It was already evening, and Kawei's work was not over yet, and the mercenaries were also doing their jobs, swaying their sweat frantically.

Rurik had been sitting on the fallen wood supervising their work, and finally stopped playing with the cracked sword and inserted it back into its sheath.

He has no regrets, and is even pleased with the success of his adventure experiment, as well as ensuring that he will avoid detours in the future.

In the final analysis, Rurik feels that his short sword most of the time is to act as a guard of honor, to show his wealth and authority. Therefore, everyone needs its bright color more than expecting to carry it on the battlefield.

Now, Rurik is very concerned about the ferrochrome.

Some axe embryos have been thrown into the charcoal pile for a long time surface carburizing treatment, the hardness of the axe head will become more extreme.

"I don't need an axe. What should I do with it? Make a hard stainless steel knife or a spoon. Yes! A stainless steel spoon, but the spoon needs a manual punch. It keeps smashing! Alas..."

Rurik, who was grumbling in his stomach, finally stopped being a spectator. He now needs to do another thing-supervise whether the Corvin women are cooking properly.

The men had exhausted a lot of physical strength, and Rurik was determined to reward his own talents who smelt chromium steel.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the aroma of food filled the air. It was wheat and fish.

As a blacksmith, Kawe too knows the principle of "forging while on fire". Based on his life principles and the promise he made to Rurik, he must beat all the sponge iron into an axe embryo.

If there are more qualified blacksmiths, the job will not be so difficult. However, he is the only qualified blacksmith, and the rest are all miscellaneous. He gritted his teeth and swung the sledgehammer, abruptly, as the sun was about to fall, completing all the forging of the sponge iron.

A special bonfire continued to burn, as many as thirty axe embryos were all put in, and they received a long and extremely necessary surface carburizing treatment, so that they had become very hard before the last quenching.

Hardness is the most significant feature of chrome steel.

Rurik believes that this rigidity will surely create some new situations in future wars.

Kawei doesn't know how many times he has swung the sledgehammer. He claims to be a very strong man. Now he is sitting on a wooden stake, and with the help of a campfire, watching his hands full of cocoons and squeezed wounds in some places, injured. It is also full of dirt and dust. He washes his hands well with soap, hoping to wash away the so-called "dirt invisible to the eyes".

He felt weak and cold, even if he was burning a campfire, the discomfort was very obvious.

"Ouch! Now I finally have time to eat something."

Kawei stood up hard, his body swaying as if he had drunk a lot of wine. He looked for Mai Xiang and approached those big urns that were cooking oatmeal in the open air, but he couldn't ask for a bowl of food in person.

For this man who has made great achievements, Rurik has prepared a delicious meal for him.

In fact, for all the people involved in heavy physical labor, Lurik considered the huge energy consumption they have to experience now and in the future, and they have really lost their food supply.

In fact, the mercenaries all held their wooden bowls, or sat on wooden piles, or found a rock, or sat directly on the ground, grabbed their wooden spoons, and began to dig and be boiled. The very thinly boiled oatmeal was stuffed into the mouth.

A large number of herrings with their heads and internal organs removed are also hung by the bonfire. A branch is often pierced for up to ten days to form "fish skewers" with a little exaggerated weight. Many of them have been roasted to spit out fish oil. .

In addition, there are also some big pottery urns boiled so-called vegetable soup, which is actually a batch of old onions from the Rus tribe's inventory, and low-temperature preserved yellow carrots. There are also some fresh edible mushrooms collected by the women of the Iron Squirrel Tribe, and even some fresh pine needles that are acceptable to the Ross people, and bear meat that has been chopped into minced meat, which has been stewed.

Compared with the randomness of other tribes with regard to food, Rurik can now be said to have truly governed all the public affairs of Ayron Orava Fort, so he has invested a lot of money in the food and drink of the personnel.

Ross people are often used to two meals a day, and one evening meal is the top priority throughout the day. Rurik decided that all heavy manual laborers would always enjoy the extremely generous diet and care, and this preferential treatment was brought to the men of the steel pine tribe.

In everyone's eyes, Rurik is a person who treats everyone equally. Everyone who thinks of his kindness does not think that Rurik's determination is to rationally pursue the maximum efficiency of construction. All those involved in the construction must ensure that their bodies will not collapse. Based on reality, Rurik is very taboo about losing any labor force.

Undoubtedly, Kawei became the biggest contributor. Not only because he started smelting and forging chrome steel, but also because he is the only and best blacksmith in the settlement under construction. When the builders' tools are worn out, only Kawei can do the best for them. .

The current Kawei is an irreplaceable talent.

Dangling, he was supported by mercenaries and approached the "Queen" bonfire of Rurik. He was also asked to sit cross-legged on a polar bear skin.

In front of him were two large pottery bowls, one of which was full of fragrant oatmeal porridge, and the other was a mix of sliced onion and cooked bear meat.

It's not over yet! Rurik didn't know the exact geometry of Kawei's appetite. Based on the principle of not being hungry enough for the blacksmith, there was a wooden strip on the ground with as many as twenty herrings.

"Kawei, you're finally here." said Rurik, who was sitting casually eating grilled fish with his close men. "You should have come over for dinner long ago. It seems that your work is finally completed. Eat it. , These are all prepared for you."

Looking at Rurik and then at the meal, Kawei's tears flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The wooden spoon is the first to be inserted into the thick porridge, and Kawei gnaws wantonly. The salty taste that has been deliberately added to the salt should be salty. For people who are already very salty, it is no different from a nerve. Strongly stimulating!

A lot of carbohydrates and salt were eaten quickly, and Kawei did not let go of onions and salted bear meat in another pot. The sweet and spicy, complex taste of onions is really a rare experience. When Kawei devours the greasy onions and eats them clean, this porridge will also be drunk to the bottom.

Kawei wiped off the grains of wheat from the corner of his mouth, and set the pottery pot to Rurik unswervingly.

Upon seeing this, Rurik motioned to Carlotta next to him: "Hurry up and get him another bowl."

Although there are not many oats and ryes stocked by the tribe, they are after all high-quality foods. Rurik wants to understand that whoever works hard for himself has the right to enjoy the best food.

So when Carlotta came holding a second bowl of steaming oatmeal, Kawei had turned into a big stomach king, and began to hold the herring that was roasted in oil in both hands, skewered happily.

Seeing him eat like a tiger, even if Rick has a lot to ask, he can only shut up now.

Asking himself, Rurik felt that he hadn't eaten much food in the past few days, and other people had already eaten all kinds of food they carried. He was very fortunate that he had arranged tasks for the fishermen who followed. Up to now, every day there are some fishing boats carrying the fresh catches he caught from the southern waters, or brought them from the "leader's warehouse" in his hometown. The fishermen transported all kinds of materials to the north for food, and even the inventory sold at a fair price by the Gould family, so as to avoid the worries of the builders.

Without the presence of these fishermen's convoys, Rurik is convinced that his work has been suspended.

To maintain such an economic operation model is entirely dependent on the control of large amounts of wealth. At this point, Rurik's ability to "gather money" felt that he had used the right place.

Rurik is convinced that all the men who log, construct, and even assist in ironing must consume more than 3,000 calories a day, and it is not uncommon for them to reach 4,000 calories.

I am afraid that Kawei has consumed five thousand calories just today!

A strong man can continue this extremely high consumption state for three or four days, but if you don't get enough supplements, a strong man is likely to die suddenly from exhaustion! In fact, Kawei has shown a strong state of overwork today. If he can measure blood pressure now, he will be surprised to find that Kawei's blood pressure has broken 160. The late night concealed his hypertension change due to overwork. The flushed face is definitely not caused by being roasted by the fire.

With a lot of carbon water, fat, and extremely important water and electrolyte supplements, Kawei's mental condition has finally recovered.

Kawei drank two large bowls of porridge, and really thought about eating nearly three pounds of dry oats.

He even ate as many as twenty herrings, and only the calories of herrings were 2,000.

As a blacksmith, Kawei always has to do heavy physical labor, his appetite is already large, this time he really broke a record of eating.

It is a miracle to eat food with more than five thousand calories in a meal, and it is a miracle to be able to enjoy such extremely high-energy intake anywhere in today's era.

"Are you feeling better?" Rurik asked kindly.

"Much better!" Kawei smiled awkwardly and slapped his rocky belly: "I really can't eat anymore. I'm afraid I will use three days of meals for one day. Thank you for keeping Rick, your kindness. I am very happy."

"It should be. Tell me now, can you continue to work tomorrow? After a night of carburizing, the axe embryos tomorrow should undergo the final forging and critical polishing. Can you still do it?"

Kawei's arm was still sore. He suggested: "Since you want to reward your mercenaries with the axe, they have a reason to personally participate in the final processing. I can only do the final forging and polishing for them, and The work of installing the axe handle should be their own business."

Rurik noticed Kawei's haggardness, and understood the meaning of these words: "You...really tired. Okay, I will arrange this."

This night, Kawei got the comfort he hadn't seen for a long time.

The past day and night seemed like a dream. Due to excessive fatigue, he opened his eyes after sleeping, and it felt as if the sky was bright in an instant. After all, he was a young man in his early twenties, and he was also an extremely young and promising person in the group of fighters. He happened to be a blacksmith, and his physical fitness was actually better than that of fighters.

Those who were assigned to watch the night continued to monitor the smoldering process.

After Kawei regained his consciousness, he commanded the manpower to pull out the blanks that must have been continuously carburized for twelve hours. Then, the towering stove opened fire!

The flames started to gush again, but without the powerful blowing of the blower, as well as less fuel and more pine branches.

Seeing Kawei swinging his hammer sonorously and forcefully, Lurik's hanging heart was let go.

"It's a young man after all, it's good to be young. Haha, I'm just too young."

For a moment in a trance, Rurik felt that he had become an old fellow again, only seeing his immature little hands knew how naive he was. In fact, he has always felt that his thoughts are also naive, living in such an era, possessing a lot of advanced knowledge and a certain amount of practical ability, but he is just a person. The advanced concept can't adapt to this era at all. After being beaten up in battle, he knew that he had been a little naive.

Now, Rurik is extremely eager to equip his tribe with the best weapons and best tools, so as to help everyone in the wild world, to ensure that the tribe is a good servant, and will not be destroyed by other powerful tribes at any time. .

Chromium steel is stainless steel, and now these carburized chromium steels have begun the final build.

"It's harder than mild steel. The Roman armored cavalry can't withstand the piercing of a chrome steel spear, right? An axe is definitely suitable anyway."

Soon Kawei's final work came to an end. He sat proudly on a wooden stake, directing the mercenaries to happily polish his axe.

There are a lot of pebbles and a lot of sandstone on the river beach.

To sharpen the blade of a weapon, the most efficient method is to make a grinder, even if it is a human grinder, the efficiency is better than that of a flat whetstone.

So is there the best whetstone? Of course there is.

As much as 69% of the ore that has not been smelted is highly fused iron oxide and chromium trioxide. It is precisely because of this high degree of natural fusion that the Ross people have a huge advantage. The metal composition of all axes is a very uniform low-carbon chromium steel.

The mercenaries also polished ordinary iron swords and small hand axes by themselves. They have sufficient polishing experience, and this time they have to be shocked by the wear resistance of the new hand axes.

Compared with ordinary sandstone, chromite itself is a better abrasive. The ore was polished straight in the constant mutual polishing. Even so, in order to polish a sharp axe blade, every mercenary was busy from morning to night, and this job finally had a result.

The night concealed the gray metallic luster of the chrome steel, but it could not conceal their hardness.

By the side of a campfire, a mercenary ignored the cut in his hands during the polishing process. He placed the ordinary iron sword he had distributed on the ground, and under the instigation of other mercenaries, he held his polished chrome steel axe. , Hacked down fiercely.

The iron sword was cut into two immediately, and the fractured opening also flashed a flat cross section under the bonfire.

The mercenaries exploded in an instant, and Lurik listened to the voice and hurried away with people.

"What are you doing?!"

The mercenary who cleaned up the chrome steel axe hurriedly and excitedly presented his treasure: "My lord, look! My weapon is ready, and with all due respect, with it, I don't need the same sword as before! Like you, I sacrificed it."

"You..." Rurik looked at the broken sword on the ground and had nothing to say.

He took the axe and watched it polished to be quite smooth. He couldn't help but be in a trance.

"It's so beautiful, so beautiful! It's not a baby that can be made in 830, it's more like a craft tool in 2030."

No one could understand what he said and what he meant, but it was praise to understand it.

What happened next was beyond Rurik's expectation. He never expected that because he had not made a clear recovery, his mercenaries would take out their ordinary iron swords of inferior quality that were easy to bend, and one after another. The "chrome steel tomahawk", known as a sharp weapon of the gods, was all chopped into pieces, but it was still as sharp as before, and there were no curling or cracked axe blades under the bonfire, which made everyone even more excited.

Only on the second day, some of the mercenaries with brand-new axes continued to work as lumberjacks. To cut down big trees, of course, the traditional (so-called traditional only one year) carbon steel axe is the most brave. For small trees, these chrome steel hand axes immediately show terrifying cutting efficiency.

Everyone saw it, especially all the Kewen people. They really couldn't imagine that the iron ore accidentally discovered by their expedition could be turned into such a treasure.

The steel squirrel leader Mechasta~www.mtlnovel.com~ he even felt that if his expedition quarried some ore and brought it back earlier, he would also have a lot of iron. Up to now, he attributed his defeat to the other tribes of science and technology mainly to the extreme inferiority of his weapons.

"If I own the mine, I can create a lot of hard axes and spearheads, and iron arrow clusters are no longer rare."

But Mezzasta was wrong. Those tribal blacksmiths who died in battle can make furnaces that can deal with ordinary ore, but for the chromite ore here, they must build larger and thicker furnaces and install more fierce blowers to smelt them into Sponge iron is then further forged.

It is true that they discovered the mine, but from the beginning, the Kewen people did not have the ability to smelt it. Eventually, they would give up because the ore was difficult to smelt, and instead continue to buy ordinary iron ore at high prices in the hands of the Finns in the south. Bring it back for processing.

Finally, low-carbon chromium steel tools with a chromium content of about 12% and a carbon content of about 1% began to slowly appear in the construction site of Ayron Orava Fort. People who own these tools have their labor efficiency. Immediately improve.

A leap forward in efficiency from quantitative to qualitative change, thus kicked off the curtain.