A moose weighing five or six hundred kilograms looks huge 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. He looked small, and the dagger in his hand was inserted into the moose's neck. He stirred it fiercely, and the blood on the moose's neck seemed to have found a breakthrough and flowed out along the hole.
After a few more gentle tremors, the moose opened its eyes wide and became completely motionless.
"Okay... dig out its heart, will you?"
Alan felt that Betil could still be saved. This kid was not a bad boy, and the external environment did not give him that kind of atmosphere. He was just a poor prince who was a bit stingy and had never seen the world.
When Alan asked him to do something, he gritted his teeth and did it without any delay.
"I can!"
Bertil crossed his legs and walked around the moose's neck, squatted beside the moose's belly, and gestured with the knife in his hand.
"What are you waiting for? Cut it. Once you've done it, you'll be more skilled at it. It will be harder to cut it open if it gets cold."
"Um!"
“Squeak…”
Bertil held the dagger in both hands, and probably used all his strength to cut a small cut of more than 20 centimeters on the moose's belly.
…
When Gustav and Christian rode to the scene, the poor king saw his weak son, his head almost buried in the moose's belly, and his clothes stained with deer blood. If it were in the past, Gustav would have despised his son's slovenliness, but now, he just felt that his son had a bit of toughness in him with all that blood, of course...
It was far inferior to Allen, who was sitting on a horse next to him watching the show.
"Dad, look!"
Bertil finally took out a heart that was as big as four or five fists. The pipes were cut into pieces by him, and deer blood was spilled everywhere. The child's fair face was also covered with deer blood.
"Very good, Bertil, you did a great job, I'll take a picture of you."
Gustav was very excited. He took out the camera from the side bag of the saddle and took several all-round photos of his baby son.
Alan sat on the horse and curled his lips as he watched this scene.
This is a country bumpkin, what's the big deal...
If it were Boss Cha, he would die of laughter if he saw Alan being so happy if he hunted a moose!
In Britain, hunting is not based on the size of the prey.
It doesn't mean that whoever catches the bigger prey is more powerful.
It depends on hunting skills.
For example, the famous fox hunting.
At the corresponding season, noble lords who were on good terms with each other would bring dozens of servants and hunting dogs, forming a fox hunting team of more than a hundred people to go into the mountains or woods.
The servants went to the front to look for the fox, while the nobles went to the back to chat and make friends leisurely.
After finding the fox, everyone competed in shooting skills to see who could hit the fiery red fox dozens of meters away while riding a moving horse.
Whoever wins the fox hunting event will be the biggest winner. Sometimes people will even make corresponding bets or set cooperation conditions between the companies under their control.
We hunted, made friends, and finally talked business.
And if there is an ordinary civilian living near a hunting ground, or if a noble lord takes a liking to an ordinary civilian and invites him to join in fox hunting, if this happens once, ordinary people will brag about it for at least twenty years!
Fox hunting is the highest level hunting activity in the UK. Participants are of high status and class, it has a long history and great significance. Everyone who participates in fox hunting takes it very seriously.
However, for large prey like moose, which can be seen from dozens of meters away, it is impossible to display skills.
It's just that Allen, who uses the trick of charging the cavalry and stabbing the prey to death with his lance, is somewhat entertaining. At other times, noble lords would never hunt this kind of animals - it's boring.
Of course... Alan has also heard that some nobles like to have some exciting things. They will organize groups to go to North America, Canada or the United States to play fancy hunting there. As for the prey...
It's a human!
…
"Christian, shall we go have some fun?"
Alan ignored Gustav and Bertil who were taking pictures and showing off. He pulled the reins and walked up to the second prince of Denmark and extended an invitation to him.
"Okay, I've heard that you are an excellent hunter, shall we have a competition?"
Although Christian envied Alan's "feat" of killing a moose with a single shot, he couldn't do that.
This thing looks very simple, as if you just need to ride a horse and rush over, and then stab it. If you don't learn it systematically, you will be in a hurry to learn it...
The lightest consequence would be a broken arm.
If it’s more serious, I don’t dare to think about it, but... he is not good at using cold weapons, but he is also not good at using hot weapons?
We can also compare our shooting skills.
"Oh? Haha, what kind of gun are you using? Show me."
Alan looked at the second prince of Denmark with a confident look on his face and was full of curiosity about him.
This guy looks very strange, not at all like his tough mother, but more like his father.
Especially his face, which was like a shoe horn, very long, like a horse's face.
He looks very funny, and coupled with his current confident expression, he gives people the feeling that he is particularly unreliable.
…
"Hey... this is the gift my father gave me on my sixteenth birthday. It's a Royal Netherlands upright double-barreled shotgun."
Christian pulled out an extremely beautiful old-fashioned shotgun from the side bag of the saddle, opened the back end of the barrel with a click, checked that there were no bullets inside, closed the barrel again, pulled the trigger to the side, and then handed the gun to Allen.
“…”
After taking this old-fashioned shotgun, Allen's original intention to show off was gone in an instant.
This second prince of Denmark is really good!
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 of good material, but also beautiful. Of course...
The price is also expensive. Take the gun in your hand. Excluding all celebrity factors and history, the factory price of this gun alone is about 100,000 pounds.
Compared with the hunting rifle that Wei Dewei gave him, this one is more than twice as valuable!
Wei Dewei gave Alan a hunting rifle that year. The factory price of that thing was about 40,000 pounds. It was not a cheap item and the design was very exquisite. Alan liked the gift very much when he received it and often took it out to play with it. Since he came here to fight against the locals this time, of course he brought all the equipment with him.
But I didn’t expect that...Christian’s shotgun was actually better than his.
How can this be possible?
If he steals the limelight, today's show won't be very smooth.
no!
Alan touched the handle of the gun, turned around and handed it to Christian. Under Christian's expectant gaze, he slowly pulled out a different gun from the side bag of the saddle.
"Humph... What era are we in? We need to embrace high technology. This is my gun. This time I came out to hunt, and conditions were limited. I didn't bring any big guns, only this little one. Look, it's more powerful to use it for hunting!"
“…”
Christian took Allen's gun in a daze, he was a little dumbfounded.
What the hell are these things? Are you using them for hunting?
What appeared in Christian's hand at this time was... a fully automatic rifle with a bullpup structure, the standard equipment of the British Army - the SA80 assault rifle.
At first glance, this thing looks very similar to China's Type 95, with a similar appearance and structure.
The gun has no butt, so it looks very short and is very convenient to carry. There is also a large amount of plastic material on the gun body to reduce the weight. The two magazines are glued together upside down to facilitate quick and easy replacement. A full set of tactical accessories are complete, and a scope is installed on the barrel rail.
But...you use this thing for hunting?
Automatic rifle hunting?
Aren't you cheating?
How can this be compared?
We fire each shot and then reload, while they just snap their fingers and a volley of bullets is fired.
The prey has been beaten into a sieve!
"I...I'm not feeling well today. How about we compete another day?"
Christian's face looked a little ugly. There was no way to compare them. Whoever wants to play can go and have fun.
"Hahaha……"
…
It was impossible to tell the time by looking at the sky. Anyway, it was still light. We played for the whole day and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when we returned.
On the grass outside the temporary B&B, Gustav, as the host, specially invited a performer to perform for Allen.
Several people sat around the campfire, watching a middle-aged man nearby arranging props.
"Alan, this is a famous artist here. He is very proficient in bubbles. You should pay attention to his performance later."
"Oh? Bubbles?"
Alan had never heard of this kind of program.
He took the plate handed to him by Bertil, which contained a few slices of roasted deer heart, the ones he had dug out with his own hands.
…
On the field next to it, a middle-aged man in a white suit and tuxedo held his prop in his hand, something that looked like a badminton racket but without a net. He then reached into the bucket and stirred it, then pulled it out.
As he moved, the oversized bubble was pulled out from the round hole of the "badminton racket".
It is daytime outside now, and there is also the aurora. Bubbles usually reflect light from the outside world, so that now the bubbles look colorful, like a kaleidoscope.
This unbroken super-large bubble slowly spiraled upward around the middle-aged man's body as he pulled it.
This made him look like he was entangled by a transparent python that emitted various strange lights.
You know what... Although there are no difficult moves, it looks quite interesting.
It doesn't mean that you have to watch ballet, stage plays or the like. These "countryside" programs are still very distinctive.
Although the temperature outside is now over ten degrees, these bubbles do not exist for long. Following the actions of the middle-aged man, when it seems to reach a critical point at a certain moment, the entire transparent "python" suddenly explodes.
That feeling is like a large ball of colorful light exploding in front of people's eyes. It's not an explosion, but an explosion of colorful light. Have you seen the old Ultraman series?
It’s very similar to the opening credits, but without that weird atmosphere, it has a very lively atmosphere.
Looks very sci-fi!
“Pah pah pah pah!”
Alan waved his hands excitedly and said, "Not bad, not bad, very unique. Give me another one!"
…
"Alan, I was right about you. Look, Bertil followed you today. He was very happy and learned a lot."
"Haha, Your Majesty, thank you for the compliment."
Alan raised the glass in his hand and clinked glasses with Gustav.
They were drinking the local specialty, Nordic birch sap wine, which was light in flavor and not too intoxicating, but had a very light taste.
"But your majesty... Bertil's equipment seems very poor to me. Can't you buy a good horse here?"
Alan meaningfully changed the subject to money.
"this……"
Gustav paused with his hand holding the wine glass. He couldn't tell Alan that he couldn't afford it, could he?
Alan observed Gustav's expression carefully and felt that the atmosphere was about right. He had become familiar with the old ancient king in the past few days, and now... Alan suddenly had a new idea.
"Your Majesty... a few days ago... when we were in the nightclub, you said they wouldn't let you do business?"
Gustav looked at Alan and kept exposing his scars, and drank the birch sap wine in the cup in one gulp with some sadness.
"It's not that we don't allow it, it's that the taxes are high. If our royal family does business, we have to pay 70% tax!"
“…”
Alan was speechless. Such a cowardly king was rare in the world.
Not to mention the taxes the king had to pay for his business, damn... 70% of the tax, they could have robbed it openly, but they still left 30% of the profit for Lao Gu, they are really... broad-minded.
"Such high taxes, is it... to piss you off?"
"Well... I have always been against passing the throne to Victoria. Many people have opinions about me. They want me to retire early so that they can welcome their puppet queen earlier."
“…”
Victoria is Gustav's eldest daughter. Alan didn't expect the situation to be so tense. This is already blatant coercion. Old Gustav has been holding on for so many years. It seems quite miserable when you think about it.
If he objects too vigorously, his family's "maintenance" will be cut off. If he does not object, he will lose everything and may even have to abdicate early. All his rights will be taken away, and now even his last title of king will not be spared.
this……
No wonder Lao Gu likes to go to nightclubs. He is idle at home every day and has nothing to do but daydream. If a person stays in such an environment for a long time, even if he is depressed, he will suffocate to death sooner or later.
"Your Majesty, have you ever thought about getting some money from other channels? Building up your own strength? In my opinion, you are just sitting there waiting to die."
Gustav listened to Alan's words and was silent. Didn't he want to?
He really wants to, but where can he find it?
What else can you do?
But... after thinking about it a little more deeply, Gustav suddenly reacted, squinted his eyes and looked at Alan and said: "Alan... what do you want to say?"
"Haha, with your wisdom, Your Majesty, nothing can be hidden from you. I do have a business now, which can not only benefit the Swedish people, but also bring in a lot of funds. The only problem is that I am short of manpower. I have seen a lot of people fleeing from Ukraine in Sweden these days. I wonder if Your Majesty can help me?"
“You want those Ukrainians?”
Gustav looked at Allen with some suspicion. What was he planning to do? Become a human trafficker?
Given Allen's status, it shouldn't be that serious, right?