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.
Reason, soon, the stove started burning again..
The furnace was rekindled to reduce 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 filled with soil. The river froze, and the Steel Squirrel Tribe
The blacksmith can only rely on his 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 big furnace to force the iron bar to be used again.
Beat the iron bar into an equivalent of 150cm, heat it red and continue to forge it.
Those Russian woodcutters began to perform miracles. They struggled to get Rurik's rewards, to get oats, and even to gain a higher social status for the Rurik tribe in the future under Rurik's rule.
The total weight of the big trees that were cut down was extreme. The annual rings on the trunks were densely arranged, with more than a hundred rings counted. Some big trees had no way of being transported out of the forest, but some smaller ones could.
The organized reindeer worked together to drag it to the frozen dock on the riverside, joining the long boats that were pulled ashore covered in snow.
"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 own affairs, and even the night could not force the fire of his enthusiasm to extinguish.
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 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.
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Chiseling does not require the same depth and spacing of the teeth, Rurik just needs 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 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 is reached. It smelts almost all ferrochromium. If you want to smelt it, the Russian blast furnace
There is no such 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 furnace 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 it was thin, Rurik believed
Carburizing operations do 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 is really elastic. I think the steel arm of the crossbow will be made thinner in the future. Although a lot of pounds are sacrificed, it still gets good energy storage because of the larger saw? In this way, soldiers can wind it with bare hands for a long time without any effort.
, even if it can only fire light arrows, it is still good.
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, giving the frame good hardness and elasticity.
What Rurik needs is for it to be tough.
Those carburized hacksaw blades were first suddenly cooled down by a sudden fire, and then baked on the flame for tempering. The Kovin blacksmiths didn't know the reason for Rurik's order. Since it was his order, they had no choice but to
Execute it.
The hacksaw blade Rurik received 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 would lose control. He would wipe 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 it?" he asked.
"Nonsense, it will only be straightened 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 Valkyries", but as the incarnation of the winter god.
Coincidentally, the location of Ailon Orava Castle is Kemi, Finland in another time and space, which is a treasure place to appreciate the aurora.
The appearance of the aurora makes up for the lack of visibility, and in the days to come, 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 wryly and flicked the stick that could rebound quickly.
"I think it's OK. Look, the saw blade has been stretched straight."
"It's really like this." Yevro touched the saw blade that pricked his hand, and he gently pulled his fingers. Not only did he think that if he rubbed hard, his calloused hands would bleed. He couldn't help being happy: "Hey! This thing!
It will definitely tear 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 started working with the first torque-stretched saw blade.
A large group of people gathered around, all wanting to see if Rurik's so-called saw could actually cut 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 cross section was quite smooth. People with sharp eyesight could 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."
Jevro 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 talk anymore. Everyone else had completed the work, and all ten saw blades were finally successful. Theoretically, they all need to pass quality inspection before being put into use, Rurik
He didn't have the time to be so dogmatic, so he directly summoned the people under the snowy night: "The tired ones among you can go to sleep. I need someone who is tireless, so you can use the saw I invented to cut down the big tree and wait for me
When I wake up, I want to see a forest that has disappeared."
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 twisting and turning in her sleep.
Before falling asleep, Rurik's sensitive body felt the slight trembling 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."
Those Kovin people are indeed using saws to cut down trees on a large scale, and there is no need to teach how to use it. Jevro has not gone to bed yet, and he has spent the whole night desperately trying to show his strength by his master's side.
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 Jevro to risk their lives. What was the result? Everything was according to Rurik's plan.
There were as many as thirty Kovin people who were exhausted, 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 store 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 for the purpose of expanding the road. They didn't care about the snow up to their knees, and naturally formed ten logging teams.
, began to target pine trees as thick as an adult man's thigh, and started predatory felling.
They wanted to get rewards, and after they really devoted themselves to logging, they were also eager to prove to the Russians that although the Kovin people were much shorter, they were 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 with the previous axe-chopping, how much has the efficiency improved? Jevlo could not clearly calculate, but not only the fallen pine tree has explained a lot of things.
Those short Kovin people had 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
Lost 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 seeking death?
Fortunately, this superficial pursuit of coolness was actually a failure of temperature sensing, which was discovered by the knowledgeable Yevluo. After all, no one accidentally froze to death. When the sun climbed out of the horizon in an extremely lazy manner, it was already sitting there.
People napping on the snow 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.
It is said to be breakfast, but it is no different from lunch. Not to mention that many arctic animals hibernate. Not only is it cold here, but the daylight hours in winter are extremely short or non-existent. Why are you running around during the long dark period? If you don't have to serve
The men who continue to work despite the snow, and the women of the Iron Squirrel tribe will not be so active in the winter just to cook.
After waking up, Rurik quickly ate hot oats boiled in salted water, accompanied by salmon meat, which was a hearty meal.
He was thinking about cutting wood, and also thinking about the wooden stick that was stretched by the twist.
He thought about it and suddenly smiled.
"Rurik, what's wrong with you?" Saipolava asked curiously with her big, watery eyes.
"I? 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, but indeed 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 lowered her little head and kept twisting her body, smiling occasionally.
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 now.
The last one. She tried to seize the time to stick to Rurik. In Rurik's view, this was just a little girl's coquettishness.
Is it cute? Of course it's cute. It's just inappropriate.
"Nothing to do? Then eat quickly, and 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. You can't rely on local blacksmiths who are still in the tribal alliance era to make them if you have a theory. They can only cast a model, and it is really practical.
I dare not compliment you.
After the first large ship imitating the Caravel ship, subsequent ships will be lined up to be launched. These special cargo ships that are also used for combat must have suitable offensive and defensive weapons. Of course, it is best to use ship artillery, but the key is that they cannot be built.
.However, if a ship uses a torsion slingshot, there won’t be any 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 is going on? 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 are just reduced to dark green remains and yellow and white tree stumps.
He saw some people taking a nap, some carrying saws, and gnawing smoked fish in their other hands.
Seeing the arrival of his master, Jevro 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 to battle in person to prove the reliability of the saw, because in the next short day, 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 and efficient logging movement, 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!