Zhou Qingfeng's dinner today was pork stew with wild vegetables — Female Zhenren raised pigs, didn't expect it, right?
Recently, everyone was a little tired of eating fish, so Zhou Qingfeng exchanged fish for pork. But there weren't many pigs raised by Herkulun. Since Uncle Zhou suddenly started eating and fed his men, the pigs in the city were almost eaten up in a few days.
After eating his fill, Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about the dirt and fell into the mud of the training ground. He and his men were all half-dead tired and wished they could just sleep for the night. Because of the lack of food, it was impossible to carry out heavy training. Now, many people were full, but they were also tired and in pain.
These 100 people were selected from more than 1,000 slaves and were easier to command. But they were all illiterate. Without culture, they lacked the ability to understand complex orders, and they couldn't play with slightly different tricks. So Zhou Qingfeng didn't practice any fighting skills. He just let the 100 Female Zhenren, who had no sense of organization and discipline, constantly line up and stab.
It was easy to make the Female Zhenren scream and attack.
It was difficult to make the Female Zhenren line up and not move.
It took a few days of special teaching for such a simple thing.
Ten people in a row, three in a team. More than 100 people were divided into three teams and constantly stab with spears, just like what Zhou Qingfeng had practiced repeatedly for a month. Now, after a few days of practice, there was no improvement in speed and strength. At most, their steps were not so messy — others thought it was good to be able to practice like this, but only Zhou Qingfeng felt that he had trained a group of cannon fodder.
Tonight, Chu Ying didn't come and let Zhou Qingfeng practice how to forcibly invade the sea of consciousness of the slaves. But Zhou Qingfeng couldn't do this most basic thing. He always felt that something was wrong. At this moment, he fell to the ground and looked at the night sky, thinking nothing, his mind was clear.
The whispers of the slave soldiers, the cries of the insects in the forest, the sounds of the construction site … Even if Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes, he could still sense the subtle movements in his surroundings with the help of the Sky-Mending Stone. He could feel, too, the mental connection between himself and the minds of the slaves, the influence of edification, the bond of command, the gratitude of emancipation. But these connections were not strong enough.
On the contrary, hatred and fear were stronger.
For example, a source of hatred was approaching. This was something that could only be sensed by those who cultivated in soul techniques.
Zhou Qingfeng opened his eyes and saw Mao Ada approaching him with a charming smile on his face. This guy held two round wooden pulleys in his hands and said, "Chief, Master, I've made what you wanted."
Oh … Zhou Qingfeng sat up excitedly and took the two pulleys for a closer look.
Recently, Mao Ada had been taught a lesson, so he had become much more well-behaved. Zhou Qingfeng had asked him to make two pulleys according to the blueprint, and now it was finally a success. These were two eccentric wheels, and the internal bearings came from a handcart that had been damaged in use. Zhou Qingfeng found a way to dismantle it and had Mao Ada put a wooden frame on it, transforming it into an eccentric wheel.
The wheels were polished quite well and were very smooth.
"Where's the bow?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
Mao Ada had five slave disciples behind him, and each of them held a horn bow and handed it to Zhou Qingfeng. This bow was the one that Chu Ying had thrown to Zhou Qingfeng. Because it required too much strength, far exceeding Zhou Qingfeng's arm strength, he couldn't use it at all.
But archery was too important in ancient wars, so Zhou Qingfeng couldn't give up on this skill. But he didn't have enough strength, so he could only think of a way to modify the horn bow. Installing an eccentric wheel on the bow arm, turning it into a pulley bow — — moving a pulley could greatly reduce the strength used, this was determined by physics.
The pulling force of a normal bow would increase as the bow arm bent. But the pulling force of a pulley bow would decrease after reaching a peak, and the pulley could greatly reduce the strength needed to maintain the bowstring. In other words, the force used to pull the string was still very strong, but after pulling the string, the stabilizing force would decrease. This was of great significance in archery.
A person's explosive force would always far exceed the stabilizing force. Zhou Qingfeng could now pull the bow with a sudden force, but if he didn't reduce the force after pulling, he wouldn't be able to stabilize the bowstring, and it would immediately bounce back. This naturally couldn't be said to be a matter of aiming. But changing to a pulley bow, this problem was solved.
The bow arm was slotted with two eccentric pulleys. The bowstring was changed from cowhide to the wire of a clothes pole, and the way it was wound became quite complicated. The body of the bow was equipped with an arrow stand and a simple perforated sight. The latter was a piece of hardwood that was firmly fixed on the arm of the bow. The arrow that was shot would be parallel to the hardwood and serve as the basis for the archer's aim.
Although it was still very simple compared to a real pulley bow, the modified horn bow was very complicated compared to the ancient bow. The whole modification plan was seen by Zhou Qingfeng from a magazine in the Time Island. Now that the initial modification was done, it was time to install it — — Mao Ada's craftsmanship was still a bit lacking, the tolerance between the various parts was a bit large, and assembly became very difficult.
"The edge of the pulley needs to be thinner."
"The sight is not tied firmly enough, this place should be made with a tenon structure."
"This slot is too small, the bearing can't be stuffed in, at least one centimeter deeper."
Zhou Qingfeng gave a lot of suggestions, and Mao Ada modified it on the spot. In the end, all the parts were broken in, and finally it was barely assembled. And after the assembly, no one could recognize that this was the original horn bow, it looked too strange.
After nearly two months of training in Ekulen, Zhou Qingfeng's strength was twice as strong as when he escaped from Hetuala. He held the bow arm handle with one hand, and with the other hand, he pulled the bowstring back with a special release device. The muscles on both arms bulged suddenly, and the pulley on the bow arm immediately rotated, the bowstring tightened, and the bow arm bent.
The horn bow was finally pulled!
After the bowstring was pulled back a certain distance, the rebound force from the bow arm was greatly reduced by the two eccentric pulleys. According to Zhou Qingfeng's design, the pulley device saved 70% of the force. With this level of strength, Zhou Qingfeng was able to steadily control the bow and was able to calmly aim at the target.
The pulley bow could shoot very far and very accurately, but the disadvantage was that the archer's shooting speed would be slower, because it was much more complicated to operate than ordinary bows.
The later Manchurian Qing Dynasty said that their ancestors were good at riding and shooting, but this "riding and shooting" did not mean shooting on horseback, but maneuvering on horseback and shooting when dismounted. The Jianzhou Jurchen were good at fighting on foot, and their elites rushed to the battlefield on horseback, dismounted, and used strong bows and big arrows to approach the enemy's formation, shooting at the enemy's unprotected face at a close range of ten meters.
Because the Jurchen was good at archery, Zhou Qingfeng was actually very interested in Chu Ying's archery. Unfortunately, he could not even learn military formations, so he did not have the mood to learn archery. But now that the technology of the pulley bow had greatly reduced the difficulty of learning archery, he felt that he might be able to do both.
After slowly releasing the bowstring and feeling the soreness in his arm, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he could easily shoot more than ten arrows. He took out an iron arrow and placed it on the arrow stand, hooked the tail of the arrow with a spreader that could improve the stability of the arrow, and pulled the bowstring again. The bowstring made a slight creaking sound, forming a crescent moon.
After pulling the bowstring to the full, Zhou Qingfeng adjusted the direction, aimed at a tree about fifty meters away, and released the spreader. The bowstring retracted, and the steel wire string pulled the arrow as it flew out. The heavy arrow made an extremely short whooshing sound in the air, and before anyone could react, it hit the opposite tree trunk.
Fast, too fast!
Although it saved energy, the kinetic energy generated by the bending and rebounding of the bowstring was not reduced at all.
This horn bow was snatched from Hetuala by Chu Ying, and he would not have taken a fancy to it if it was not a good bow. Now that Zhou Qingfeng pulled it open and shot an arrow, the huge force made the arrow abnormally fast. Everyone present was startled by this voice that contained great strength and power.
Mao Ada, who was in charge of the modification, was the most confused. He was originally a bow smith, and carpentry was only the basics of being a bow smith. When he accepted the task from Zhou Qingfeng, he felt that the other was completely messing around, and a good horn bow was going to be ruined.
Nowadays, it was not easy to make a good bow. The materials were exquisite, the workmanship was complicated, and it took a long time. A good bow was enough for the archer to love, and it could even be a family heirloom.
Mao Ada had been criticizing it when he was modifying it, but now after the modification …. Shock!
This was the only word that could describe Mao Ada's current mood, and only he could feel the huge change of this horn bow before and after the modification. Before the modification, this horn bow could only be considered a good bow, but after the modification, it was super good. Although he did not understand the principle of the modification, he still knew what it meant — mastering this skill was enough to become a grandmaster!
After shooting the arrow, Zhou Qingfeng was also satisfied. He put away the horn bow, and said to Mao Ada, "You did well this time, you can receive a reward. But this skill …. Hand over the blueprint I gave you. "
Zhou Qingfeng did not know how to craft, so he could only draw a blueprint and explain it to Mao Ada. Now that the modification was successful, the blueprint naturally had to be taken back.
When Mao Ada heard that he was going to take back the blueprint, he immediately let out an 'Ah!' and waited until Zhou Qingfeng responded with a few 'Hmm's' with a grave expression. Only then did he reluctantly take out a few pieces of blueprint that were filled with drawings of various parts of the pulley bow from his pocket.
"How many are there?" To ensure that the technology of the bow was not leaked, Zhou Qingfeng checked every single blueprint. The blueprints were correct, but there were too few.
"I forgot them in the carpenter's shed, I will send them over tomorrow." Mao Ada bowed, a bitter smile on his face.
"Search him." Zhou Qingfeng sneered a few times, and ordered the slave disciples behind Mao Ada, "Search him from head to toe."
Mao Ada did not have a good relationship with his disciples, and as soon as Zhou Qingfeng gave the order, several hands reached out to touch his body. Without waiting for Mao Ada to resist, the other blueprints hidden in his clothes were all found. After Zhou Qingfeng checked to make sure that he did not miss anything, he said mockingly, "Looks like your reward can only be given to your disciples. Trying to play tricks on me, you're the unlucky one. "
Mao Ada immediately became dejected, the grandmaster dream that had just risen was shattered in the blink of an eye.
Waving his hand to dismiss Mao Ada, Zhou Qingfeng tried the bow in his hand again. He nocked an arrow and was about to shoot a few more, when he suddenly heard a commotion in the forest not far away. He was still wondering who was chasing after him in the forest at night, when he saw a small figure dashing out of the forest, followed by more than ten people.
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