Chapter 60 White Death 1

"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 thinking about it, Anne replied. "I heard that there is a shooting competition in the shooting club these days. Would you like to 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 replaced the 98k with ten-round magazines and a rotating rear-pull bolt with a rear-end lock, 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 to 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 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 answered with pride. "Your Highness, my grandfather and father are both great hunters, and I have been training with them since I was a child."

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

"..."Simon Haye came here purely for the generous bonus this time, and never thought about staying in Germany, and said with some embarrassment. "I'm very sorry, Your Highness, I am currently serving in the Finnish army. I came here because I have a 20-day vacation, and I have to go back to report in a few days."

Of course Yannick would not let go of such a white death easily. "This is easy, I will notify the German Consulate in Finland and ask them to ask your Minister of Defense for a long vacation on your behalf. Let you stay here for a few years. Don't worry, you will not be treated unfairly." After saying that, without waiting for Simon Haye to say anything, he turned around and said to the person in charge of the club. "Let's celebrate our champion today. The academy will send someone to pick him up tomorrow."

Watching Simon Haye, who looked confused, being escorted away by the club members, Yannick turned around and walked to the frustrated runner-up. The person in charge of the competition introduced him. "This is John Allerberg. He was a soldier during 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 had more results."

Yannick raised his eyebrows. "I believe this. Don't be too depressed. 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 earthen jar was luckier than you today, so it escaped. But I don't think it will be as lucky next time." The horror of the German snipers in the last war was obvious to all. According to records at the time, on a dark night, a British soldier on guard was shot dead by a German sniper. You should know that there were no night vision goggles at that time. Later investigations showed that the soldier was wearing a fluorescent watch, which exposed his position and brought him death.

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

"Victory and defeat are common in the military. If it doesn't work this time, try again next time. You will also report to the academy tomorrow and be an instructor. I hope you can train more excellent sharpshooters for the empire. There you will have plenty of opportunities to compete with Simon Haye."

John Allerberg saluted again. "Yes!"

On the way back from the competition, Yannick instructed Anne. "Annie, go to the University of Berlin and find Professor von Neumann. Hire him as Allen's tutor in my personal name."