The two blacksmith apprentices were more cautious. Even though Keir had repeatedly reassured them, their faces were still twitching, their feet would start to run at any moment, and they stretched their hands on the horse's hooves.
Use a strong thin iron rod to find the place where the force was left before on the horseshoe, and then fiddle with it, put the iron rod in and get stuck. They then repeatedly confirmed that Keel had firmly grasped the horseshoe, and then Use force to pry out the iron nails embedded in the horseshoe and horseshoe.
There is an iron nail on the bottom of the injured horse's hoof on the left and right to fix the hoof and shoe through the **** horse's hoof. At this time, as the iron rod is pried, the two iron nails are lifted out.
There were two clanging sounds of falling metal, and then the two apprentices put down their iron rods and took out a chisel and a small hammer.
"Is that how it's handled?"
Keir was a little puzzled, and the two apprentices shrugged: "That's it, you have a firm grip, next."
The chisel reached into the contact crevice of the horseshoe still hanging from the horse's hoof.
The sharper chisel head swayed from side to side twice, scraping off the horse's hooves that had been softened by the rain, but it still squeezed into the gap between the two.
"Hold on!"
It was another reminder. Seeing that the two were about to hit with a hammer, Keir immediately stabilized his pace, leaned his back against the horse's neck, and firmly grasped the slender and strong front legs of the horse with both hands.
"bring it on!"
The small hammer in the hand of one apprentice swung down aimingly, and it hit the top of the chisel with a bang, and the other apprentice who was holding the chisel shook his hands, and the chisel slammed into the gap deeper between the horseshoe and the horseshoe.
The apprentice holding the chisel glanced at Kiel, who was younger than him, in surprise, because the feeling in his hands told him that the horse's leg held by Kiel was even stronger than usual when he was assisted by tools.
Secure a deal.
The two apprentices looked at each other, and then came again.
Chime—
With another hammer, the horseshoe was pried open by the chisel, and half of it was separated from the horseshoe.
"That's right, let's do it again. Keel, hold on."
The apprentice holding the hammer reminded him, and then knocked it down with a hammer.
Chime—
when! Jingle Bell-
The horseshoe fell to the ground and was bent down and grabbed by a blacksmith who had been watching.
He held the shoe up to his face, and surprisingly sniffed it.
sniff.
Afterwards, the blacksmith's face was full of displeasure, but it was justified.
"Teacher?" The two apprentices put down the tools in their hands and looked.
The blacksmith nodded: "Sure enough, the horse can't move because there is a part of his front hoof that is bruised and rotted."
Pointing to the back of the horseshoe in his hand: "There is pus and blood oozing from this place, it stinks."
He casually threw the horseshoe in his hand to an apprentice: "Take it, wash it, put it on the stove for overheating, and then hang it to dry."
"Yes, teacher." The apprentice respectfully took the smelly horseshoe into the rain beside him, and started to brush it with the pig hair brush on the cart.
Speaking of which, the place where Kiel and the others were at this time happened to be the tail of a logistics carriage.
The carriage of this carriage is divided into two parts, the front is loaded with some supplies, and half of the rear of the carriage is specially vacated and converted into a temporary mini blacksmith's shop.
The space here is small, all kinds of tools are hung on the walls of the carriage, and there is a compact steel stove underneath, which is directly fixed in the carriage carriage, which does not look like a human being.
The stove has a compact structure, and the upper part is a thin iron plate ventilation pipe for exhausting smoke and heat, which is directly connected to the outside of the compartment. The middle part is a steel stove that is not in contact with other places. There is an opening and closing padlock mechanism on it. When you open it, you will see the center of the bright hearth. Place it in the groove in the middle.
Kiel has seen a broken sword that the logistics clerk got from no one knows where it was smashed into pieces by the blacksmith, and then thrown into the groove in the middle of the furnace. When it is clipped out, there is only a puddle of swaying high-temperature molten metal left in the groove.
In the middle of this steel stove, there is also an exquisitely designed rotary mechanical wind turbine.
This thing is simply not like the exquisite metal gadgets that can be produced in different worlds today. Just shake the handle on the side and lift the heavy object in the center of the wind turbine vertical disk, and the continuous air will be sucked by the mechanism in the middle. Go in, and then gather an insulated stone pipe and blow it into the bottom of the furnace next to it.
And at the bottom of the stove, the most important part of the steel stove, Kiel had never seen what it looked like inside.
Every time the blacksmiths accompanying the army used the stove, they covered it, filled it with fuel secretly, and unloaded the ashes and waste.
But although he didn't know that this thing was a blacksmith, no, it was a good thing that Baron Kendall got from somewhere, but Keel recognized it from the dwarven writing on the steel stove, this thing must be a dwarf thing.
I just didn't know that it was the spoils captured in the previous war, and it was a good thing that flowed out of the Imperial Border Knights in Kendall County. It is also a dwarf product bought from outside the kingdom through trade.
In addition, there is a foldable cloth canopy at the rear of the carriage. After unfolding, the bundled tarpaulin hangs down, and a small blacksmith shop that is windproof and rainproof can be immediately built.
They were working on the site at this time, taking care of the horses' hooves.
There is a canopy covering the head, and the continuous rain is covered by the sloping canopy. Coupled with the hot exhaust gas from the steel stove in the rear of the carriage next to it, it is actually quite warm inside.
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The army blacksmith asked another idle apprentice to get a bucket of water, and first cleaned the inside of the horse's hoof that was fixed by Kiel, and the inside that was previously covered by the horseshoe.
After scrubbing, the horse neighed several times in Kiel's ear. Obviously, it felt pain from such gentle scrubbing of the horse's hooves.
Curiously, Keel bent down and looked over, and found that there was faint pus and blood oozing from the inside of the horse's hoof.
"Alas-"
With a look of disgust on his face, Kiel murmured to the horse next to him, what did it do to make the inside of its hooves rot like this.
There were big innocent eyes on the long horse's face, and the wet pupils knew nothing. The horse rubbed its face against Keel beside him, and it knew that these people were helping it.
The blacksmith was dissatisfied: "What an ungrateful beast, look, my apprentices and I are the ones who really help you!"
Kiel grinned.
After a bucket of water was washed, there was only half of the bucket left, and it smelled faintly.
The apprentice wiped his hands, picked up the bucket, stepped out of the canopy, and poured the waste water on the open space next to him.
"Okay, it's all good."
The blacksmith moved to make sure that Kiel still had a firm grip on the horse's front legs and that the horse was stable. Then he took out an overheated short knife from the stove of the blacksmith shop next to the car, stroked the bottom of the hoof, and then lightly stroked the sharp tip of the knife against the hollow of the hoof.
"Lu Lu Lu! Law—"
The horse suddenly barked loudly, obviously in great pain.
But Keir's back was close to the horse's neck, and his palms were tightly wrapped around the horse's front legs that were about to twitch, preventing it from moving an inch.
"Very good, very good." Talking nonsense, the blacksmith kept moving his hands, constantly cutting open the rotten place inside with the sharp tip of a knife, and poured out all the swollen pus and blood inside.
The horse barked twice, and gradually stopped barking.
And a stench came towards Kiel's pavement. It was pus and blood oozing from the inside of the horse's hoof. The color was dull, red and black, and the smell was compelling.
"Keves, shovel this up quickly! Quick, it stinks!"
The blacksmith yelled, calling for an apprentice who brought another bucket of clean water from nowhere.
The apprentice put the bucket next to the blacksmith, and then returned to the blacksmith's shop with the car. He came down with a small shovel clanging and clanging, and shoveled off a piece of grass that was drenched in pus, blood and blood, and threw it outside. .
After repeating it several times, the previous stench is gone.
At the same time, the blacksmith used a short knife to cut off all the rotting wounds in the horse's hooves, and did not stop until fresh horse blood dripped from the wounds.
He took out a tube of viscous ointment from his body, shook it well in his hand, then opened the opening in the wood, and poured the tube towards the wound inside the horse's hoof.
"What is this, uncle?" Keel was curious about this ointment-like thing with a pungent smell, so he asked.
"What else can it be, ointment for horses!"
The blacksmith glanced at Kiel's face, and warned: "Don't, don't, you can tell what you're thinking by looking at your expression, this thing is not usable, there is a kind of herb in it that is harmful to people but not to horses. Human wounds will be seriously poisoned when touched, but horses are fine, and the wounds will heal quickly."
I don't know what else is in the ointment. As soon as the medicine touches the wound, it immediately stops the bleeding and blocks the entire wound.
He took out another handful of dry cloth, stuffed the front of the horse's hoof wound, and wrapped the back of the horse's hoof.
"Waterproof hoof covers."
The blacksmith shouted, and the apprentice who cleaned the horseshoe immediately brought a clean leather sleeve like a bag from the cart.
This thing is set on the horse's hoof, and then extends to the middle of the horse's legs, and is firmly tied.
"Okay, let go of it Keel, you are right, your strength is really great."
Handing the tools in his hands to the apprentice to take care of, the blacksmith patted Kiel on the shoulder who had put down his horse's legs. As a result, the blacksmith with thick arms patted him again, and Kiel didn't even shake his body.
"That's right, I might have to call you Lord Kiel Knight in the future."
The blacksmith laughed, and Kiel grinned complacently.
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After helping the blacksmith, Keel packed up and went to have dinner. He found Bloodfang who was devouring it. The two were talking under the canopy next to the chef's iron pot while eating.
"When will the rain on this head be big?"
Keel leaned on a shed post, weakly stirring the spoon in the bowl, and had no appetite.
Xueyasite counted with his fingers: "Generally, there are seven or eight days at least, and ten days more. And after two days of clearing, it will definitely rain again, and this will repeat until the summer drought comes."
"Huh? It's endless, isn't it?"
Kiel was shocked. This difficult weather is really not conducive to marching. I don't know if this will affect the day when the baron arrives at the southern border battlefield.
Seeing Keir's exaggerated expression, Xueyasite chuckled slightly: "Don't be intimidated."
"Was that a joke just now?"
"no."
"Isn't it normal for me to be scared?"
It’s enough to tease the outsiders who are going to the western provinces for the first time to take the spring trade route. Xueyasite stopped joking: “Actually, what you said just now is scary, but do you think the businessmen who come and go care about this? Aren’t they still rushing on the trade route? .”
Keir's eyes lit up, and he urged Bloodyaster to stop playing charades: "Tell me, hurry up, tell me."
Xueyasite smiled slightly: "People who come from other places will definitely not believe it. The rain on our heads actually only falls in this area during spring and autumn. As long as we go out of this area, the rain will be much less , got back to normal."
"Only in this area? Don't you think it's strange?"
On the contrary, Xueyasite looked at Kiel in surprise: "What's so strange about this? The rain in the sky is either the intention of the Lord of the Sky, or it is a gift of nature. There is nothing strange about it."
"Uh, um, yes, you're right."
Although Keir found it strange, he didn't have much ability when he thought about it. He neither had the ability nor the time to figure out the reason for this kind of climate in one place.
And if there is anything strange, the local lord will consider it.
"but."
Xuefang added a little bit: "However, last year, the weather became a little strange. In autumn, it rained for a whole season, although the rain has not been heavy. In winter, there is no snow at all. "
Keir shrugged. The weather in Kendall County was not right last year. He heard the locals say this. After all, he only came here for half a year last fall, so he doesn't know much about the different world.
Keir complained a few words about the weather, then honestly ate his dinner.
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When he went back at night, Kiel told Knight Crowe what he had heard, but Knight Crowe said that he had asked the local caravan to learn more about the local climate.
I already know that as long as I go through this nearby distance, leave this area where it rains non-stop every spring, and come to a place a little farther away, the weather will be normal.
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in a few days.
"Is this ghostly weather the normal weather you call? Is there something wrong with the people in the western provinces?"
Keir, who was riding on horseback, yelled loudly towards Blood Fangst next to him.
He had to shout loudly, even if people were only a few meters away from him.
There was a strong wind whistling and blowing around, whistling and whistling, except for the sound of the wind, everyone's ears could not hear anything.
Bloodfangs beside him tightened the rope tied around the collar of his cloak to prevent the strong wind from blowing into his neck.
"What are you talking about? I can't hear you! If you can't hear me, don't open your mouth! Save your energy!"
Blood Yaster turned his head sideways after shouting, flattened his mouth, he could only shout back so loudly. After all, it cannot be said that the people in their western provinces really think that this kind of strong wind that can blow people away is really good. The road without rain or wind before is already considered the best weather. The windy weather is really much better than the catastrophic weather of hail disasters from the sky.
Keir rolled his eyes: "I said, you are all %￥￥#."
"You are %￥￥#!"
As soon as he finished his reply, Xueyasite secretly said that it was terrible.
But Keir didn't continue to talk back, but turned his head back, looking in the direction of the army behind him.
Bloodfang also turned his head back, but apart from the broken grass stems and blades flying all over the sky, and the whistling wind, the army in the distance seemed to be normal.
"No! There is a battle warning whistle!"
Keir listened again, he turned his head and said with confidence.
Blood Yaster put his hand on his forehead, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the large army in the distance. Gradually, he also noticed that the army stopped advancing, and there were some elite soldiers on horseback. The soldiers gathered together and rushed towards the local caravan in the western province behind the team.
"how come!"
His heart tightened, and it was difficult for this army from the northwest border of the kingdom to reveal its hidden true colors, and wanted to attack their local caravans for profit?
He unconsciously placed his hand on the long sword at his left waist, but was quickly stopped by Kiel next to him.
"Don't think too much! Look there!"
Kiel straightened his arm ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and pointed directly at the sky above the chaotic caravan among the low hills in the distance.
"What's that? Uncle Ster, do you know?" Keel's shout sounded from the side, but Bloody Stoker was really relieved after seeing the thing in the sky.
Those were two small black dots swaying in the air. It could be vaguely seen that the winged thing above wanted to fly to a higher place, while the struggling thing below was disturbing.
Soon, the winged thing above seemed to lose patience, and no longer flew up. Instead, it flew flat for a while, and threw the struggling little thing caught under it viciously.
It was the top of a low hill a little away from the army and caravans, and there was a faint cry of despair from the little thing thrown down.
The shout was carried far away by the strong wind where the two were.
"ah!!!!!!"
Then it fell heavily in the grass of the low hill.
There is no doubt that even if the ground is full of soft meadows, if they fall from that height, unless they are knights, they will die.
The winged thing then flew down and caught again the man it had thrown.
This time, humans have no struggle.
Gudong, even with such a disturbing strong wind, Xueyasite still heard the sound of the young soldier swallowing his saliva next to him.
He let out a breath and shouted to answer Kiel's previous question: "It's a harpy! A monster! A monster that can fly in the sky!"
Beside, Keel, who got the answer, swallowed heavily again.
Not as scared of monsters as Bloodfang imagined.
Quite the opposite.
Heard it was a monster.
Keel has an appetite!
His water ghost meat had already been eaten yesterday.