Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 170: Captain Orvari

"Dravak corpses number in the thousands, Captain."

Even the veteran still seemed to hesitate in what he’d just said, because he didn’t believe what he was seeing!

A heavy silence fell over the cabin, broken only by the sound of the helicopter’s blades.

Orvari frowned, visibly disturbed.

He moved himself next to the man in charge of the helicopter’s machine gun.

Indeed, he preferred to travel among combat helicopters than in troop transport helicopters.

In the distance, he saw humans still standing, their upright posture defying fatigue and death.

Around them, Dravak corpses stretched for several hundred meters, the crystalline glow of their purple blood contrasting with the scant red blood visible.

"Incredible..." murmured Orvari.

Before Orvari could say anything else, a sizzling transmission broke the tension.

"Captain Orvari, this is Bravo-2. The Dravaks are retreating to the west. We have visuals on their reinforcements approaching. Awaiting your orders."

Bravo-2 was the regiment’s second combat helicopter squad.

Orvari immediately grabbed the radio, like a conditioned reflex.

"Understood, Bravo-2. Do not proceed and remain on standby. Give priority to the mercenaries on the ground, we’ll shake them off then evacuate. If those Dravak reinforcements dare to advance, open fire. Over and out."

"Roger that, Captain Orvari."

At the same time, with a deft movement, the captain changed channels and switched to the entire regiment’s broadcast channel.

"To all units, our Alpha squad as well as all Charlies squads will be landing on the ground. Bravo units, secure the perimeter."

"This is Bravo-1, roger on behalf of all Bravo units."

"This is Charlie-1, roger on behalf of all Charlie units."

Alpha Squad being the Captain’s squad and the only unit bearing the Alpha name in the second regiment.

Bravo squad represented the combat helicopter squads.

And Charlie squad represented the troop transport helicopter squads.

Shortly afterwards, the troop-carrying helicopters landed on the ground, as did the helicopter gunships of Alpha Squad.

Orvari disembarked from the helicopter, as did over 500 soldiers!

He himself went to meet the mercenaries, while his soldiers spread out in formation.

When he looked at the mercenaries, his eyes sparkled with admiration.

They seemed to be made of hardened steel, each with wounds that should have immobilized them, yet here they stood erect, proud and indomitable.

Andrew stepped forward, his face hard.

His unintentional murderous intent frightened even the few soldiers accompanying Orvari!

Every one of these soldiers was an elite.

Orvari was equally impressed - he himself never thought he could achieve this level of murderous intent.

But at the same time he squinted in suspicion, for he didn’t know the man in front of him at all!

Yet he had a good memory for faces, and knew most of Shibuya.

But the problem was, even the other humans behind the red-haired young man, he didn’t know any of them.

But he pretended to know them, while feeling around.

"I didn’t think the Shibuya were that powerful," Orvari blurted out, shaking Andrew’s calloused hand.

Andrew looked Orvari in the eye.

"The Shibuya are long gone from this battlefield," Andrew replied dryly.

But his words sent shockwaves through the soldiers of the second regiment nearby.

Even Orvari couldn’t contain his surprise.

"Who are you then?" asked Orvari after a moment’s stupefaction.

"We are the saber-toothed tigers," Andrew replied simply.

"Saber-toothed tigers?"

Captain Orvari turned and looked at his men, asking:

"Have you ever heard of them? Why don’t I know about such an elite unit?"

The men at his side were his closest confidants, and among their missions was to provide them with any relevant information that might change the battlefield situation.

In particular, the presence of certain geniuses or strongmen!

Captain Orvari was almost starting to get angry with his men.

But they all shook their heads in dismay.

The fact that none of his men knew anything about mercenaries was really strange.

"It’s normal that you don’t know us, we come from the world of Eternity."

"Eternity?" the captain asked again, his eyes wide.

He found it hard to believe that the strongmen in front of him were all under the command of one player!

"Who summoned you?" he continued immediately.

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"Maxime Valdreuve." Andrew answered without hurrying.

But inside he was beginning to seethe!

For these soldiers were starting to ask him questions even though there were many seriously wounded mercenaries among them and their leader’s situation was totally unknown!

It was as if they didn’t care whether they lived or died!

But Captain Orvari was unaware of Andrew’s thoughts, just at the mention of the first name Maxime, it rang a bell but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

"And where is he now?"

"We don’t know, we just know the direction in which he fled thanks to a Dravak." said Andrew while shaking his head, albeit unconcerned.

It wasn’t just him; none of the mercenaries here were worried about Maxime.

Not to mention that a powerful Dravak was protecting him, their leader was invincible in their minds, no matter what wounds he had.

"A Dravak!? A Dravak helped a human?"

"And why did your leader run away?"

Captain Orvari was at a loss for words.

But Andrew didn’t let him think any longer.

"Instead of asking these questions we can talk about later, Captain, can you send some soldiers to perform first aid on my men? Although they look fierce on the surface, they’re actually ready to fall at any moment." said Andrew with slight impatience.

"Yes, of course," replied Captain Orvari, still deep in thought.

His men behind him heard Andrew’s request, and reacted accordingly.

One of them took out a walkie-talkie and switched it on.

"This is Alpha Squad. Medical unit, please join us. We need your help here."

Shortly afterwards, a beep sounded from the walkie-talkie.

"Roger Alpha Squad, we’ll be right there."

Soon a few soldiers with medical knowledge went to the thirty or so mercenaries who had survived.

"Shit, how are you guys still alive?"

One of the medical soldiers knelt beside a mercenary whose thigh bore a large gash, its open flesh revealing the bone beneath.

Even as a member of the medical unit, he’d only ever seen this kind of wound on dead men!

And this particular mercenary had wounds like that all over his body.

The mercenary, however, remained stoic.

"You can’t understand."

He was a relatively ordinary mercenary in Plouta, but Maxime’s talent gave him the opportunity to change his destiny.

Even if his talent wasn’t particularly good, he’d give anything to become just a little bit stronger.

Like the 9 other Plouta mercenaries who had survived, they were all men with a much stronger than average mentality.

Obviously, the talents [Nox Limit] and [Awakening Life] had a lot to do with it, otherwise no matter how strong their mentality, they would never have survived.

The soldier raised his eyebrows, impressed. But his admiration was quickly replaced by rigorous professionalism as he applied hemostatic foam to the gaping wound.

Andrew watched the scene vigilantly.

He turned to Orvari, his impatience evident in his voice.

"Now that your men are taking care of the wounded, it’s time to act. Our leader is somewhere out there, and every minute we waste reduces his chances of survival."

Although Andrew wasn’t very worried, if he delayed this affair and caused his boss to lose out in any way, he’d blame himself for the rest of his life.

Orvari, still puzzled by the fragmentary information he’d just received, nodded.

"Very well, then. I’ll use all the energy of the Second Regiment to find him, but you’ve got to explain to me why this Dravak would have saved him. It doesn’t make sense."

Andrew immediately shook his head.

"That information you can only get from our leader."

"And if you don’t want to help us, then we’ll go find our leader on our own."

Immediately, behind Andrew, the mercenaries listening to the conversation all began to exude a fierce aura.

They were all mentally preparing themselves to actually go and find Maxime by their own means while they were seriously wounded.

Captain Orvari wasn’t unhappy with their reactions; on the contrary, they were beginning to admire these mercenaries.

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"If all humans were this brave and fierce, maybe we wouldn’t be in this kind of humiliating situation today." he mused.

"What’s your leader like?"

"The only extraordinary being on this battlefield, you’ll recognize him straight away." replied Andrew without the slightest fluctuation in his voice.

He was perfectly honest.

The mercenaries behind also nodded, unconsciously expressing their agreement.

Captain Orvari and the accompanying warrant officers were suddenly speechless.

"An extraordinary appearance? Is their leader some kind of cartoon hero?" they thought simultaneously.

"Can you be more specific?" Orvari finally asked, slightly taken aback.

"Young man with blond hair and blue, white or golden eyes, depending on the circumstances."

"Blue, white or golden? Are they kidding me?" thought Orvari.

The more he talked with the red-haired young man, the less he understood what he was saying.

At that very moment, Andrew felt a wave of weakness, his face turning pale, as did Laura, Rodrigo, Henry, Kaite and the other survivors.