Chapter 1280: Imitating the Strong Crossbow

Dan said with a very troubled expression, "Tribal Chief, I absolutely cannot tell what is drawn in this diagram of yours!"

Xuanyuan took it out to look again; it did seem a bit too simply drawn, but it shouldn't be unrecognizable, right? He showed it to Limu: "If you hadn't seen a Strong Crossbow before, would you be able to tell what this is?"

Limu was also very straightforward: "Tribal Chief, this really can't be made out. Without having seen a Strong Crossbow, relying purely on this drawing, it's really not easy to see. Moreover, I remember that on their Strong Crossbows, there were many Iron parts. We haven't looked at those things carefully, so how could we make them? We don't even know what they are for."

Only then did Xuanyuan suddenly feel that he had been a bit too eager for quick success. Forcing his tribesmen like this wasn't good either. Just because Huaxia had them, it didn't mean he had to have them too. If one thought carefully about those things from Huaxia, they really didn't seem like things humans could make. Baifeng had created too many things; sometimes it really made people feel that Baifeng was the son of the Heavenly Gods, and what he carried in his head were things given to him by the Heavenly Gods.

As for those Bombs, Xuanyuan no longer thought about them, because he felt it was impossible for him to know how they were made. Could it be that he should go and borrow Heavenly Thunder from the Heavenly Gods?

Even if Baifeng said those Bombs were just lightning striking the ground and made using the soil from the ground, Xuanyuan might still have to consider the feasibility and authenticity. For things he could not understand, he was always willing to consider them in strange and peculiar directions.

Although the manufacturing of the entire Strong Crossbow was a bit troublesome, Xuanyuan did not intend to give up on this thing. Because once one was built, there could be more. If he could make one hundred or two hundred Strong Crossbows, then he wouldn't have to fear Huaxia's Bombs, and he would also have a long-range Weapon with sufficient power.

Even if there really came a day when they went to war with Huaxia, he could still have weapons and ways to defend against Huaxia.

In the year he fought as a comrade-in-arms with Huaxia, although he experienced very few wars together, the effect of those Bombs every time made Xuanyuan fearful and envious, so he also urgently wanted to have a Weapon of the same great power.

Since Dan couldn't understand it, he would explain it bit by bit. He had all the Artisans come over; Xuanyuan prepared to tell them all what kind of shape it was, letting them imagine for themselves how it should be built.

Thus, holding several wooden sticks in his hand, Xuanyuan began to explain to them. With such physical deduction, everyone's train of thought suddenly opened up, and at the same time, they understood what kind of thing it actually was.

It seemed to be just a huge, flat-lying large bow; there was no difficulty in it. However, was it true that as long as the bow was big enough, it could have enough power?

Everyone had this doubt in their hearts, because Xuanyuan had seen Huaxia's bows, and Xiong had even generously let Xuanyuan handle a bow. Xuanyuan discovered that Huaxia's bows were very unusual.

The bows used by his own tribe had a simple shape and low power, completely different from Huaxia's. Because his own tribe's bows were just hard wood plus a string, which could be used to strike short-range targets, mostly used for hunting, hitting wild chickens, squirrels, and such small things at close range.

And the Weapon used was not an Arrow, but a Mud Pellet. After the pottery clay was rolled into Mud Pellets of roughly equal size, they were dried by fire. This way, the power was greater, the size was consistent, and they were convenient to carry. When going out to hunt, one could carry a leather bag full of them.

But the limitation was that larger prey wouldn't work; the power wasn't enough. Therefore, the bow had never been able to have a sufficiently high status in a tribe like the Xuanyuan Tribe.

It wasn't until Xuanyuan handled Huaxia's powerful bow that he finally understood that the way Huaxia's bows were made was different from theirs. Because Xiong said that such a bow was very laborious to make and very time-consuming; it basically took about a year to make one.

But the Xuanyuan Tribe's bows could be made in large numbers in a single day.

Xuanyuan had looked at Huaxia's bows very carefully, but he couldn't see what was different. So he also gave up on the idea of being able to make a bow the same as Huaxia's right now. He prepared to take a shortcut, which was to make the bow bigger, so the power would naturally be greater.

This was not nonsense either, because some countries' traditional bows had simple craftsmanship but were very long, almost as tall as a person, so they could achieve sufficiently great power.

There was another more special place, which was the bows of the Xiaorizi people. The bow was as tall as a person, and their people in the past were all short, each one 1.3 or 1.4 meters, 1.4 or 1.5 meters tall; 1.6 meters could be considered tall and a giant.

If the bows they used were suited to a person's height, wouldn't they just be children's toys? So their bows were very long and tall, but once the bow was tall, they couldn't use it themselves because they couldn't lift it up.

This led to the aiming point of their traditional bows being in a lower position, rather than in the very center. It could be said to be very ridiculous, but this could also be considered a normal approach; at least they had thought of a way.

And the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe, although they didn't have the terrifying height of the Kuafu Tribe, at least they were all robust and tall; lifting a large bow was no problem.

Their bows were still lacking for use in war, but they were enough for hunting. Now Xuanyuan was thinking of making the bow of the Strong Crossbow even bigger, even bigger than Huaxia's, so he could make up for the lack of craftsmanship, and the power could be about the same.

The other parts were all wood; he remembered the style and just had to let these Artisans make them. As for those most critical metal parts, he had to rely on himself to think about them. He felt that these Artisans were probably unable to figure them out. He had seen them with his own eyes; perhaps using the time of one Winter, he could figure out what the entire structure of this Strong Crossbow should be.

Xuanyuan just like that arranged the tasks for the Artisans in all places, letting them try to make it first. Where they encountered problems, they should first try to find a way to solve them themselves. If they still couldn't find a way, then they should come to find him, and he would find a way.

The Artisans tremblingly agreed. They swore that they must make this Strong Crossbow to be able to face the Tribal Chief and the tribesmen. They had already failed once; if they failed again, they would all go cut trees, cutting trees for a lifetime.

When Xuanyuan left, he still looked back at the sunken Large Ship with reluctance, his heart aching intensely. Three years of time had been wasted just like that. If the Large Ship was really that hard to make, would he still have hope in this lifetime to see a Large Ship built by his own tribe?