The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

The Oak Tavern.

In a tavern deep in the Third Avenue of Eagle City, mercenaries, small merchants, and wandering knights from all over the world gathered here, drinking rum mixed with water and eating barbecued meat stained with blood.

"Squeak!"

The mottled door was pushed open, and the cold wind whistled, mixed with the smell of sweat and sour smell, and swept in. A thin young man who walked as quietly as a cat hurried in.

Looking around, he saw a middle-aged man in a brown cloak standing next to the counter. He made a gesture with his hands without anyone noticing.

A moment later, in a dark room under the tavern, the bean-sized flame from the oil lamp dispelled the darkness, and two long shadows were reflected on the gray wall.

"Boss, there's a letter from the Jazz."

The thin boy Jack took out a letter from his arms with a serious expression.

"Who do you want me to kill again? The Boar Baron? A minor noble!"

Spreading out the letter, the middle-aged man Sebastian Madison read ten lines at a glance in the dim light of the fire. There was an unquestionable tone between the lines.

After burning the letters, Sebastian Madison paced back and forth in the low, damp darkroom, his eyebrows twisted together, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, as if it was a sign of the coming disaster.

As the leader of Now You See Me, the black glove of the nobility, Sebastian Madison is not only a mid-level knight, but also has an extraordinary intuition.

Relying on their reliable intuition, the Now You See Me gang roamed the North for more than a decade, avoiding danger of being wiped out time and time again. His reputation spread throughout the North and even the Kingdom of Glot.

"Let's go. We can't stay here any longer. Gather the brothers and leave Eagle City."

After burning the letter in his hand to ashes, Sebastian Madison picked up his sword and hurriedly left the Oak Tavern.

In the dark passage, Jack asked in confusion: "Boss, he's just a baron, not even a knight. It's not like he hasn't killed anyone before!"

“Sometimes danger doesn’t necessarily come from the surface.”

Turning around, Sebastian Madison frowned at the child he had raised since childhood and said, "In the past, they created all kinds of accidents. Now let's go straight to the Wild Boar Territory."

"There is a problem. There is definitely a problem here!"

Attacking nobles in secret and attacking them in their castles without any scruples are two different things. The latter is very likely to provoke a full-scale counterattack from the aristocracy.

Even if Now You See Me comes and goes without a trace, facing the united aristocracy, they would be like an egg hitting a stone, and would break at the slightest touch. Thinking of this, Sebastian Madison clenched his fists tightly.

Sir Charles Gilbert wants them dead!
After a long while, Jack finally understood and said angrily, "Boss, isn't Sir Charles just a bastard? How dare he plot against us? Kill him, we must kill him."

"No hurry, hold him back first."

"Anyone who dares to plot against us will pay the price!"

Passing through the long tunnel, Sebastian Madison jumped out of the fireplace and, like many other free people, mixed with the crowd and disappeared in Eagle City without a trace.

……

The next day, at dawn, the warm sunshine shone on the Habsburgs like gold.

Allen (Shen Yuanliang's past self) placed his right hand on the cold stone, looked at the eighteen riders whizzing past below, turned around, and said, "Grandpa Frank, pick one person from each household."

"I will recruit 500 serfs and train them into elite soldiers."

When nobles went to war, they usually used knights and knight attendants as the main force, and then recruited a certain number of serfs. As for soldiers who were not working, they were very few. Now it was the middle of winter, the wheat seedlings in the fields were lush and green, and most serfs had almost no work to do. In order to prevent the Falcon Family from attacking, Allen could only use all his strength.

Making armor was one, and conscripting serfs was the other.

"Master, there is not much food stored in the castle. If we recruit serfs on a large scale, it will take less than three months."

Upon hearing this, the butler Morton Frank, who was wearing a neat tuxedo and white gloves, frowned, revealing a lingering worry between his brows.

The eight thousand gallons of grain would only last until June of next year if used prudently. If used on the serfs, there would not be enough food. If one was not careful, the Habsburgs would be on the verge of collapse.

Alan waved his hand and said proudly, "Don't worry, there are plenty of gold coins. If one thousand is not enough, just use three thousand or five thousand."

The most painful thing in the world is that people die without spending all their money. For this reason, Allen decided to squander the Habsburg's two hundred years of heritage and exchange money for strength.

After receiving the order, the butler Morton Frank led a team of guards to the small villages. When the sun was at its highest point, five hundred ragged serfs gathered under the castle.

The dry and cold north wind whistled past, and many people's lips were trembling and their faces were blue from the cold.

In the crowd, a boy about fifteen or sixteen crossed his arms and asked nervously, "Buck, are the orcs coming? Is the lord going to fight?"

Serfs were usually conscripted during wars, and there was a high probability that they would never return as cannon fodder.

Some died on the battlefield, some were captured and sold as slaves to others.

"Clinton, I heard that the lord will choose knights and squires from among us."

At this point, the eight-foot-tall, burly Buck looked at the soldiers in training and said mysteriously, "Those who are qualified will be freed from their status as serfs and become free citizens."

Serfs were generally bankrupt freemen, or soldiers captured on the battlefield, etc. They had no property, no land, and no freedom.

"Woo!"

A melodious horn sounded, and the blue swallowtail flag representing the Habsburgs fluttered in the wind. Allen looked down at the noisy crowd below and said, "One month. You only have one month."

"Five hundred people, I only need eighty. The ones who stay will practice the way of knights and join the Wild Boar Knights."

Upon hearing this good news, many serfs were stunned. A light of hope blossomed in their numb eyes, and the hot and scorching north wind was no longer cold.

"To the left."

"Turn right. The right hand is where you usually eat."

Holding a stick, Allen moved among the crowd. If they made the slightest mistake, he would hit them with the stick. The unforgettable pain made them remember the word "obedience" firmly.

If one wants to quickly improve the strength of the serfs, in addition to letting them practice fighting spirit, the only way is to gather them together and fight the enemy in a tight formation. To put it bluntly, it is to train them to be cannon fodder.

For two full hours, no one backed down. Everyone gritted their teeth and endured the cold to train, with a fire burning fiercely in their hearts.

"dinner time!"

"Wow! It's so rich. I've never eaten hulled, gluten-free wheat rice before."

"There's still meat! I must hold on!" (End of this chapter)