บท 82: Chapter 249: 829 years of winter in the Rus
Otto had never imagined that there could be another kind of bow that could shoot through wooden boards with arrows, and this weapon could be operated by a child alone.
It is true that the winding method of the steel-armed crossbow is very unique and time-consuming. Since the arrows it fires can penetrate through wooden boards, it can naturally also shoot bears and wild boars.
This thing is the true "new trick" of his lovely son Ruriek.
When Otto shot the crossbow personally, he suddenly realized that he didn't need a ratchet winch to wind up. Putting on the thick leather gloves and stepping on the bow arm with both feet, with the power of both hands, with a roar, you can put the oil-soaked thick hemp rope bowstring on the trigger.
"Hey? Maybe it's best for adults?"
Rurik, with his hands in his leather jacket, looked at his father's joy with satisfaction: "Dad, this is for adults. It can make our soldiers particularly powerful, and it can also make many children have the ability to kill the enemy. ability."
Otto's rugged cheeks were pressed against Mutuo again. In Rurik's view, his father bowed slightly forward, he was clearly holding a rifle.
Otto muttered: "The wooden shield has no defensive effect. If the enemy's warrior is simply shot and killed, isn't it unfair? Well, maybe a real warrior shouldn't have such a weapon, or it's like Real men fight like that."
The old leader said no more, he pulled the trigger again. The hemp rope that returned quickly, like a knife, once again shaved off a lot of Otto's beard.
And the quenched steel-headed arrow fired out once again pierced the plank and slammed into the second plank afterwards.
At this moment, eight arrows have been inserted into the second board.
"I'm tired." Otto took the weapon, threw it to Haro Zossen, who was eager to try, and then slammed his arm that was sore because of his bare hands. He approached his son and asked bluntly: "My child, how do you plan to use it? For example, shoot prey?"
"Of course. Like shooting a seal."
"Seal?" Otto shook his head: "Let's go hunt the bear, or attack the enemy. Tell me, if you command an army, what will you use...your crossbow?"
Rurik didn't even think about it, and said loudly, "Of course it is a lot of equipment, hit and used. Dad, you know, I have a new agreement with Klavasen."
"That's your arrow formation? Well, maybe it will work."
Otto couldn't think of a scene where all arrows were fired. Perhaps the big reason was that the Rus organized the so-called army to take some actions, and the force was often only about 500 people. Now, the archer releases the rocket, making the engineers begin to get Otto's attention, but it is only in the area of arson.
The crossbow gave Otto a strong shock. He finally patted his son's head wearing a woolen cap: "My son, you may have a chance soon."
Rurik didn't know the meaning of his father's words, and didn't want to pay attention to the crossbow for the time being. All he needs to do is to occasionally go to the blacksmith's shop in Clavassen, take some spirits for his father, and see how many crossbows have been completed.
After Sorgon's fleet returned, the tribe immediately began its annual looting meeting.
Just like the "rules" that were revised again before, the chief family got half of the tribute! And this is also the result of Otto's mercy out of joy.
This time, a small group of unmarried young Russian men married their wives in Novgorod. After they returned, they held the wedding of the Rus tribe as usual.
After marriage, the young men not only received the blessings of the tribesmen for the new birth fighters, but they also had a large amount of food in their hands so that they could bring their newlyweds to spend a peaceful and prosperous winter.
More than five hundred Ross fighters shared as many as 200,000 pounds of food. This is the reward they deserve.
Each fighter enjoys about 400 pounds of oats or rye, in addition to other items.
The summer of the Ross people is always very busy. It is the turn of the cold winter. People hide at home due to the severe cold. If there is not enough profitable things, they will not leave the house.
Hiding at home, a man can eat a pound of wheat in two days.
Therefore, in the previous Sorgon voyages, all members of the tribe were eating large pots of rice, so that the food distributed to everyone was often only for one month.
Things have changed now, not only because the tribe has changed the rules for dividends, but also because the tribe has increased its extortion efforts. Today, the wheat owned by the families participating in the operation can be eaten by the whole family if they save a little bit of food, and the ice and snow will melt. What's more, the family has already prepared food for the winter, and the looted oatmeal is the icing on the cake.
They attributed the reason for being able to eat for a long time to the wise leadership of the leader.
It can be said that every success of Sorgon's voyage is accompanied by an increase in Otto's prestige.
But Otto is getting older year by year, and the strength he currently possesses will quickly be lost within a few years, and eventually he will become an old man waiting to die.
Every winter, Otto's sense of crisis in his heart becomes stronger, and seeing the rapid deterioration of Veria's physical condition in the past year, his worry adds another layer.
"Rurik, you must get experience quickly. Lumia, you must also grow."
This sense of urgency reached its extreme, and it was a great plan that Otto decided to implement. The plan began quietly in November among the Ross tribe.
It has been more than a month since the return of the Sogon fleet, and the time has entered December in the Julian calendar.
During this time, the people of the Ross tribe did not stay in their warm houses one by one.
Ice and snow are terrible and harsh for many people, but for some brave people, isn't it an opportunity to profit?
What's more, this year's situation has seen even greater changes, and its emergence has really stimulated the hunters of the tribe.
Nowadays, spontaneously going out to arrange traps to hunt ferrets, its lure of profit seems to be replaced by another kind of prey.
In a clear and short day, snow covered the ground as usual, and a half-meter thick layer of terrifying ice appeared in the fjord where Roseburg was located. The hard ice did not stop fishermen from thinking about fishing, such as digging a hole and throwing down the twine and hook for cod fishing.
However, after the fishermen dig a hole, they can often accidentally poke a seal with a short spear on its head and breathe.
In the past, the tribesmen caught seals in winter for the purpose of eating meat, and for tanning and selling them for money.
What now? Seal grease, which was once of limited value, is being purchased by Lulik at a high price.
Because the explorers were surprised to find that as long as they left the Roseburg Fjord and entered the vast sea covered by ice, the ice layer here was thinner and it was easier to drill holes.
There were more than four hundred fishermen who blocked the fishing boat and pushed it into the wooden shed. Then, holding the sleigh, carrying the tent-building equipment, ran to the distant sea to become a seal hunter.
And the maids of Rurik, they all became soap workers.
Yes, they are real child laborers.
But Rurik didn't feel that he had any guilt. He told his subordinates that they are now making soap by boiling oil to earn silver coins, and then merchants will use silver coins to buy food so that everyone can eat. They are incomprehensible after talking too much, and Liu Lixue repetitively instilled a truth: we just want to use today's soap in exchange for our next year's food, if we don't make soap, everyone will starve to death.
Those Mellaren beggars who are now the people of Ross, think of the pain of being hungry and cold on the streets, and cherish the hard-won favors.
The first ten maids became the best "soap teachers". They generally took charge of about six subordinates and became teams and groups.
Lurik divides the work of the girls' team, so that all steps in soap production are fully responsible for the team.
Because in the current situation, those hunters with amazing mobility can bring back more than a hundred plump seals every day. Rurik received not only a large amount of fat than he estimated, but also a large amount of meat.
He could not have imagined that eating seal meat has become a daily life.
And what shocked him most was his Lumia.
"This girl really deserves to be a Sami. What? The raw seal liver has a special flavor? Bah! The fishy smell is nothing delicious."
But Lumia, who has a soft spot for seal liver, does have this important job-as a teacher.
Those wooden shed canteens have been reinforced. The so-called reinforcements are actually snow and ice. The leaky shed turned into a closed place, and this place could not be used as a classroom.
It's very strange, but now it is Rumia, a Sami who is good at raising deer, starting to hold the priest's plank and tell a large group of children the history of the Rus.
What is the Ross tribe?
What is the Mind Subtribe Alliance?
What is a Danish again?
And the mysterious eastern people?
Now Lumia is a supporting role, and when it comes to teaching, Rurik has to play the role herself.
Here, the most important content that Rurik temporarily taught is history, or "the story of the past." The children listened to it as a story. Under the dim oil lamp, Rurik saw wide-open eyes. In an instant, a joy of being a teacher came to my heart.
It was a pity that he was able to accept and study here, except for his own maid, the number of boys was only in hand. The boys sitting here are their confidants. They are not really for knowledge, maybe just because they want to have a closer relationship with the boss
That being the case, Rurik simply told everyone that the so-called "human world" is not a giant disk on the so-called world tree, but a big ball floating on the water. However, it is really difficult for children to understand the face of the world abstractly. For this reason, Rurik had to make up some stories in order to justify himself.
A lot of incredible rhetoric made Lumia highly nervous, and she felt that the words of the "Son of God" were the truth.
She felt that Rurik was her own male god, and there was worship in her eyes.
Of course, the attitudes of all the maids were surprisingly consistent. The master is the greatest person.
Rurik felt that this kind of life was extremely comfortable. He could not teach knowledge to all the children of the tribe for the time being, and it was a great thing to be able to teach his own girls to understand.
Because the girls here are not fakes, and Rurik doesn't think that his kidneys are invincible. He can indeed ask for the marriage of some girls. Most of the girls here are just maids, nothing more. They will marry the boys of the tribe in a completely pure manner. Rurik believes that these girls who have some knowledge will educate their own children first.
Lurik focuses more on the next generation. After all, ten years of cultivating more than a hundred years of people, for example, it took the old king of Prussia half a century to complete the compulsory education of the whole country. Education must be done, but there is no rush.
An easy life always leads quickly.
The maids have a lot of time every day to make soap. After finishing the planning work, they will receive the cultural knowledge education of Rurik.
As for a group of boys in the tribe, they are currently busy playing in the snow. Or followed the fisherman's father to catch seals.
The five blacksmiths of the tribe continued to ding-ding-dong, wearing leather aprons, standing in front of the stove and blacksmith's table, working under the heat.
The blacksmith's sweat fell into the fire from time to time, causing a strong crackling sound.
This year's situation is very different for the Cravasons.
"Dad, we gave up other people's orders. Is it really correct? I still want to continue to build steel swords." Kawei, who was desperately bending the iron bars, was emotionally dissatisfied and confused.
Cravason, who was immersed in the smoldering sponge iron, did not face his son.
The old blacksmith buried his head and said: "I made an agreement with Rurik. Fifty steel-armed crossbows. I must finish it before the Winter Solstice Festival."
"But the workload is not small. We have to make a thousand special arrows. Dad, we are blacksmiths who make swords and spears, not archers."
"We were never bowsmiths either. Listen, Kawei." At this time, Clavasson raised his head. He also manipulated the tongs in his hand, took out the red sponge iron, and carried it to the blacksmith's stand: "Stop talking nonsense. Yes. This winter, the guy who made the steel swords handed it over to those colleagues, and we focused on fulfilling Rurik's order. You don't have to regret anything. With fifty crossbows and arrows, we still earn fifty steel swords. Money. Besides, you and I don't have to worry about customers failing to pay this time. Lurik is the richest!"
"This is the same." Kawei said with a frown, "However, I still like to build swords. A man should have his own sword, and he has to fight with a sword and a shield."
"Forget it! Kawei, you are a blacksmith, don't have the idea of a warrior. We just build weapons. What is a good weapon? A good weapon that can kill an enemy has nothing to do with honor. We do it now Give Kamne's crossbow to Kamne, and this kid can manipulate it to kill a strong man with a height of two stikas (close to two meters)."
"Okay. I guess this thing can easily penetrate thick ship boards. If Kamnier can kill a strong man, he can be called a hero." Kawei shrugged, turning one of them into an arc. The bow piece, still in the state of wrought iron, was stuffed into a new furnace specially designed for smoldering and carburizing.
Kawei even more skillfully blew a whistle: "Camnier, get the charcoal, the rest is your job."
Only seven years old, Kamnier hurriedly hugged the charcoal block of a small rattan basket and ran to the hearth. While stuffing charcoal inside, he responded to Kawei's words just now: "The weapon invented by Master Rurik is the best. Yes, I will use it to kill all the **** I see, and then I will dedicate the bear skin to my adults."
"It's up to you? Well, maybe you have a chance." Kawei shook his head and looked at the kid Kamnier who was about to get into the hearth. He carried the hammer, and together with his father, started making iron. Forging.
Forging block iron is the first step in making a steel arm crossbow, and then Kawei also participates in the casting of bronze parts and the processing of oak buttstocks.
To build a steel sword is a process of continuous smoldering and forging. But the process involved in making a crossbow is really complicated. Kawei, he would rather beat the steel sheet more in his heart than he likes the various tedious tasks at present.
No one in the entire Kravasson family is laid-back or even pregnant Lilia.
The Novgorod girl, who was barely sixteen years old, had her belly getting bigger and bigger, and now the leather jacket could not conceal the essence of her display.
But she still shoulders the important work of making money for her family, which is making glassware and making distilled spirits. She even felt that just in terms of making money, why bother her husband, father-in-law, and even her future son, have to fight for the iron shirtlessly?
Isn't it more profitable to make glassware? Using crystal clear pebbles that are easy to collect in the mountainous area, processing them into a transparent cup, you can earn the equivalent of a sword with some not-so-complicated processing.
She knew that she had no right to dictate to men's work and decisions, so she had no choice but to get bored with her own business this time.
And silently await the Hanukkah of the Ross people on the winter solstice.
The entire Ross tribe is also eagerly looking forward to Hanukkah, and even the chief leader will inevitably announce a new decision after the festival.
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