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

"Run, run quickly!"

"Only if you run faster than others can you have a greater chance of survival."

The noise outside the window buzzed in her ears like a bee. Daenerys curled up in the corner of the bed like a cat, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and then stood up: "Master, it's time to get up."

"Morning, Daenerys!"

Alan (Shen Yuanliang's past self) stretched and looked at the maid in front of him who was looking more beautiful and had a plump figure, and he felt eager to do something.

He pulled her over, and her warm big hands stroked her jade-like skin. The battle was going on, and she had a full breakfast!

The warm sunshine filled the study, and the endless dust was like stars in the sky. A "rustling" sound was heard, and Alan held a feather pen in his hand, handling the government affairs in the territory, no matter how big or small.

"Ding Dong!"

He reached out and rang the bell next to the drawer. After a while, the butler with neatly combed hair and a straight tuxedo came over and said, "Master."

"Grandpa Frank, when will the outer city wall be completed?" Putting down the quill in his hand, Allen tapped the mahogany table with his right hand: "The situation in the North is critical, and the outer city wall is of vital importance."

Butler Frank said without hesitation: "It will be completed in ten days!"

Half a month has passed since the Scarlet Council Rebellion. The entire North is in turmoil, the situation in the Kingdom of Glot is also unstable, and evil cults hidden in the darkness have risen up one after another.

The once prosperous kingdom is now on the verge of falling apart, and a storm is brewing.

Opening the window and looking at the increasingly improved city at the foot of the mountain, Alan waved his hand and said, "Allocate another 300 serfs and try to complete the project within five days!"

In exchange for population and the growth of the Habsburgs, since the beginning of winter, Habsburg caravans have been traveling to the county town and the Wild Boar Territory, purchasing food, while thousands of serfs have poured into the territory.

Today, the Wild Boar Territory has a population of over 10,000, barely comparable to the Viscount's family.

"Yes, Master."

He bowed and accepted the order. Just as the butler was about to leave, Allen stopped him and said, "Grandpa Frank, this is the energy potion I made. You must break through to the lower knight as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Master!"

Frank, with gray hair and dark circles under his eyes, reached out his hand and took the azure test tube with trembling hands, his heart pounding.

Previously, under Alan's instructions, every member of the Wild Boar Territory was mobilized as a soldier, and the butler Frank, with the help of various nutritional and recovery potions, has now become an apprentice knight.

With the energy potion provided by Allen, becoming a lower-level knight is not a problem. Who doesn’t want to embark on the path of transcendence?

"Send Uncle Avery over!"

As the Habsburgs became more and more prosperous, Frank was in charge of government affairs and delegated military power to Sean Avery. Allen coordinated the overall situation and improved his own strength.

A quarter of an hour later, Sean Avery, wearing bright silver magic armor and holding a helmet, stood straight in front of Alan, standing like a pine tree.

"Uncle Avery, how are the serfs being trained?"

After accumulating strength over the winter, when spring comes and flowers bloom, it is time to show the Habsburgs' strength to the world, so as not to be treated as a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch!
"Baron, the training method you mentioned is really useful."

Thinking of the changes in these days, Sean Avery seemed to be in a dream, and his thick golden beard moved.

Serfs were usually cannon fodder, and they only needed to be given a piece of long hair before a battle. Under Alan's instructions, the five hundred serfs were given three meals a day, and practiced standing, turning left, and turning right, just a few simple movements. After four or five months, the skinny serfs were now reborn, and many of them became apprentice knights.

With his hands behind his back, Alan looked at the motionless serfs with long hair in front of the castle, raised his eyebrows, and said, "The situation is turbulent. In order to deal with the cult organization, I decided to form the Wild Boar Knights."

"From the five hundred, select fifty, one in ten, and the rest will be converted into soldiers to guard the castle."

Upon hearing the good news, Sean Avery, who was as burly as a brown bear, clasped his hands together, his joy was beyond words. As a middle-ranking knight, leading the Knights was his biggest dream.

The Wild Boar Knights will one day be known throughout the entire Glot Kingdom!
Ten days later, the sound of horse hooves echoed in the deserted streets. Clinton, wearing half-body armor and a helmet, rode a tall horse, looking very majestic.

"Clinton, you're back!"

"Their family became prosperous, and Clinton was chosen by the Baron to be a member of the Knights. The family was transformed from serfs to freemen."

"My Lord Baron is so generous. No, I have to go back and urge my boy to train and become a member of the Knights as soon as possible."

Many middle-aged women who had gotten up early looked at Clinton who was passing by, their weathered eyes full of envy.

On weekdays, everyone is the same, but now Clinton and others are rising rapidly, being promoted from serfs to freemen, and maybe one day they will even become nobles. Jealousy gnaws at one's heart like a poisonous snake.

Turning the corner, Clinton saw three-story wooden houses in front of him, with dense oak trees in front of them lush and green.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The rapid barking of a dog broke the silence of the yard. With a squeak, Shuke, a man in his thirties or forties, with a weathered appearance, like he was in his fifties or sixties, opened the gate and waited to see Clinton on the horse, "Son!"

Clinton got off the horse and looked at his old father. He choked up and said, "Father."

"Brother, you're back!"

Following the puppy, a little girl of five or six years old grabbed Clinton and hung on him like a koala.

"Tracy!"

Pinching the little girl's chubby face, Clinton felt that all the hard work was worth it.

Half a year ago, Clinton's family of five lived in a small shabby house, eating wild vegetables and wheat bran every day. Sometimes they even had no wild vegetables to eat and had to survive by drinking cold water.

After Allen became the Baron of Wild Boar, the Habsburgs underwent tremendous changes and life became better day by day, especially for the soldiers' families.

Tracy, who used to have dry yellow hair and little flesh on her body, is now chubby and very cute. Thinking of this, Clinton's loyalty to the Habsburgs increased rapidly.

If anyone dares to invade the Wild Boar Territory, Clinton will use the sword in his hand to tell others that the Habsburgs cannot be invaded!
"Come on, go in quickly."

Pulling Clinton, whom he hadn't seen for many days, Shuke's old face was very bright: "Knowing that you are coming back today, your mother prepared a table of food early in the morning."

"Yeah, bro."

Nodding, Tracy snapped her fingers, and her eyes lit up instantly when she thought of the steaming Dongpo pork and boiled fish on the long table.

"Boom!"

At a quarter past ten, the sound of hurried horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth, and the scout carrying a red flag shouted, "Emergency military information, get out of the way, get out of the way." (End of this chapter)