Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Thank you so much..." The soldier quickly retreated and began to flee in that direction.

Isaac didn't even look at the remaining Flügel soldiers; he turned around and made a gesture.

The soldiers on their side picked up their guns and kept firing at the Flüger soldiers.

In an instant, screams, smoke, and the stench of blood filled the entire forest. When they turned around, all of Flügel's soldiers were lying in pools of blood, which had seeped into the soil.

"Let's go, to Macca City." Without lingering there, Isaac returned to the tank and gave the order.

Hundreds of tanks began to advance towards McCain.

The city of Macca, a hundred miles away.

After retreating, Flügel's soldiers split into several groups and headed toward the city of Mecca. Although there were not many troops stationed there, the city had strong fortifications, and they could regroup there.

The soldiers were exhausted when they arrived here after a long march.

The officer looked at his soldiers and breathed a sigh of relief.

The enemy was too strong, so we had no choice but to retreat.

"How many soldiers have arrived in Macca City now?"

"Sir, there are a total of nine thousand four hundred men," the soldier reported.

Is this all the people left?

The officer's heart sank. Some of the remaining men might have missed the race because they had to take a longer route, while others were likely overtaken by the enemy.

"Never mind that, let's hide in the city first. Let's send word to everyone to rest for a while. I don't think the enemy will be able to find us for a while," the officer said.

McCain was a city that Flügel had always existed; it wasn't seized from Rhodesells. The city's inhabitants, upon hearing that Flügel's soldiers were resting there, did not resist.

The soldiers rested in the city while waiting for the other troops to return.

But after waiting for almost half a day, only a few classes of people arrived, a few hundred people scattered here and there.

There were more than 14,000 people when they first escaped, but now there are less than 10,000.

"Damn it, are we going to get caught?"

"The enemy's tanks are so fast."

Anxiety spread among the soldiers.

"Shut up, all of you!" the officer shouted at the opportune moment. "Quiet down! The enemy doesn't know we're hiding here. What we need to do now is get back into position as quickly as possible."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I have already requested reinforcements from the capital, and they should arrive soon."

Only after hearing these words did the soldiers suppress their unease.

That's right, with reinforcements from the capital, what's there to be afraid of?

"Report!" A soldier rushed to his superior officer's side.

"explain."

"Tanks...a large number of tanks are approaching the direction of McCain City."

"what?!"

At that very moment, Isaac's troops finally arrived at the foot of Mecca.

Instead of immediately ordering an attack, Isaac observed the surrounding area.

The few scattered people on the defensive line couldn't stop him at all, but apart from those he had killed along the way, there should still be close to ten thousand people escaping.

"Looks like they're hiding inside the city and refusing to come out..." Isaac looked at the city walls and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Fire!"

Chapter 90: The Pursuit

After a few cannonballs, a large hole was smashed in the city gate.

"All troops, charge!"

Upon hearing Isaac's order, the tanks marched into the city in a grand procession, encountering no resistance along the way.

Tanks were rampaging through the streets, and some citizens could be seen looking at them through their windows, their eyes filled with anger.

Indeed, it's understandable that people have reason to be angry when the army of an enemy country swaggeres into their city.

The troops searched the entire city but found no trace of Flügel's army.

"What's going on? Did they not even come here?" Isaac walked down the street, surveying his surroundings. He could sense that the city's residents were hiding at home, afraid to come out.

They took refuge in their homes when they heard the sound of gunfire.

He casually wiped the ground with his hand, then brought it to his nose and smelled it.

"Scorched earth? And there's a smell of gunpowder. It seems a military force has indeed come to this city from the battlefield." Isaac looked around, trying to find any other clues.

"Commander Isaac! The mayor of Macca has arrived." A soldier pushed a middle-aged man in front of Isaac.

The middle-aged man is the mayor of this city.

"Are you the mayor of Mackay City?"

"Yes, my name is..."

“You don’t need to tell me your name,” Isaac interrupted. “Where is the army that came here hiding? I don’t have much time.”

The mayor wiped the sweat from his brow and said, his voice trembling slightly, "What...what are you talking about? Why are there troops here?"

Isaac waved his hand, and a soldier walked over and smashed the mayor's face with the butt of his rifle. With a scream, the mayor clutched his face and fell to the ground.

Seeing the mayor lying on the ground covering his face, Isaac squatted down, grabbed his hair, and pulled him close to his face: "Stop trying to fool me. I've already said that time is limited and I don't have time to play your act."

The mayor was somewhat frightened, but still said, "I...I really don't know what you're talking about. Our troops have never been to this city."

At this point, some residents who were originally at home also started to cause trouble, opening their windows and shouting:

"Get out of here, you bastards of Rhodesell!"

"There are no troops here! Get out of here immediately!"

"You are not welcome in McCarthy City!"

Some of the bolder citizens even threw tomatoes and eggs at the tanks.

"You bunch of bastards, you were the ones who declared war first..." Just as a soldier was about to raise his gun to retaliate, he was stopped by Isaac.

"You're sure there isn't one, right?" Isaac glanced at the mayor, threw him to the ground, and shouted to the soldiers behind him:

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he returned to the tank.

The mayor was startled when he heard Isaac say that they were going to retreat, thinking that the other side was going to conduct a large-scale search of the city.

In fact, the soldiers who came here had already discussed countermeasures with the citizens and mayor of McCain.

The most dangerous thing about Rhodesells is their tanks, and once they get off the tanks, their combat power is on par with theirs.

As long as the mayor doesn't reveal their location, the searchers will proceed house to house, allowing the soldiers hiding in the residents' homes to pick off the Rothsell soldiers one by one. This would not only deplete their forces but, with a bit of luck, they might even capture a few tanks.

But to everyone's surprise, Isaac ordered a retreat, which was completely unpredictable.

Did they believe the mayor's words? Or did they see through their plan?

However, retreating is also a good thing, as it allows them to wait here for reinforcements sent from the capital, so the outcome is not bad.

The mayor breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the tank unit drive away. Although they had been hit, at least they had survived. Seriously, are the Rhodesells really that easy to fool?

As they watched them walk away, and only after they had all left McCain, the entire city's residents began to cheer.

"They're finally gone!"

"Rhodesel is nothing special!"

"Hahaha, so easy to fool!"

When the residents learned that they were cooperating with the military, they were a little scared but also a little excited, feeling it was quite thrilling.

They didn't think much about whether they would be killed. Did they think that Rhodesells and his gang would dare to massacre civilians?

Not to mention that Rhodesells was historically a weak country that maintained its stability by marrying into neighboring countries, doing so would certainly be condemned.

I doubt they'd have the guts.

They now feel like they've saved the country.

The soldiers hiding in the residents' homes also breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't know why the people had left, at least they were safe now.

Just as they were feeling relieved, the troops had already retreated to a great distance.

Rhodesell's soldiers also expressed their bewilderment at Isaac's actions.

"Sir! Why did you order a retreat? What if we went in to search..." A soldier nearby couldn't help but ask.

“If you go in and search house to house, you’ll fall into their trap.” Isaac opened a bottle of liquor he was carrying and took a big gulp. “They’re probably waiting in the homes of the residents for you to leave and for the tanks to rush into their houses. That’s probably why the citizens are angering you.”

In fact, as early as when Isaac entered the city and discovered some clues, he sensed several "auras" in the residential area. Although he couldn't determine whether these "auras" belonged to the soldiers, he figured it was pretty close.

"The sir knows they're in the city, so..."

“Then they will pay the price,” Isaac said, as red lightning rose from his hand, followed by a cannonball appearing on the ground.

“From the moment these residents and the enemy army started working together to kill me, I stopped seeing them as civilians and started seeing them as enemies,” Isaac said. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too. There’s no such thing as a hero in this world.”

Setting the cannonball aside, Isaac clasped his hands together on the ground, and a huge turret appeared on the ground amidst the flying lightning.

Ai handed the cannonball on the ground to the soldier next to him: "Aim carefully."

"Yes!"

The soldiers loaded the shells into the gun emplacement, aimed at McCain, and adjusted the angle.

"emission!"

boom!

A loud bang came from the gun emplacement, and the shell was fired, arcing through the sky before landing in the city of Macca.

In the city of McCain, the citizens were puzzled as the black dot in the sky kept approaching.

What is this?