Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

The red electric light reappeared in the wooden house and lingered for a long time.

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It was evening on the front-line high ground.

"Reporting to the Commander!"

"speak!"

An army group commander was waiting here when a soldier suddenly ran up to him.

"The commander-in-chief has ordered us to send over the shells."

"Oh? Lord Isaac?" The army group commander recognized him immediately from the soldier's report. "Where are the shells?"

"It's right behind us." The soldier then pointed to several transport vehicles behind them.

"so much?!"

The army commander watched as several soldiers carefully carried the artillery shells out of the transport vehicle, box by box.

After moving almost all of them out, he counted them and found there were about a thousand.

At this moment, Isaac also got off the transport vehicle.

"They made a bit too many: 1,500 high-explosive shells, 500 armor-piercing shells, and 100 poison gas shells. I think the men in Gaddarik's Mazig Line won't survive until today."

"really……"

It's not that I shouldn't live past today, it's that I definitely won't live past today.

With such a massive artillery barrage, it wouldn't just create a breach; the entire defensive line would be reduced to ashes.

"Alright, then the entire army, heed my command and begin the battle!"

With a command from Isaac, the attack began.

"Yes!"

"learn!"

Soldiers began setting up artillery emplacements and loading shells, aiming them at Mazig's defensive lines.

Hundreds of gun emplacements were lined up one after another, their cannons glaring menacingly at the enemy's defensive line.

The newly formed army group soldiers were all sitting in vehicles, their hands holding guns trembling, ready to rush out and fight the enemy to the death at any moment.

Standing on the high ground, Isaac looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand and took a deep breath.

"Soldiers! Show Galdarik your terror! Fire!!"

Isaac's roar reached the ears of all the soldiers via radio, and their blood began to boil.

"All units, fire!"

"fire!"

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!

Countless shells followed parabolic trajectories, streaking across the dark night sky like streaks of light, raining down on the enemy's defensive lines.

At this moment, in the city of Mazig, the soldiers stationed at the Gadaric defensive line heard the sound of artillery fire from the opposite side.

"Warning! Leiden-Sheftrich's soldiers have begun their attack..."

boom--

Before he could even sound the alarm, a high-explosive bomb had already blown his body to pieces.

Scattered limbs and internal organs fell at the feet of the other stationed soldiers, causing fear to spread throughout the army.

"Fight back now!"

Upon seeing this formation, Gadarik's commander was immediately thrown into disarray.

"Their firepower is too overwhelming, it's impossible!!"

"The First and Third Garrisons have been completely wiped out!!"

"Report! The enemy has used armor-piercing rounds; the fortress can't hold on any longer!!"

"Give the order! Command!!"

The commander of Gadalik was dumbfounded; his originally ample forces had been depleted so quickly.

He immediately forced himself to calm down and shouted to his soldiers, "Don't panic! The enemy's firepower won't last long. Hold on! The reinforcements from the rear will be here soon!"

As long as all the troops in the rear are mobilized, the defensive line can be held. Mazig's defensive line is known for being easy to defend and difficult to attack.

However, just as he said those words, a shell fell from the sky.

boom!

The shells didn't hit them, but they did create a deep crater in the ground.

"That was close!"

"No...no explosion!"

Just as they were wondering why the shell hadn't exploded, a large amount of white smoke suddenly billowed out of the crater and spread rapidly in all directions.

Several soldiers, after being enveloped in white smoke, convulsed and collapsed to the ground.

"It's a poison gas bomb! Cover your mouth and nose!"

"Those bastards actually dared to use such a vicious weapon!"

Gadarrick's commander's eyes were now bloodshot. The war had only been going on for a few minutes and his forces had already suffered enormous losses, something that had never happened before in this continental war.

Moreover, the fact that the enemy would use poison gas means that the breached defenses will not be repaired in the short term.

"Who is Leidenscheft's commander?! How could they use such tactics!"

He didn't have much time to think about the problem; he could only quickly order the supporting soldiers to bypass the gas field.

One wrong move and you could be in deep trouble here.

Meanwhile, on the Leiden-Sheftrich side...

"Commander-in-chief, according to the plan, the enemy's defenses have been breached! Please issue the order!" An officer ran up to Isaac and reported, his eyes filled with excitement.

The land that was seized by the enemy three years ago has finally been reclaimed today.

Isaac looked at the Mazig defensive line ahead.

In the pitch-black night, the Mazig Line, which had been reduced to a sea of ​​fire, was brightly lit, with huge explosions occurring from time to time, creating deathly fireworks in the night.

Isaac realized he had overestimated the fighting capabilities of the other countries on this continent. He had initially thought that at least half of the shells he had provided would be used before they could break through their defenses.

But we've only fought less than a third of the battle, and the gap in the enemy's defenses is already so large.

I even went so far as to create three plans, A, B, and C, for them, and even listed out the retreat route and support plan in case of failure.

"It feels like I'm outsmarting thin air."

Slapping his cheeks, Isaac shouted to the reporting soldier, "Very good, notify the assault troops to begin the assault in fifteen minutes!"

After saying that, he picked up his gun and knife and went outside.

Chapter 52: Infiltration

The defenses of Mazig were now riddled with holes.

The roar of artillery fire never stopped.

"Are you all ready, assault troops?"

Isaac arrived at the assembly point of the assault troops and asked the soldiers who were already ready.

"Yes!!"

"Very good, the assault begins!" Isaac gave the order, and the soldiers all got into the armored vehicles and rushed toward the enemy's defensive line.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The situation in Gaddariki is not optimistic.

The surrounding area was filled with ruins and smoke from artillery fire, as well as white smoke from poison gas shells.

Even more shocking were the severed limbs and blood of soldiers scattered on the ruins of the defensive line.

The brutality of war is now all the more evident.

"What's going on? Why haven't the troops from the rear arrived yet?!" Gadalik's commander roared into the radio.

At this rate, it's only a matter of time before the defense line is completely destroyed.

"Report! The 3rd and 5th Divisions were hit by enemy high-explosive shells during the march! Completely wiped out!"

"Report! The area around the 2nd and 4th Divisions is filled with the smoke of poison gas; we cannot reach them!"

"Report……"

All the news coming through the radio was bad. The commander felt a wave of dizziness and nearly fainted.

I've fought so many wars in all these years, and I've never been beaten so badly before.

"Who the hell is that commander on the other side?!" The commander roared uncontrollably as he put down his radio communication equipment.

Since he took up his post in the city, he had never imagined that Leidenscheft's army would concentrate a large number of troops in Mazig.

Based on the previous analysis of the enemy forces by Commander Gadarik, they were expected to concentrate all their forces to capture Intans. Therefore, they concentrated a large number of their troops in Intans.

But what's going on now? A large force has come here to take a city that has no strategic significance to them.

Are all the people at headquarters useless?

Actually, you can't really blame Gadallik's headquarters.

Without Isaac's intervention, Leidenscheft could indeed have focused his strategy on Intans.

Ring ring!

Just as the commander was grumbling and complaining, the radio rang.

"report!"

"Say!"