Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 29 Camping

Neither is it easy to stop the net, which was originally on his family's Red Sea Shark distant-water fishing boat, and which was piled up in a warehouse just needs to be repaired and reconnected. After all, at sea, fish nets are the most easily damaged fishing gear, scratched by reefs, swept away by wind waves, washed down by large fish, etc.

There was no nitrile and petrochemical industry in this era, and most of the woven fishnets were made of hemp rope, leather, better would add animal muscle to them, and ponytail, human hair, wrapped together and rubbed into fine rope, then coated with cooked fish plaster or something like that, waiting to dry naturally, and finally woven into a net, and the fishing line was also made of this material.

Nets used at sea are generally more than a dozen or tens of metres long, and the Ericsson network is broken at sea, and the complete intercept is now more than six metres long, but only three metres and seven metres wide, which means it needs to be placed more than four metres deep. And this little river bay is a little over two meters deep, and it turns out everyone is stupid.

Watching half of this network float on the water, Ericsson couldn't help but let everyone put away the net, rowed the boat back into the middle of the lake, found a place more than four meters deep to throw the net down, and if there was any harvest, it was up to God. Because this is a net used at sea, the mesh is bigger, and the fish in the lake are mostly smaller than in the sea, so the mesh is easy to penetrate, which is also what you think of when you put the net down.

It was almost dusk when the fishing boat was reclaimed into the creek, and the sky began to dim. Park the boat, throw the anchor, and tie the cable to a bowl on the shore on a thick mulberry tree. Four people hurried to remove their bags from the boat, and now they are anxious to set up a camp first. If they slow down, it will be dark and they will not be able to see clearly.

When he was on the boat, it was Ericsson, and now offshore, Vericulo, who followed his father on a regular hunt in the mountains, had the most wild camping experience of the four.

“Here it is.” Villicro said he was looking for a place only 20 meters from the canal, but about 78 meters above the water, a small flat slope full of weeds and bushes.

“Let's cut off the grass and the shrub, and we can set up a tent. Wait, Boa, don't go over there!” Villicro roared out loud.

Bok Al had a strange idea: "Didn't you say you cut the grass? ”

“Take this stick and hit it in the bushes and in the bushes. ”

“Why don't we just cut it?” Bok Al didn't expect him to knock a few times in the weeds and bushes with a stick, and he heard a lot of leaching, four-legged lizards, red-eyed spiders, scorpions, grasshoppers, these little animal insects escaping from the inside, startling him.

“Oops, there is also a blue snake...” Bok Al now understands why Vikro told him not to cut the grass directly, accidentally he might get bitten by something. It's not poisonous. It's just a little painful. If it's poisonous, it has to be tormented and a bottle of antidote.

“Why not just burn out an empty space with fire, that's faster, and the ground is dry.” Claude asked.

Villicro shook his head and said, "We can't burn now, we have a lot of weed and shrub moisture, unless we pour it on top of it with kerosene, but we only brought a small bottle of kerosene. ”

However, four people were quick to clear the small open space, emptying weeds and bushes in less than half an hour.

“Boa, you split these bushes up and use them for campfire at night. If they're too green, you don't need them. The moisture burns with smoke. Ike, you find lime powder and sulfur powder. Lime powder is sprayed on the ground, and sulfur powder is sprayed around the perimeter to keep the poisonous bugs away. Claude, you and I will take the machete and the axe and go around and see if we can find a dead tree to chop off as firewood.” Villicro has orderly assignments for everyone.

“Take it.” Villicro handed Claude the stick that Boc Al had just given him, which was also used to knock on the grass bushes, and Claude knew it.

Luckily, a half-dropped dead tree was found not far from here, and Vericulo knocked on the trunk to express his satisfaction: “That's it. ”

Claude didn't move, and he was curious about the ground, which was a huge gray rock, very flat on it, and the roots of this dead tree were growing in the rock seam of this slab of gray rock, and he collapsed the corner of the gray rock.

“What's the matter?” Villicro asked.

Claude pointed to the gray rock: “Why is this rock so flat...”

Verricolo smiled, “Not surprisingly, this was supposed to be a mountain road, up and down a little bit, and you'll see more of these rocks. It's just been too long, and a lot of the rocks are falling apart, and these trees and weeds are taking their place. ”

“No way,” Claude exclaimed. “Is this Rock Road? But this rock is too big. It's three meters long and about a meter wide. How much work would it take to grind the rock like this and move it up the mountain? ”

“Ha ha...” Verricolo laughed, pointing to the mountain: “Have you heard of the ruins of a magic tower on Bailuzhou Hill? This road actually leads there, and tomorrow we can go up the mountain along this road to see the ruins of the magic tower. If you're brave enough, we'll camp there at night.

As for rock-paved roads of this magnitude, I suppose it's the masterpieces of the magicians, and I think it's impossible to do so manually. Because even now, we have to pave this rocky mountain road and grind it to such a flat block and move it up the mountain, which is almost a huge project that will cost countless human resources, which was impossible hundreds of years ago. ”

Turns out this mountain road is the ruins of that magic tower, and Claude was delighted. Verricolo's words fall into his own hands: "Okay, camp at the ruins of that magic tower tomorrow night. I'd like to see if the legends of the town about White Heron are true. ”

Verricolo shook his head as he picked up the axe in Claude's hand: “You can also believe the legend that I came here twice on my father's annual holiday, each time camped in that site, nothing, no ghost could see one, and we spent five or six days there each time...”

“Is the ruin of the magic tower huge? ”

“Big.” Véricolo cut the dead tree into three sections, spit in his hand, and picked up the ax to cut the trunk into strips: “Let's just say it's about as long in diameter as your big red brick house. But it all collapsed, and now the bottom wall is broken. ”

Claude hurried to his heart to calculate how long he really didn't notice the big red brick house at home. The four large suites, plus the hallway staircase, are approximately 45 metres long. But the big red brick house is long, the ruins of the tower are diameter, so the bottom plane of the tower is over 1600 square, or more than 2,000 square, big enough.

Two cuts and Vericulo stopped again: "By the way, do you know why I was saying that rocky mountain roads on the ground are the masterpieces of magicians? Because the walls of the ruins of the magic tower are exactly the same as this rock. When I first came here, I asked my father, how could he build a tower with such a big rock? My father answered," No one can do it except the magician. "”

Claude put the trunk of the trunk up on the rock and was ready to use a machete to see if it could be cut into strips of wood. Lucky for you, this dead tree is loose. Though not as fast as an axe with a machete, it does.

The two of them cut the trunks together very quickly. In less than half an hour, Vericulo said enough, finding two vines to tie up the scattered firewood, one carrying a large amount of it back to the camp.

Bok Al and Eriksson have cleared the open ground and dispersed powder on the camp. Two tents are ready. Vericulo brought in a larger tent from home, stitched together in animal hide, which sleeps two people. And the tent used on that deck that Ericsson took from his boat was a single person, about a third smaller than the animal skin tent next to him.

But that's okay. Camping in the wild requires one person to watch the camp at night to prevent the campfire from going out or something unexpected. Two tents can sleep three people, leaving just one position to rotate the night guard.

This time, Bok Al and Eriksson were lighting a campfire in front of the tent, except that the shrub had been picked, but the smoke was still too big, the flame was small, the two of them blew for half a day on their knees, and the fire didn't get bigger, but their faces were smoked black.

“Come on, you two, go get some water and wash your faces. What's it look like? By the way, don't go to the creek. Go that way. There's a broken highway. There's a creek just a little further down the road.” Villicro is the exact direction where he and Claude came back from cutting wood.

Claude thought about it, when he was cutting wood, he rarely heard running water, and Verricolo came with his father twice, probably remembering his location. But it was winter when they arrived. Was the stream not frozen or cut off?

Verricolo seemed to know what Claude was thinking: “When I cut down the trees, I remembered that the stream was less than 10 meters away from the hillside, and there was still heat in the winter, and my father took me to the water, but the fish in the stream were small, and there were no big fish. ”

Wood replaced the shrub and the fire burned quickly.

Claude accompanied Verricolo in chopping down two forks from nearby trees, making a shelf on the campfire, and now waiting for Bok Al to bring the water back so he could hang the iron pot on the campfire and cook some food.

“Claude, you look at the fire, and when the wood below is half coke, you pick it up and change it in, and the wood you pick up is piled up next to you, and it works at night. ”

“What's the use?” Claude was a little strange.

Villicro pointed to the camp perimeter: “We need to put a few piles around the camp at night, boring fire, so that the beast can be prevented from approaching. In case anything happens, a firewood picking will start an open fire, which will give us a little time to strain, and we can see clearly...”

I get it, Claude nods his head. It's all experience. Vericulo went mountain hunting with his father since he was a kid. The camping thing made him think about it.

When Bok Al and Eriksson came back with a barrel of water, it was Claude's turn. Bork Al had never been in the kitchen at home, and Verricolo and Ericsson had cooked things to fill their bellies. If it tasted good, it depended on Claude. He was a family woman and a man in his previous life, and was later taken by the boss to become an old driver. He also added a lot of points to the process of picking up girls with a handful of cooking skills.

Flour, wax, dried fish and salt, along with a few apples, are the ingredients and most basic ingredients that four people bring from home. There was also a small bag of honey bread, which Boc Al took from his home, except that in the afternoon when he was traveling on a boat, everyone got hungry and got a clean share.

It seems that the paste can only be made. The water in the pan is cooked and mixed with flour, the waxed meat is cut into small pieces, and the fish is crushed into pieces, and some salt is added. The flavor is quite delicious. Unfortunately, there is no fresh meat and bones, otherwise it can be better.

“Don't worry, when we go to the creek to ambush at night, there should be a lot of animals there to drink water, and I think we'll have a good night.” Vericulo shot the gun in his arms and said confidently.