I'm playing whack-a-mole in Siberia

Chapter 73 Don’t waste

The target used by George to practice shooting has always been a 150-meter head target. Only Nicholas in the Guards knew about this.

So when George raised his gun, Nicholas knew that this guy was going to start pretending again.

George was indeed very good at showing off his skills. This shot not only won the respect of all the Guards soldiers, but also shattered all doubts about George.

You said you didn't mean to make things difficult, come on, come on, I'll give you the gun, come and shoot me!
  George really hit it, and the effect was surprisingly good.

The 150-meter head target is still very difficult for the Guards.

Since they had never shot before, some of the shooters who had hit the mark just now actually missed the target, which added a happy atmosphere to the shooting range.

Peter and Constantine clapped and whistled slowly as if what happened just now had never happened.

The soldier who missed the target was red in the face.

"Don't be depressed, you are all the best shooters, so I decided that you will all be number one!" George has never been afraid of spending money. The key is whether the money is worth it.

In St. Petersburg in the 19s, a pair of good boots could be bought for 80 kopecks, and a decent uniform of the Guards was worth 50 rubles. In Dostoyevsky's "Crime and Punishment", Sophia spent her first night with only Sold for 12 rubles.

500 rubles can buy a lot of gratitude and loyalty from the best shooters of the Guards.

Compared with the two idiots Peter and Constantine, George is definitely a master at playing with people's hearts.

Although the six tied for first place cost several thousand rubles more, these few thousand rubles were the most cost-effective expenditure for George in this era.

George asked Andre to write down all the names of the first 50 people, who will become the first batch of soldiers of the 4th company.

The first day of the competition ended successfully. With a stroke of his pen, Commander Nicholas Jr. ordered all the soldiers to have extra meals in the evening, and the regiment headquarters held a banquet to entertain the officers of the fraternal troops who came from afar.

George wanted to strike while the iron was hot and came among the soldiers to perform a show to entertain the people.

Nicholas disagreed. He believed that officers should keep a distance from soldiers, which could increase the sense of mystery and make soldiers more awe of officers.

"We agreed that we would each do what we are best at." George really didn't want to waste time on that group of noble officers.

"George, I know you don't like it, but you are also part of this group. You have to accept it and get used to these rules." Nicholas was also growing up, and George was very pleased, so George decided to give the crown prince a face.

George knows that he doesn't have the ability to change these rules yet.

Then we can only accept it.

When George becomes capable, others will have to take the initiative to adapt to George.

The banquet in the evening was as lively as ever. The two legion eldest princesses were drinking together, and officers of all sizes cheered for their legion commander.

Vasily did not join in the fun and stayed in the corner with a glass of wine, frowning and thinking about ways to win.

George took the initiative to walk over.

Vasily was as aggressive as a hedgehog in the wild: "If you came here to make a declaration of victory, you will be disappointed. I will not admit defeat."

"So you also know that you are destined to lose - very good!" George's calm look made Vasily feel great pressure.

This is George's home court.

"Even if I lose, I haven't lost to you." Vasily's counterattack was reluctant.

"That's right, continue~" George smiled and sat down opposite Vasily, moved his buttocks and adjusted, leaning on the back of the chair in a more comfortable position.

This posture made Vasily stiffer. "This duel is not fair. You have the support of the legion commander, the help of the crown prince, and the favor of His Majesty -" Vasily's insistence was intentional. Was the Tsar's favor for George?

If it were the old Tsar——

That makes sense.

"Marshal Suvorov should tell you -" George was a little disappointed with Vasily, thinking about how he acted like a resentful woman.

"I have never met Marshal Suvorov." Vasily's comprehension ability is also a bit poor.

"You have always read Marshal Suvorov's works, right?" George became impatient.

Vasily nodded. Not only had he read it, he also knew it by heart.

"Then you should always know that even against the weakest enemy, you should go all out." George decided to turn around and throw away "The Science of Winning".

What kind of science is there in the art of war? Sun Tzu is the king!
  "But this is an exercise." Vasily's momentum was obviously overwhelmed.

"What is the purpose of the exercise?" George pressed forward step by step.

"If you can only complain, then admit defeat honestly and don't let your men work with you in vain." George really came to stimulate Vasily. If there is no opponent in life, he will be as lonely as snow.

"I won't admit defeat!" Vasily roared, his blood boiling.

George was very satisfied with Vasily's condition, and his disdainful expression, which he smiled away, made Vasily completely aroused.

When Nicky cheered for the legion leader, he did not ignore George.

"What do you have to talk about with that guy -" Nikolay didn't seem to like Vasily very much.

"What's wrong with that guy?" George gossiped casually.

"Marshal Suvorov's wife, cheating on Marshal Suvorov's nephew, my God, this is so confusing -" Nikolai himself didn't count. When it comes to chaos, the Romanov family ranks second. No one dares to recognize the number one.

"Really, Hisoka-" George coaxed the child when he should.

"Oh, you are too young, I can't tell you this." Nicholas was also afraid of teaching bad children.

"What qualifications does a person who pursues a dancer at the age of 10 have to say this?" Nikolai's age is like Schrödinger's cat to George. He can be as old as he needs to be.

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't!" Nicholas denied twice.

"Haha——" George won consecutive battles.

The game continued the next day, attracting more people to watch. Milyutin, the retired former Army Minister, was present in person.

Milyutin officially retired after Yasan's enthronement ceremony and lived in a manor on the outskirts of Petersburg, not far from the general headquarters.

Milyutin was determined to reform during his tenure, and Russia was able to avenge its past humiliation. Although he has retired, he still pays great attention to the Guards.

Milyutin did not wear his marshal's coat, he was dressed as a gentleman in a tuxedo and a top hat. When he saw George, he smiled and waved to George, asking George to sit next to him.

Although George is the referee, one more person is not more, and one less is not more. George is still very willing to have the opportunity to communicate with Milyutin.

"It's such a waste to spend so much money just to win a competition -" Milyugin smiled, no different from a retired old man walking on the street playing chess.

"It doesn't matter. These winners will be members of Nicky's personal bodyguards from now on." George did not waste any kopecks. Every kopeck must be spent wisely.

　Thanks to brother Rodrigo for the comment. I actually have pictures here, but I don’t know how to upload them.
  　　
  　
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