Chapter 298: Sacrifice the Sword and Embrace Chrome Steel

The special hole at the lower end of the furnace was opened, and soon, some hot molten material quickly flowed out.

This is slag, and their current state is actually no different from magma.

The simple smelting work can basically come to an end at this point. When most of the slag flows out, what remains in the still hot furnace must be the sponge iron that has been burned with many holes.

If ordinary iron ore is thrown into the furnace, what is in the furnace is pure iron that is almost free of oxygen and carbon in a sponge state. But how can there be a pure substance in the world? Even if it is wrought iron (pure iron), not to mention that it contains carbon, oxygen, and sulfur, it will definitely contain some other metals, and even gold atoms can be found.

The effect of trace impurities on the performance of metal materials is generally weak, unless the impurity content reaches a certain proportion.

The furnace mouth is still spewing hot gas, and the fuel in it is not exhausted. Even if the charcoal blocks have been turned into soot, the furnace can still maintain a high temperature for a long time.

The internal components are very special, and the sponge iron is burned red. Compared with ordinary sponge iron, it is intended to melt them. The furnace must be baked to 1800 ℃.

They are really very special sponge irons, and they are finally malleable after being baked in a furnace at 1100°C for no less than four hours.

After a whole night of hard work, plus half a day of struggle, Kawei looked at the slag drained with relief.

With his aching but strong arms, he suddenly took up a huge poker.

Some badly skilled blacksmiths will destroy the furnace first in order to get the smelted sponge iron out. Since the clay kiln itself is used as a one-time tool, destruction is also destruction.

Kravatson didn't dare to be so foolish. He was a professional blacksmith, and his hearth was to be used repeatedly and repaired frequently. When it came to his son Kawi, he would rather use a huge poker to "fetch chestnuts from the fire".

He stood on a high place, holding tongs in both hands, holding his breath while gritted his teeth to endure the hot gas spurting, the sweat was quickly dried, he felt like his face was going to be roasted, and his curly hair seemed to be on fire Start a fire.

Finally, the tongs grabbed a twisted piece of sponge iron and he pulled it out abruptly. The red and whitish iron suddenly fell to the ground, and Kawi immediately shouted: "Kamne! Quick!"

Seeing this, Kamne hurriedly took control of the small tongs, used all his strength to clamp the sponge iron, and brought it to the blacksmith's bench brought by Kawei from his own home - a large iron mound that was forged into a plane.

Rurik looked really thrilling,

He couldn't help but sweat for Kawi, and at the same time he was very worried that his servant Kamnee would be accidentally burnt seriously. Simply, everything went according to plan, and no one was injured.

Kawi jumped down, he ignored the mercenaries who continued to watch the show and the stunned boy.

He ran directly to the wooden barrel on the side, and poured the river water that was originally used for quenching operations on his head to cool his head that was about to catch fire.

His strange behavior could not help shocking Rurik.

"What's wrong with you? Could it be that you're injured?!" Rurik asked nervously.

"It's okay." Kawi's spirit was not fully recovered, and he felt that his face was still hot. He roughly pushed Rurik away, then roared: "Ah! It's time for forging! This is a man's business!"

Rurik looked a little stunned, and then Kawi was stunned to give orders to him. At the end of the day, Kawhi didn't expect some little boys to be in control while forging sponge iron.

Kawei knew Rurik's strong focus on smelting, and his rough and hot big hands placed on Rurik's shoulders, his eyes lit up with fire: "Rurik, I now hope for your support."

"You...you say it. I'll support it."

"I want your mercenaries, and I want them to smelt iron for me."

"This... ok!"

Considering that Kawei had thrown in a lot of ore early in the morning, it was not a lot of slag that came out. There must be a lot of sponge iron in this towering furnace. However, if the sponge iron obtained with great effort, if you can't seize the opportunity to immediately forge it into the embryo of a tool or weapon, it is actually a stupid and extravagant waste.

Then, Rurik noticed the order he issued to "support forging", and the mercenaries just let out a weak voice. They are not tired because of the frequent relay operation of the blower, but simply because they are mercenaries and warriors. Given their identity, including the blower just now, they also resisted inwardly. Now, as temporary blacksmiths, how do they Have such an awareness?

Hehe, it seems that you are really a group of guys who are eager for material rewards and excitement.

Forging is physical work, and it cannot delay time. Rurik understands the work that Kawei arranges for the mercenaries. In fact, the work is extremely simple. It is to manipulate the tongs to clamp the sponge iron to make it stable. The real forging is of course a profession. Blacksmith Kawhi himself.

Rurik shouted in public, "I'm your gold lord! Listen, you have to work for me. You're blacksmiths now, and you'll get bonuses when you're done. Your bonuses are no longer some silver or grain, It's an axe! You will make your own axe by yourself, and I will buy all the axe produced today, and they will all serve as your reward! I believe it will be the best axe you have ever seen, It's the best weapon you can wield right now."

When Rurik said this, the attitude of the mercenaries who resisted emotionally changed. What about Kawhi? He also has a strong motivation to continue fighting, because the most reliable partner of his family, Rurik, is here. This child claims to spend money to buy it, that is, it will really be bought at the market price.

For warriors, there is indeed nothing that excites them more than getting magical weapons or sturdy armor.

Rurik's mercenaries hope to save enough money to buy a steel sword, or to make military exploits in future battles, and to be rewarded by the gold master.

In fact, the mercenaries are really simple, and they can completely curry favor with Kawei, so that they can buy steel swords at a theoretically lower price from this master forging steel swords in a realistic sense.

However, it's okay to have an axe that has always been unparalleled, thinking that in battle and life, the axe is more commonly used than the sword.

A strong man struggled to clamp a lump of sponge iron, and Kawei used his own special hammer for smoldering, carburizing and quenching.

It was only the first impact that he could feel the strength of the sponge iron.

"Oh! It's really hard?! What's going on?"

His exclamation was a bit loud, and Rurik hurriedly leaned over: "What's going on?"

"Rurik, it must be because of something strange in the ore, it's really hard."

"Hard? That's a good thing! What else do you have to say?" Rurik asked.

"Then let the others keep the hearth hot. Also, keep the small stove on fire. I need to keep the iron hot when I forge."

The open-air smelter by the river soon became busy, and many people began to perform their duties, but Kawei was the only one who really struck the iron, and the rest were all assistants.

Indeed, Rurik could not expect his mercenaries to suddenly become blacksmiths, whose skills were not as good as those of apprentice blacksmiths who were only nine or ten years old. Even the blacksmith apprentices, they are only beginners, and their weak bones make them only do odd jobs.

Even though the forging has become more strenuous than ever, Kawei is sweating, he feels that a new metal material can be obtained, and the situation is moving in the direction he desires.

A piece of sponge body was smashed into two pieces. After all, to make a small hand axe mainly used for fighting and cutting off the legs of prey, it does not need to consume too much iron like a large forest axe.

Although the forging is very laborious, Kawei is sweating, fully demonstrating the strength and bravery of a man.

Every time it was forged, sparks were smashed out, and the sponge iron was rapidly "collapsed", and finally became a dark red iron block.

Kawai threw the iron embryo into a makeshift stove beside the large fire, and stuffed it into the hot coal to warm it up.

The iron became suitable for forging again, and he began to refine it.

The iron block became thinner and thinner, and the edge began to be punched with a strong arc, and then the reserved blade to be polished was punched out.

It finally has the appearance of a small Nordic forest axe, such as a large curved blade and a narrow axe back.

The narrow Nordic-style axe back was continuously curled by Kavey's beating, and finally curled into a hole. Based on this, he further forged and made a plug-in structure that accommodates the axe handle.

His forging work suddenly stopped, and Rurik, who was anxiously waiting for the result, roared abruptly: "Kawei, how is it now?!"

Soon, Kawhi responded to Rurik with a smile. He didn't say much, picked up a poker and clamped the still red axe, which was beautifully forged and forged, and slowly put it into the wooden bucket with cold water.

The sharp cooling of the axe in the water indicated the sudden formation of a thin oxide layer, which was not surprising when it was taken out.

However, when Kawei began to use the sandstone whetstone he brought from his hometown to polish the axe embryo, remove the black system, and want to see the silver inner quality, something magical happened!

A large number of mercenaries rushed to Kawei, and Rurik simply got into the crowd and stood in front of the card position.

"What are you yelling about?" Rurik asked disdainfully, "Having the iron made you crazy?!"

"Look at it!" Kawhi didn't say much, he showed the slightly polished axe embryo in his hand.

See, Rurik frowned a little: "This... is actually darker than silver?"

"And the texture of the color is very delicate! It's so delicate," Kavey added.

"Is it just that?"

Kawhi shrugged, showing off his whetstone: "This axe embryo sucks more than anything else."

"It's not good enough?!"

"No!" Kawhi said flatly. "It's so good! It's good enough to use up my whetstone in no time. I'm sure it's tougher than I thought!"

hard? Is it really hard?

Rurik was determined to conduct an experiment, and the experimental prop was his own dagger.

He drew out his bright white dagger and couldn't help but ask, "The two of them are scratching each other, who can leave a mark?"

"It goes without saying that it must be this axe embryo." Kawei said without hesitation.

"Not necessarily! When did you feel that you were struggling to make this sword of mine?"

"This..." Kawei was speechless, and in an instant he had a strange idea. Could it be that an axe embryo has become hard to an unprecedented degree? !

In fact, the current Rurik is struggling to withstand a lot of pressure. Under the watchful eyes of all, he put the axe embryo on the blacksmith's bench and scratched its polished section with a steel sword. what's the result? It's not that his hands lack strength, there really is no scratches on the axe embryo.

"Strange, so hard?!"

Rurik no longer believed in evil. He threw the sword to Kawi and ordered, "Come and take it, and chop the axe embryo."

Kawei took the sword, and he didn't dare to act rashly under the watchful eyes of everyone. "Rurik, so what? This is your sword."

"It's okay, the sword is just a tool." Rurik folded his arms and stared at the blacksmith's bench with determination, "Chop me, fast! Let's see who is tougher!"

"Chop!" I don't know which mercenary shouted, and the others raised their fists and yelled at Kawei, who was holding the sword.

Kawi's heart was broken. Although he had an ominous premonition, now he had to take risks with Rurik's sword.

He held the hilt of the sword with his strongest right hand, and when he rounded it, he slashed at the embryo of the axe. The strong impact simply made him let go, and when Kawi picked up the fallen sword, he could not help letting go again.

Because he had never seen such a thing.

"What's going on?!" Rurik was a little impatient, he picked up his sword, and finally it was his turn to be shocked.

"Oh! Actually! The blade is cracked?! It doesn't have a rolled blade, it's cracked!" In exclamation, Rurik immediately rushed to the blacksmith's bench and took a closer look. He never thought that the embryo of the axe had only small scratches. However, the blade of his carbon steel sword had already cracked, and Rurik really knew that there must have been a large number of small cracks that were invisible to the naked eye, and it could be said that the entire sword had been scrapped.

In an instant, a sense of loss came to my mind. However, at a certain moment of trance when staring at the axe embryo, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar texture of the object, Rurik was finally able to make an accurate judgment.

"It's chrome! This thing is ferrochrome! If it's smoldered and carburized on a pyre, its strength will increase!"

Rurik's sense of loss only lasted for less than ten seconds. He slammed the scrapped sword on the ground and held up the axe with both hands happily.

"Rurik, you..." Kawi really didn't know what to do. He lifted himself up and broke Rurik's baby. He never thought that the child seemed to like the new and dislike the old.

Rurik was overjoyed: "We've finally made harder iron! It's chrome! It's really chrome! We'll be making chrome steel soon! I'm going to make a brand new sword from chrome steel! It, everyone's steel swords are not worth mentioning!"

It looked like he was really excited, and Kaway changed his gloomy face and forced a smile.

In fact, Kawei is still not sure what happened. On the surface, it is true that the axe embryo is actually harder than the steel sword, but just because at this time, he believes that Rurik will not be so excited that this child is not a man of spirit.

This was indeed the case, and Rurik had understood that as long as the axe had undergone a little carburizing work, it could be said that it was stainless steel.

This axe embryo and even a lot of sponge iron in the furnace are indeed ferrochromium alloys, and the key to stainless steel is that it is mixed with a large proportion of chromium.

Now that it is determined that it is chrome, everything is clear.

Chromium steel is very hard, and even waywardness sucks. Of course it is possible to use it to make weapons, but it is not suitable for making swords or making steel crossbows at all. Now that the identity of the mysterious metal substance has been determined, Rurik has overturned all previous thoughts.

Rurik was convinced that he could not, even in theory, use the chrome steel here to make a crossbow, and that it would be of great use if the hardness of the chrome steel was to be vigorously promoted. Especially for the Rus, logging is a very important skill for everyone! Police such as now, it is the most correct decision to make an axe with chrome iron alloy!

Rurik tried his best to calm down, and he returned the axe embryo to Kawi: "You will make me a good sword in the future, but now, you must make me all the sponge iron into an axe embryo! You will use the whole Finish it in the afternoon, after which I'll send for carburizing that smolders through the night."

Kawi hesitantly asked, "I broke your sword, do you forgive me?"

"When did I get mad?" Rurik's sincere look speaks louder than a thousand words: "I know you're tired, but I ask you to keep doing it. Listen, you're making the toughest axe, and it's chrome Steel!" Rurik temporarily spelled out a word "Crstel" to describe chrome steel, but some onlookers prefer to call it "the hardest iron in the human world".

what! After all, it was Rurik's promise that every mercenary could have an axe made of these materials.

The mercenaries never imagined that the gold master would dare to sacrifice with his own sword in order to obtain the hardest thing. They felt that they had made a lot of money, and they tried their best to praise it as a magic weapon. Then, for the subsequent forging of sponge iron, they changed all the sluggishness and became extremely excited.

It can be said that Rurik really sacrificed his sword to get chrome steel. This is indeed the case. The Rus people already have the ability to obtain stainless steel tools by traditional methods and on the premise of consuming a lot of manpower and material resources.

In the face of the super-advanced performance of excellent metal materials, he felt that a series of efforts were worthwhile, but he suffered from his own sword.