Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"It's so boring. Is there anything fun lately?" After finally having half a day to spare, Yannick couldn't help but miss the computers and the Internet in the original time and space.

I really want to play computer games, even minesweeper.

There is a typewriter, the ancestor of the keyboard, and there is a black and white TV that can serve as a screen, but the problem is that there is no host that can connect the two!

It's a pity that Turing is still a little kid who hasn't even finished school. Waiting for him to come up with the theory of artificial intelligence and build the first computer... huh? Wait, there seems to be a mistake. The first computer was not built by Turing. It is true that the founder of computer science theory is Turing ("Turing machine" is not a specific machine, but an ideological model. This theory laid the theoretical foundation of the entire modern computer); but von Neumann proposed electronic computer model.

He was just thinking about it, Anne replied. "I heard that there is a shooting competition in the shooting club these days. Why don't you go and see it?"

Shooting club? That was still hosted by him. The main purpose is to discover sharpshooters and train them into snipers. I remember that when he was playing CS, he was very good at flicking snipers, instant snipers, and blind snipers... Damn, I'm thinking of computer games again. Shaking his head, Yannick stood up. "Let's go take a look." Anyway, it's idle, so just go out and get some fresh air.

Arriving at the competition venue in the suburbs, the entire auditorium was densely packed with people. "It seems that shooting sports are very popular."

Anne continued. "The main attraction is the bounty." Since last year, the bounty for shooting competitions has suddenly increased dozens of times. The prize money for the champion in the shooting competition is equivalent to five years of salary of an ordinary working class person. With such generous rewards, players who signed up can be said to have flocked to the event, which also boosted the business of shooting clubs everywhere.

Upon hearing that His Highness was coming in person, the person in charge of the competition ran over in fear. "I salute you, Your Majesty the Crown Prince."

Yannick nodded slightly and asked. "How did the game turn out?"

The person in charge responded respectfully. "It is already the third day, and there are only two shooters left. They are still indistinguishable at a distance of 450 meters. We are going to put the target 500 meters away."

Yannick shook his head. "What's the point of shooting a fixed target? Let's make a dynamic target."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Soon, two shelves were erected, and ten ropes more than half a meter long were used to hang earthen pots on each shelf. As the people on both sides of the wooden frame pulled the ropes hard, the twenty jars began to shake irregularly back and forth.

the referee shouted. "The one who breaks ten jars with the fewest bullets wins! The game begins!"

The two players on the field pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and two earthen jars 500 meters away exploded at the same time.

"oh!!"

There was a cry of exclamation from the audience. This is a dynamic target five hundred meters away! ! !

However, the two players were not disturbed by the audience's exclamations and concentrated on pulling the trigger.

When the two of them put on new magazines (although the army has changed to ten-round magazines and uses the 98k with a rear-locked rotating pull-action bolt, these civilian clubs still use Type 98 rifles), When they each hit the sixth jar, the whole place suddenly fell silent and became silent.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth jars were smashed one by one.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

Finally, after a long wait, the two men on the field pulled the trigger again and fired the last bullet in the gun chamber.

Snapped! One of the only two earthen jars left in the distance was smashed into pieces, while the other one was shaking alone.

Wow!

The entire arena was in a state of excitement, cheers and applause filled the sky, and the audience waved to the champion player.

Yannick exhaled and clapped. "It's really exciting!" A bolt-action rifle without a scope can hit a dynamic target the size of a head 500 meters away. This guy is so awesome. It would be a shame for such a person to not be an instructor at the sniper school.

Yannick came to the awards podium together with the person in charge. "Congratulations on winning the championship. Your shooting skills are really eye-opening. By the way, I don't know the name of this champion player yet."

The handsome young man replied nervously. "Your Highness, my name is Simon Haye."

Yannick was shocked. "What?!" He couldn't help but be surprised. The person in front of him turned out to be the famous "White Death" in later generations. He was the holder of the Finnish and world's highest hunting record of 542 times. It only took him more than 3 months to complete the mission of killing 500 people. This means that on average, 5 enemies fall to his sniper rifle every day.

In the "Soviet-Finnish War", Simon Haye used the Mosin-Nagant rifle inherited from the Russian Empire to kill a total of 542 Soviet soldiers, and data shows that Simon also killed more than 200 people with a submachine gun. This record could not be broken by anyone in the future, and he became a Finnish national hero, known as the "White Death".

The person in charge of the club on the side was also startled by Yannick's reaction and reported the report cautiously. "Simon Heyer, from Finland. Well, His Royal Highness, the shooting club has no rule against receiving foreign guests, and the competition regulations do not prohibit foreign players from participating."

Yannick waved his hand. "Those are nothing, I'm just a little amazed. Player Simon Haye, how did you practice your marksmanship?"

Simon Haye replied with pride. "Your Highness the Crown Prince, my grandfather and father are both very powerful hunters. I have been practicing with them since I was a child."

I guess so. Yannick thought for a while and suggested. "Simon Haye, can I ask you to come to my shooting academy to train a group of sharpshooters?"

"..." Simon Haye came here purely for the generous bonus and had no intention of staying in Germany. It was a bit embarrassing. "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty the Crown Prince, I'm currently serving in the Finnish Army. I came here because I have a 20-day holiday, and I have to report back in a few days."

Of course, Yannick would not let go of such a white death easily. "This is easy to handle. I will notify the German Consulate in Finland and ask them to take a long leave for you and your Minister of Defense. Let you stay here for a few years. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly in terms of treatment." After finishing speaking, Simon didn't wait. ·Haye had something to say and turned back to the person in charge of the club. "Let's celebrate our champion today. The college will send someone to pick him up tomorrow."

Seeing the confused Simon Haye being surrounded by club members and leaving, Yannick turned and walked to the side of the frustrated runner-up. The person in charge of the competition introduced from the side. "This is John Allerberg. A soldier from the last war."

Yannick looked him up and down with interest. "Sniper?"

John Allerberg saluted him. "Yes, Your Highness. 57 confirmed results. If I hadn't retired due to injury, I would have even more results."

Yannick raised his eyebrows. "I believe this. Don't be too frustrated. I also know that there are many things that can affect the hit rate. After excluding these factors, luck is the only thing you can't control. Maybe the crock pot has better luck than you today, let it escape It was a disaster. But I think next time it will not be as lucky as it is today." The terror of German snipers in the last war is obvious to all. According to records at the time, on a dark night, a British soldier on guard was killed. Killed by a German sniper. You must know that there were no night vision devices at the time. Later investigation found that the soldier was wearing a fluorescent watch. This watch exposed the soldier's position and led to death.

In 1915 alone, about 20 people in each battalion were killed by German snipers because bored or curious British recruits stretched their heads to quickly see the enemy positions.

"Winning or losing is a common thing for a soldier. If it doesn't work this time, come back next time. You will also report to the academy tomorrow and become an instructor. I hope you can train more outstanding sharpshooters for the empire. There you will have many opportunities to compete with that Simon Haye. Compared to high and low.”

John Allelberg saluted again. "yes!"

After leaving the competition ground, Yannick gave instructions to Annie on the way back. "Annie, go to Berlin University, find Professor von Neumann, and hire him as Allen's tutor in my own name."