British 1986

A moose weighing 500 to 600 kilograms looks very big even from a distance, let alone up close.

When this thing stands up and walks on the road, it looks bigger than an average family car!

Bertil knelt on the moose's neck, which looked small. The short knife in his hand was inserted into the moose's neck, and he stirred it hard. The blood on the moose's neck seemed to have found a breakthrough, and followed the opening. Flow outward.

After a few more gentle tremors, the moose opened its eyes and became completely motionless.

"Okay. Will you dig out its heart?"

Allen feels that this Bertil is still saved. This kid is not a bad kid, and the external environment does not give him that kind of atmosphere. He is just a poor prince who is a bit stingy and has never seen much of the world.

Allen asked him to do it, and he did it without any delay.

"I can!"

Bertil crossed his legs and went around the moose's neck, squatted next to the moose's belly, and made a gesture with the knife in his hand.

"What are you waiting for? Let's cut it. Once you do it, you will become proficient in it. It will be difficult to disembowel it when it gets cold."

"Um!"

"呲"

Bertil held the short knife in both hands, and he probably even used his strength to suck milk, and then made a small gash of more than 20 centimeters in the moose's belly.

When Gustav and Christian arrived at the scene on horseback, the poor king happened to see his weak son. His whole head was almost buried in the belly of the moose, and his clothes were dyed red with deer blood. If it had been before , Gustav disliked his son's sloppiness for a while, but now, he only felt that his son had all this blood, and he had a bit of a toughness, of course.

There was still a long way to go compared to Allenby, who was sitting next to him on the horse watching the play.

"Dad, look!"

Bertil finally took out a heart that was as big as four or five fists. The pipes were cut to pieces by him, and deer blood was scattered everywhere. The child's fair face was also covered with deer blood. .

"Very well, Bertil, you did a good job. I'll take a picture of you."

Gustav was very excited, took out the camera in the side bag of the saddle, and immediately took several all-round photos of his precious son.

Allen sat on the horse and curled his lips as he watched this scene.

This is a country bumpkin, what the hell.

If it were Boss Cha, if he saw Allen being so happy if he hunted a moose, he would laugh to death!

Hunting here in Daying is not based on the size of the prey.

But it doesn't mean whoever hunts the bigger prey is more powerful.

It depends on hunting skills.

Take for example the famous fox hunt.

Every corresponding season, noble nobles with good relationships would take dozens of servants and dozens of hounds, and together they would form a fox hunting team of over a hundred people to go into the mountains or into the woods.

The servant went to the front to find the fox, while the noble gentlemen chatted leisurely in the back.

After finding the fox, everyone competed with each other to see who could hit the fiery red fox dozens of meters away on a moving horse.

Who is the biggest winner in this fox hunting activity? Sometimes everyone will even make corresponding bets, or the conditions for cooperation between their companies, etc.

We hunted, made friends, and finally talked about business.

And if among the ordinary civilians, who lives near the hunting area, or if a nobleman likes an ordinary civilian and invites these people to participate in a fox hunting activity, if it happens once, ordinary people will brag about it for at least twenty years!

Fox hunting is the highest-level hunting activity in Britain. The people involved have high status, high class, long history, and high significance. Everyone who participates in fox hunting will attach great importance to it.

And large prey like moose, which can be seen dozens of meters away, cannot show skills at all.

That is, Allen's clever method of charging with cavalry and stabbing the prey to death with a lance is somewhat entertaining. At other times, noble men would never hunt such animals when hunting - it's boring.

Of course, Allen has also heard that some noble lords like to do something exciting. They will also organize groups to go to North America, Canada or the United States to do fancy hunting there. As for the prey.

It's human!

"Christian, let's go have some fun?"

Allen ignored Gustav and Bertil who were taking pictures of the beautiful girls. He pulled the reins and approached the second prince of Denmark and extended an invitation to him.

"Okay, I've heard for a long time that your Excellency has excellent hunting skills. Let's compare?"

Although Christian was envious of Allen's "feat" of stabbing a moose to death with one shot, he couldn't do that.

This kind of thing seems very simple, as if you just need to ride a horse and rush over, and then poke it. If you haven't learned it systematically, you can just learn it rashly.

The result would be a broken arm at the very least.

If it's more serious, I don't dare to think about it, but... he can't use cold weapons, but he can't use hot weapons?

It’s okay if everyone compares their marksmanship.

"Oh? Haha, show me what gun you are using."

Allen looked at the confident look on the second prince of Denmark's face and was full of curiosity about him.

This guy's appearance is very strange. He doesn't look like his tough old mother at all, but looks a bit like his father.

Especially his face, which looks like a shoehorn. The old man looks like a horse face.

He looks very happy, and coupled with his current confident expression, it gives people a feeling that he is particularly unreliable.

"Now this is a gift my father gave me on my sixteenth birthday, a Royal Dutch vertical double-barreled shotgun."

Christian pulled out an extremely beautiful old-fashioned shotgun from the side bag of the saddle, clicked the back end of the barrel, checked that there was no bullet inside, closed the barrel again, and pulled the trigger to the side. The gun was handed to Allen.

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After taking over the old-fashioned shotgun, Allen's intention to show off his weapon disappeared instantly.

This second prince of Denmark is very talented!

The handle of this gun, as well as the gun, trigger and other accessories, are full of clever patterns. This thing is made of Damascus steel, which is not only good material, but also beautiful, of course.

The price is also expensive. For the one I have, excluding all celebrity factors and history, the ex-factory price of this gun alone is about 100,000 pounds.

Compared with the shotgun Wei Dewei gave him, its value is more than twice as high!

Wei Dewei gave Allen a shotgun that year. The ex-factory price of the thing has reached about 40,000 pounds. It is not cheap and the shape is very exquisite. Allen liked it very much after receiving the gift and often took it out to play with. This time Since he was here to fight against the local bastards, of course he had brought all the equipment.

But I didn't expect Christian's shotgun to be better than his.

How does this work?

If this limelight is stolen by him, this guy will not act mellow today.

no!

Allen touched the handle of the gun, turned around and handed it to Christian. Under Christian's expectant eyes, he slowly pulled out a different gun from the side bag of the saddle.

"Huh, what era is it? You have to accept high technology. This is my gun. This time I came to hunt, and the conditions are limited. I didn't bring the big one, I only brought this little one. Look, I can hunt with this gun!" "

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Christian took Allen's gun blankly, and others were a little dumbfounded.

What are these things? Do you use them for hunting?

What appeared in Christian's hands at this time was a fully automatic rifle with a bullpup structure, the British Army's standard equipment - the SA80 assault rifle.

At first glance, this toy looks very similar to the Chinese Type 95, with similar appearance and structure.

The gun body has no bullpup, so it looks very short and is very convenient to carry. There is also a lot of plastic material on the gun body to reduce the weight. The two magazines are glued together upside down, making it easy to change orders quickly. A full set of tactical accessories is included. There is also a magnifier mounted on the barrel rail.

But do you use this thing for hunting?

Automatic rifle hunting?

Aren't you cheating?

How can this compare?

On my side, I fired a gun and reloaded it, while on the other side, I clicked my fingers and a bunch of bullets went out.

The prey has been sieved!

"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable today. How about we compete another day?"

Christian's face looked a little ugly. This is incomparable. Whoever likes to have fun can go and have fun.

"Hahaha"

It was hard to tell the time by looking at the sky. It was still bright anyway, and they had been playing all day. It was already after eight o'clock in the evening when they returned.

On the grass outside the temporarily rented B\u0026B, Gustav, as the host, specially invited a performer to perform for Allen.

Several people were sitting around the bonfire, watching a middle-aged man laying out props next to them.

"Alan, this is a relatively famous artist here. He is quite proficient in bubbles. Please pay attention to his performance in a moment."

"Oh? Bubbles?"

Allen had never heard of this kind of program.

He smoothly took the plate handed over by Bertil, which contained a few slices of deer heart that he had roasted, which he had dug out with his own hands.

On the field next to it, a middle-aged man was wearing a white suit and evening gown. He was holding his prop in his hand, something that looked like a badminton racket but without a net. He then reached into the bucket, stirred it up, and then pulled it out.

As he moved, the oversized bubble was pulled out of the circular hole of the "badminton racket".

It is daytime outside now, accompanied by auroras. Things like bubbles usually reflect the light from the outside world, so that the bubbles now look colorful, like a kaleidoscope.

This unbroken super-large bubble slowly spiraled upward in a circle around the middle-aged man's body as he pulled it.

This made his whole body seem to be entangled by a transparent python that glowed with various strange lights.

Not to mention. Although there are no difficult moves, it looks quite interesting.

It doesn’t mean that you have to watch some ballet or stage plays to watch the show. This kind of “countryside” show is still very unique.

Although the temperature outside is now more than ten degrees Celsius, these bubbles do not exist for long. Following the middle-aged man's movements, when the critical point seems to be reached at a certain moment, the entire transparent "python" suddenly explodes.

It feels like a large ball of colorful light exploded in front of people's eyes. It's not an explosion, but an explosion of colorful lights. Have you seen the old Ultraman series?

It's very similar to the opening title, but it doesn't have that weird atmosphere, but a very smart atmosphere.

Looks very sci-fi!

"Snap, snap, snap!"

Allen waved his hands excitedly and said: "Not bad, not bad, very unique, reward! One more!"

"Alan, I saw you right. You see, Bertil is following you today. He is very happy and can learn something."

"Haha, Your Majesty has given you a reward."

Allen clinked the wine glass in his hand with Gustav.

What they drank was the specialty of this area, Nordic birch sap wine. The taste was relatively light and not too overpowering, but the texture was very light.

"But Your Majesty, Bertil's equipment is very poor in my opinion. Can't you buy a good horse here?"

Allen pointedly brought the topic to money.

"this."

Gustav's hand holding the wine glass paused. He couldn't tell Allen that he couldn't afford it, right?

Allen carefully observed Gustave's expression and felt that the atmosphere was about the same. He had become familiar with the old king in the past few days, and now Allen suddenly had some new ideas.

"Your Majesty, when we were at the nightclub a few days ago, you said they wouldn't let you do business?"

Gustave watched Allen keep peeling off his scars, and he drank the birch sap wine in the cup with some depression.

"It's not that it's not allowed, it's that the taxes are high. If our royal family does business, we have to pay 70% tax!"

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Allen was speechless. Such a useless king is really rare in the world.

Not to mention that the king pays taxes when doing business. Damn, they could rob 70% of the tax, but they actually left 30% of the profit for Lao Gu. They are really broad-minded.

"Is this such a high tax just to make you angry?"

"Well, I have always been opposed to passing the throne to Victoria. Many people have objections to me. They want me to retire early so that they can welcome their puppet queen sooner."

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Victoria is Gustave's eldest daughter. Allen didn't expect the situation to be so tense. This was clearly forcing him. Lao Gu had been holding on for so many years. It seemed quite miserable when he thought about it.

If he opposes too fiercely, his family's "alimony" will be cut off. If he doesn't object, he will lose everything and even have to abdicate early. All his rights will be deprived of him. Now even the last title of king is gone. Don't let it go.

this.

No wonder Lao Gu likes to go to nightclubs. He is idle at home every day and can only think about things. If a person stays in this environment for a long time, even if he is depressed, he will die of suffocation sooner or later.

"Your Majesty, have you never thought about getting some money from other channels? To develop your own strength? In my opinion, you are just sitting back and waiting for death."

Gustav was a little silent when he listened to Allen's words. Didn't he want to?

He really wanted to, but where could he go to do it?

What else can be done?

But after thinking a little deeper, Gustav suddenly reacted, looked at Allen with squinted eyes and said, "Alan, what do you want to say?"

"Haha, with your Majesty's wisdom, I can't hide anything from you. I have a business now, which can not only benefit the Swedish people, but also bring in a lot of money. It is just that there is a shortage of manpower. I have seen you in Sweden these days, and it seems that There are many people who have escaped from Ukraine, I wonder if your majesty can help me?"

"You want those Ukrainians?"

Gustav looked at Allen a little suspiciously, what were he planning to do? Being a human trafficker?

With Allen's status, that's not a problem, right?