On the new day, the children's training remains the same.

Because of yesterday's training, the girls practicing bows became extra careful, but the woods were full of the swish of arrow feathers, and the tree trunks that were used as targets were quickly filled with arrows.

They are still using ordinary oak bows, and these bows have not been specially processed, and they may not even be dried properly such as baking.

Rurik was not a bowmaker, and he didn't understand the details.

He only understands the core of the bow, that is, the deformation of the bow arm stores energy, and the energy instantly turns into the kinetic energy of the arrow. In the final analysis, this is a question of mathematics and physics. Instead of oak as the just material for the bow arm, the Ross tribe obviously has it.

The girls holding the bows squinted their left eyes, almost relying on their feelings to shoot at the target twenty steps away.

This is a very close distance, but for beginners, it is not easy to shoot such a close tree trunk.

The traditional single bow is like this, it does not have a real aiming mechanism. It is completely different from the varied equipment and modern aiming mechanism on modern compound bows. The use of ancient single bows depends entirely on the feel of the shooter.

The so-called tens of thousands of times of archery, the archer has a bow together, archery almost does not need to aim, the archer can penetrate the Yang 100 meters.

Such a Li Guang-like existence can be described as a god-man, and Rurik never expects some of his subordinates to have such strength.

The girls were shooting arrows over there, and the boys continued their one-on-one fighting.

In the past few days, Rurik is also learning swordsmanship with Evlo.

He studied hard just to become a master in battle. He knew that what Jeflo taught was completely the art of killing, in one word, it was swift. There is no procrastination, there is no **** and embroidering the legs, what is important is that the shield blocks the enemy at the same time.

Jeflo has taught more than a dozen sword and shield tactics and demonstrated some strange moves.

It is said that these can be used in combat, as for the flexible response to different enemies, which requires a lot of practice.

But Rurik has a big problem right now!

Yevlo noticed it sharply.

The lined sackcloth was already wet with sweat, and Lurik was panting, and suspended his and Fisk's solo training.

"Rurik? That's enough? You have continued to insist." Yevlo pretended to be displeased.

"Let's stop here, I'm still a kid." Lurik said breathlessly, and then asked Fisk to find another opponent to train.

He approached the fallen trunk of the tree, sat directly on it, and poured water in the glass bottle holding the water.

"Hehe, people over there can't think of it. There are more and more glassware in the life of the Ross people, and they are already extravagant to use glass pots."

"Jeflo? You..." Lurik raised his head and looked at the approaching young man.

Yevlo sat down casually and said casually: "My master, you need to work harder if you want to become a real fighter."

"I know."

"No! You don't understand. Excuse me, I have something to say to you."

"Let's talk about it," Rurik said casually.

"Yes." Jeflo didn't like Rurik's perfunctory attitude, considering his own responsibility, so he boldly said: "Rurik, you are still too kind. I can't see your fierceness, your training More like a game. Are you afraid of hurting your training partner or..."

Rurik raised his head immediately, and asked displeasedly: "Do you have anything else you want to say?"

"My master. I just hope you are more fierce, because your enemies are always fierce. Please do your best to wield your sword in your future training."

"That's it? I feel like I'm already working hard."

"No! Forgive me for being bold, my master, maybe if you kill someone with your own hands, you will become fierce. Listen, a soldier must grow in this way."

I heard that the water that Rurik had just drunk almost spurted out.

"Kill? Why?! Go kill the enemy? I...you expect me to be on the battlefield now?"

"Are you scared?!"

"I...I'm not afraid."

"No! I saw that you were scared. It was like this at the beginning, and you will get used to it." Suddenly, Yevlo turned his head and stared at Rurik's eyes fiercely: "Compared to teaching you swordsmanship, I I am more willing to teach you bravery. Since you want to be the leader, sooner or later you will lead your tribe to participate in the war. You hesitate!"

Rurik did hesitate, he didn't want to be a murderer, but in the modern situation, it seems that the Rus tribe has no possibility of being alone.

"Kill the enemy? I'm still too tender. To kill a deer, I have to have a psychological struggle before I slay the knife. Am I destined to be violent?" The words in his heart were tightly suppressed by Liurik.

It seems that when I participate in combat training tomorrow, I will be a bit more aggressive.

In this case, will Fisker be surprised?

Rurik didn't want to kill the enemy for the time being, although he knew that Liwei's best way to let go was military exploits, but it would take many years for him to grow up to be able to participate in the war.

Jeflo mentioned another thing in passing: "Flazer has already instructed people to make new bows. Because of yesterday, the new bow may have a higher quality."

"It's good news." Rurik let out a sigh, and the topic finally became relaxed.

"One more thing." Yevlo's tone became gentle: "Your attitude towards servants... is really amazing. I heard that the girls yesterday are your first servants. Everything is because of this reason. ?"

"Am I being too kind to them?!"

"Isn't it? I feel that you mean to accept them as wives? Oh, you are their master, you have this right. This is also a good thing for them themselves."

Rurik was not shy, and his calm face seemed to be telling Jeflo that all the speculations were true.

Rurik said indifferently, "Maybe. They are gifts from my father after all. As for other girls, they are not."

"Or continue to train them to use the bow?"

"Otherwise? Do you still expect them to learn your swordsmanship?" Rurik asked rhetorically.

Yevlo shrugged: "Hey, it's good to learn more. That girl, is her injury okay?"

"Of course. Her wound is not serious. I will give her the prepared medicine and everything will be better."

"I'm sorry about that. You should know, Rurik, that every oak that keeps bends, sooner or later, it will crack. This is how the bow is. If the new bow is damaged in the end, please don't be too surprised."

"Huh?" Rurik became sensitive immediately: "Are you trying to complain against Gould?"

"No! I didn't mean it. I just..."

"Forget it." Rurik shrugged: "I just have something going to show you."

After all, with a sharp metal rubbing sound, Rurik drew out his bright white steel sword and slammed it into the dead branches beside him.

"Jeflo, you hold this sword, you can try to break it, or make it deform."

"Master, you..."

"Do you think I am making things difficult?" Rurik ordered: "Just do as I said, if the sword is broken, I won't blame it. If you don't do it, I will be angry."

Jeflo really didn't know what the kid wanted to do, so in desperation, he had to pick up Rurik's precious sword.

Speaking of it, Jeflo only knows that the Rus people have begun to equip a "hard sword" that can cut off iron swords, and Rurik has the most gorgeous hard sword.

Should I bend it?

Jeflo has never touched a steel sword in his life. He boldly grasped the silver-inlaid hilt and tried to break the blade.

The blade pierced into the trunk, and Yevlo, holding the hilt, intended to use his own strength to make the blade into a permanent bend, the so-called perfection of his own master.

The blade is indeed bent, but what is going on with a strong rebounding force?

Jeflo's eyes widened, and from the corner of his eye he saw Rurik smiling with his fists in his hands. He had already exerted all his strength, and the blade had been bent severely, but there was clearly a big problem in it.

Jeflo relaxed his strength, and the bent sword instantly returned to its original shape.

In consternation, he clenched the dagger and swung it for a while, and then carefully clamped the back of the sword with his fingers, so that the tip of the sword was aimed at his eyeball.

Because of his excitement, Jeflo's hands kept trembling, "It's... it's incredible. The blade is still a straight line."

At this moment, Rurik looked confident. "Of course. Jeflo, do you understand?"

"Understood? What do I understand?" Yevlo took the sword with a suspicious expression on his face.

"Didn't you just feel the power? This sword, you can bend it with strength. When you vent your strength, it becomes straight again. Don't you think it is a bit similar to the oak used for bows."

"Huh? Are you planning to..."

Through the eyes of Jeflo's experience, Rurik knew that this person had understood his intentions.

"At least I don't have to worry about a hard sword cracking. I will use it to make a brand new weapon soon, and my girls will be the first to use it. When I succeed, don't be too shocked."

"Really? Then I'll wait and see."

To be honest, what Jeflo is thinking is that Lurik uses the elasticity of the sword to make a special bow, which in itself is probably another special design of the "hard sword".

The morning training is finally over. Due to the increased training intensity of boys and girls, by lunch time, they are all hungry wolves.

As coaches, Jeflo and Frazer, the two received better meals, which is the reward they won.

Looking at the grilled meat and bread in front of him, Jeflo couldn't help but remember what Rurik said when he left: "I will build a good sword for you sooner or later, a flexible, unbreakable, and easy to cut ordinary sword. Good sword."

It's really exciting to think about it.

In terms of making equipment, Rurik's mobility is never said.

He changed his clothes after eating. The sweaty clothes he took off were naturally cleaned for him.

Rumia is the one who washes clothes. It is her own responsibility to wash the clothes for the owner, and she also enjoys this "welfare" especially. For now, among all the maids, she is the one who can be most closely related to Rurik.

Especially now. Rurik had to fall asleep with his mother every day to relieve her mother's sense of emptiness. Besides, it is normal for a mother to hug her **-year-old son to sleep. Rurik's own bed was temporarily occupied by Lumia.

Lumia felt that she was already doing something that his wife did. She was really anxious to upgrade her status, guarding the patron of Rulik. In order to stabilize one's position in the Ross tribe.

Rurik, who had changed his clothes, went straight to the smithy.

Up to now, all the previous assumptions about the crossbow are now finally going to be put into practice.

In fact, from the time the blacksmith Klavasen built the first steel sword, Rurik thought of this possibility.

Even making the crossbow itself was listed in the plan, but he didn't expect the plan to be implemented so quickly.

Rurik went there, and there was not even an entourage around him. As usual, he walked in the streets of the tribe, and people who saw him paid tribute to him.

He trot all the way and arrived at the clinking blacksmith's shop.

"Oh! Rurik, you're here again, it's not the time to collect the money today." Clavasson said cheerfully, and by the way ordered Kamnier, who was monitoring the distiller, to come out and kneel for his master.

Kamnier, who was half-kneeled by Rurik, stood up and stood obediently. After that, his sight saw the smoldering and carburized sword embryo in the furnace, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Because the sword embryo is a kind of low-carbon steel sheet that has been processed very flat and straight!

"Cravason, I won't talk too much nonsense. I'm here to announce one thing. I have a new plan. I want to make a new weapon, and you have to help me finish it."

"Ah?! Okay." When things came too suddenly, Kravasson quickly agreed, but there was resistance in his heart. There is no other reason for the resistance. Kawei, the best labor force, took his wife to visit relatives. The smithy still has a large number of orders to do. At present, the young Kamni cannot be expected to fight iron hard. Clavasson felt sorry for his old bones and had to continue fighting.

The old blacksmith wiped off the sweat on his face with clean water, and then skillfully used soap to wash his dirty hands.

He asked his wife in the inner hall to bring a pot of cool Qiujushui and pour it into the prepared glass.

"Liurik, we have a drink and let's talk about it."

"Okay." Rurik sipped a cup of chrysanthemum tea happily, and the taste in his mouth made him feel a strange familiarity.

Rurik has always positioned himself as an engineer. In terms of making machinery and equipment, he felt that if he hadn't been restricted by this tiny body, he would have used it himself.

The three sat on the floor, and a clean wooden board was placed between them.

Rurik didn't care about being dirty. He held a piece of charcoal that was slightly cut by a dagger and used it as a carbon pencil to draw pictures, and he explained it in detail.

"I want a processed sword embryo. I want you to shape it into an arc and beat the two ends into two rings."

"I need you to make such special woodware components."

"I need you to cast these parts in bronze."

"I also need you to make a special kind of arrow."

Following Rurik's explanation, Clavasson, a senior blacksmith, finally came to understand what Rurik wanted to make from the complete cloud.

It was impossible for Cravason to think of something he had never seen before. The only thing he could think of was that it might be very similar to a bow. At least, its purpose is the same as the bow, which is to shoot arrows to hit prey.

It's that Rurik's idea is too unbelievable.

"Rurik, are you serious? Use a steel sword without an edge to make a bow arm? Is this possible?"

"Don't look at me with suspicion!" Rurik asked with a sullen face: "Clarvasson, don't you have a finished steel sword here? You take one and bend it hard. I have to say At the moment, I can't find anything that has stronger elasticity than it. Besides, do you believe that the steel sword you made will break?"

This rhetorical question amused Klavasen, because the old guy must perform a "factory test" for each completed steel sword, which is the so-called attempt to permanently bend it. Because an ordinary iron sword can only be smashed into its original appearance with a hammer after bending it. The bent steel sword does not seem to have "permanent bending".

"Let's start then. Ryurik! I'm not a bowmaker. It's an honor for you to think about me. Then, you know to give it a name." Kravasson asked sincerely.

Rurik sitting on the ground didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "Just call it korsboge."

The so-called korsboge is a compound word of two words in the Norse language, which is actually crossbow, that is, crossbow.

After all, the first time Europeans came into contact with and used the crossbow, it would have to wait until the twelfth century. The large-scale use of steel crossbows began in the 14th century.

For Europeans, this object is a bow placed horizontally on a wooden support, which is a kind of "staggered bow".

It is a bow and not a bow. The emergence of Rurik made the appearance of this type of weapon in Europe prematurely. And as soon as it came out, it bypassed the pure wooden version and appeared directly as a "steel arm crossbow".

Rurik believes that it is extremely powerful and can even bring a complete innovation to the combat mode of the Rus tribe.

But no one in this world has imagined that such a weapon can exist. Until it can be made and can prove its powerful destructive power, everything is unknown.

Kravasson was very happy to meet the new needs of his sponsor and future leader. He also continued to sincerely say: "A staggered bow? A very apt name, but I have never seen it. Rurik, maybe only you can personally Help me. I hope you can personally guide when I make it."

"Of course! I will help you personally. I have to tell you that the weapons you will make are supposed to belong to Asgard, and I got the revelation from Valhalla that God allowed us the Ross tribe to be in the mortal dust. Make Asgard's weapons. Listen, Thor is also supportive."

"Oh! It's God's will? I have to do it earnestly."

Rurik's utter utterances couldn't help Clarvasson have a little suspicion. After thinking about it, who dares to say that Rurik is not the child who really got the favor of Odin? He must have also received favor from Thor and Frey. Even Freya asked him to treat the children properly.

All in all, the child used a tried and tested tone to prove that his own request was reasonable, urgent, and sure to succeed.

At least Rurik has never experienced failure, so Kravassen took off his linen shirt, put on a scald-resistant leather apron, suspended the work of making steel swords, and began to make the bow of the crossbow according to Rurik's request. arm.

The so-called bow arm, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com is a sword embryo with a length of about seventy centimeters and a thickness of less than nine millimeters.

With the straight and hot, enough carbon element has been infiltrated, the sword embryo turned into a low-carbon steel steel bar was gradually beaten into a slightly crescent shape by a hammer, and the work of making an experimental steel-armed crossbow officially began!

As for Rurik, he was supposed to be indulging in military training, and he was supposed to cultivate his body in the afternoon, but now he has really found a job that is extremely exciting.

Rurik, he had fantasized about the future Ross army with a large number of long-range weapons. When the enemy's army had not rushed to his side, he was shot through the shield by the powerful arrow fired by the powerful steel-armed crossbow. Shot through the body.

Faced with inexplicably huge casualties, the enemy stunned his companions and fled.

The so-called battle ended with a complete victory by the Ross people before the two armies fought at zero distance.

Because of this intense excitement, Rurik even forgot his current fear of killing. But it is just such a person who pretends not to be so keen on violence, but is happily developing Europe's most violent long-range weapon in this time and space. The contradictions here are really unspeakable.