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

"What? The Wolf Castle was breached by the Scarlet Council? The Wilson family is extinct?"

Alan hurriedly ran out of the laboratory and was very surprised to hear this shocking news. Although he knew that this day would come, he did not expect it to come so soon.

"Baron, after they break into the castle, their next target will definitely be us."

The scout, with cracked lips and covered in dust, narrated what he had seen and heard.

"Wolfburg is less than three hundred miles away from us."

Alan pointed at the map on the parchment scroll, squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and ordered: "Grandpa Frank, you are responsible for guarding the castle. Uncle Avery and I will lead the knights to fight the enemy."

"Master, this..."

Hearing this, Morton Frank frowned and was about to persuade him, but when he saw Alan's unquestionable look, he was speechless.

"Squeak!"

The heavy city gate opened, and the drawbridge slammed heavily to the ground. Alan and his group rushed past like a tornado, raising a cloud of dust.

The houses on both sides of the street were lined up one after another, constantly receding. Along the central street, a distance of thousands of feet flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, the towering city disappeared before our eyes.

Carrying the power of thunder, Alan and his companions rode two horses each, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves resounded wildly.

"Baron, according to the intelligence gathered by our scouts, there are quite a few people in the Scarlet Council, at least 5,000. With just the people we have..."

The rest of the words were left unsaid, but Sean Avery's meaning was self-evident.

Too many ants can kill an elephant. In previous wars, the Knights were responsible for disrupting the enemy's formation, while the cannon fodder serfs followed closely behind to deliver the final blow. Both were indispensable and neither could be dispensable.

"When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue."

These short sixteen words fully expressed the essence of the strategy of tiring the enemy out. Facing the whistling wind, Avery's eyes lit up, as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened.

At the same time, three hundred miles away in Wolfburg, Cardinal Rudolf Russell woke up from a group of beauties, and his rough hands stroked their smooth skin, which was round and soft.

"grown ups."

The second young lady of the Wilson family served the "villain" in front of her with trepidation, with crystal tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

Yesterday, the villains of the Scarlet Council broke into the Wolf Castle, and the family that had been glorious for hundreds of years collapsed. Dozens of men were killed, leaving only the women for the mob to enjoy.

The second young lady, who was quite pretty and scored about 85 points, was presented to the cardinal by the servant.

"I never thought that one day, a noble lady would become like a dissolute prostitute. Get down!"

Pulling the hair of the noble lady in front of him, Rudolf Russell felt very happy, as if he had turned the tables and became the master. His laughter filled the entire castle like a night owl.

Three years ago, he was just a slave, suffering from the bullying of the nobles. After being rescued by the Scarlet Council, he named himself Rudolf Russell.

Now he is a high and mighty cardinal, commanding five thousand believers, while the noble lady under him is like a bitch, lowly and lewd. His fate is really unpredictable!

After getting dressed, Rudolf Russell opened the door and said coldly, "Kill them."

The believers guarding outside the door drew their swords and rushed in expressionlessly. Wailing sounds continued, and in a moment, more than a dozen noble ladies and girls fell in a pool of blood with their breasts exposed.

The dead eyes expressed the reluctance to accept fate! "Woo woo woo!"

The desolate sound of the horn echoed in the Wolf Castle. Hundreds of men in black robes pulled up their trousers, put on their clothes, and walked slowly and casually to the front of the castle.

That's right, they were hooligans and had no discipline at all. Now that they can obey orders, it can be considered progress.

Half an hour later, on the podium, Cardinal Rudolf Russell looked at the dark crowd below and raised his scepter: "Believe in Rose and you can live."

In this way, thousands of serfs succumbed to the tyranny of the Scarlet Parliament, prostrated themselves on the ground devoutly, and offered their beliefs!

"The light of the goddess Rose shines upon the world."

Riding on a tall horse, surrounded by hundreds of black men, the cardinal beckoned, "Let's go, capture the Wild Boar Territory, and enjoy the wealth and beauties to your heart's content!"

"Break through the Wild Boar Territory!!"

Upon hearing this, many believers' eyes became fanatical. Whether it was their belief in the gods or their pursuit of wealth and beauty, everyone's heart was burning with enthusiasm.

The huge team spread to the north, leaving behind the Wolf Fort with billowing smoke and ruins.

The night was dim, and hundreds of bonfires dispelled the darkness. Everyone sat around the bonfire, enjoying a moment of peace. In the central army tent, soft music rose and fell.

"kill!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the endless darkness, Alan drew his bow and arrow. The sharp arrow carried an orange flame and ignited the tents one by one.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves sounded like drums, beating in people's hearts. For a moment, the whole camp was in chaos, and many people ran around, trying to find a safe place.

Half an hour later, the riot ended, leaving behind a messy camp.

"That's unreasonable!"

In front of the collapsed tent, the cardinal was shirtless, his face extremely distorted and pitch black.

Just now, Alan raided the camp. He was working on something when he suddenly shuddered all over and instantly flinched. If it hadn't been dark, he would have caught up with them long ago. The hatred of killing his brother was irreconcilable.

Three miles away, a fist-sized fireball instantly ignited the dead branches. The huge yellow sheep was roasted in the flames, sizzling with oil, and the tempting aroma went straight to the nose.

"Baron, the Scarlet Council's slogan of equality for all is very inflammatory."

The sharp dagger cut the meat. The middle knight Avery was very worried: "If the news reaches the Habsburgs, tens of thousands of serfs will be like a cannonball that may explode at any time."

"The lower clergy are hostile to the senior clergy, the provincial nobles are hostile to the court nobles, the vassals are hostile to the lords, and the serfs are hostile to the nobles. This world is too terrible."

"As long as we are strong enough, nothing will be a problem." Eating the chewy yellow mutton, Alan's deep gaze was like a quiet night: "Everyone is hostile to the superiors, and they only hate that they can't become the superiors!"

To put it bluntly, people are hostile to the "person" who occupies the position, rather than the position itself. Once they succeed in taking the position, I'm afraid their actions will become even more excessive!
"Let's go and deliver warmth!"

After eating and drinking, Alan jumped on his horse, took the reins in his hand, and led the Wild Boar Knights straight to the camp three miles away. Thunder roared out of nowhere, and the mob who had just fallen asleep were instantly awakened.

In shock, the tense minds of the crowd collapsed, and many people killed each other, and the mottled blood dyed the cold ground red.

Every two hours, Allen and his team would rush in from time to time, which was exhausting. After one night, only a few hundred people were left in the camp of 6,000 to 7,000 people. (End of this chapter)