people to rest, especially those Kewen people. After they wake up, they each have a bowl of oatmeal. I don't need that ration! I must reward them for their hard work.

A small piece of forest was gone, and Rurik no longer needed to personally go to the battle to prove the reliability of the saw, because in the next short day, Mezzasta took the remaining bit of Covin’s mature man to take the place of Huhulu The ethnic people continue to log. Ten hacksaws started the vigorous and efficient logging movement, and this is just the beginning.

Because the furnace has not been completely extinguished, those axes and hammers made of low-carbon steel are returned to the furnace one after another, the process of making saws is being replicated, and more saws are ready!