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"We’re going to land here! Get ready to jump as soon as we get close enough to the ground."

As he said this, Gerard was particularly focused.

There was no landing zone with all the trees nearby, and at any moment the Dravaks could target them and destroy the helicopter.

Maxime stood up and looked at his men.

"Listen up! As soon as we land on the ground, we move to the front line and cover the retreat of the soldiers from the second regiment! The wounded are given priority in Zelta-1 and Zelta-2. For those who are fit, they will escape to the ground, and will have to cross the Dravak lines to join the third, fourth and fifth regiments!"

"Yes, sir!" A shout of approval echoed through the helicopter.

Even Dravus shouted with the other mercenaries in a deep voice.

The latter surprised himself by shouting.

Perhaps it was the influence of the contract?

He didn’t know.

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"At least he respects the boss." he thought.

Dravus noticed Charles’ gaze directly.

"What do you want little faggot?"

Dravus didn’t say directly, especially after Maxime’s reflection, but it was clearly what his eyes conveyed.

Charles immediately returned to his previous impression.

"As loathsome as ever."

At the same time, the helicopters were getting dangerously close to the ground, with only 10 meters left between the helicopter and the ground.

At the same time, they were right above the soldiers of the Second Regiment.

The sound of the engine and propellers immediately caught their attention.

"Captain Orvari, look above us!"

Captain Orvari, who had just killed yet another Dravak, his armor soaked with blood, glanced up in surprise at the two helicopters.

"Reinforcements?" thought Orvari, his face solemn.

He wasn’t particularly happy, because he knew that two helicopters weren’t going to change the situation here.

In the beginning, the second regiment had over 30 helicopters, including a dozen combat helicopters, and yet all of them had been destroyed by the Dravaks!

They didn’t have a single vehicle left!

Meanwhile, Ernest exchanged a quick glance with Andrew, and with a confident gesture, took his place behind Zelta-1’s right-side machine gun.

Then, immediately, he began firing into the crowd of Dravaks in front of him!

The gunner in Zelta-2 did the same, and for a moment the Dravaks had to back off!

Maxime took a look at the situation below.

Bodies littered the ground, both human and Dravak.

The ground was soaked with a sickening mixture of black and red blood.

Maxime saw a human soldier on his knees, exhausted, facing a Dravak still in form.

The soldier was grabbed by the throat by the Dravak and lifted into the air, his death imminent.

All it took was a simple squeeze of Dravak’s hand to crush his windpipe.

But the soldier hadn’t given up, reaching into his boot and pulling out a dagger.

Then, in one swift movement, he thrust it into the Dravak’s neck!

Immediately, the Dravak released his grip on the soldier, while he put his hand on his neck to prevent blood from escaping.

His eyes showed his disbelief.

"Am I really going to die like this, so easily? Because of a mere human?"

But it was already over, the Dravak falling to the ground shortly afterwards.

"That was close." thought the soldier as he caught his breath.

But he didn’t have time to enjoy the joy of having survived when a Dravak a little further away shot him in the head with an energy bullet.

The soldier fell to the ground, almost glued to the Darak he had just killed.

Further on, a Dravak, taller and more imposing than his fellows, brandished a huge sword.

In one fluid movement, he swept through an entire line of soldiers, his weapon drawing a deadly arc, leaving behind lifeless bodies and muffled screams.

Meanwhile, the machine guns continued to roar, raining down deadly projectiles on the Dravaks.

Each tracer briefly illuminated the chaos, finding its target with deadly accuracy. Dozens of Dravaks collapsed, their chitinous skin pierced by the relentless fire.

Many soldiers were indirectly saved and began to withdraw under the orders of the highest-ranking officers nearby.

Captain Orvari also began to gather his troops, thanks to the intervention of the two helicopters.

Everyone was able to take a breather.

In the midst of the carnage, Commander Dravak watched from a hilltop. His reptilian gaze fell on the human helicopters slowly descending towards their prey.

His lips curled into a sneer of contempt.

"Do these humans really think they can turn the tide of this battle with their flying toys? Pathetic."

"Intensify the assault! May these machines be reduced to ashes!" he roared to his subordinates. A whole troop of Dravaks leapt into the air, their wings flapping furiously, to surround the helicopters.

Kaelor, who was on the battlefield and had fought Orvari many times over the last few hours, looked up.

When he caught sight of Zelta-1 and Zelta-2, his heart skipped a beat.

Or rather, when he recognized the familiar faces there.

"Those humans again..."

These were the same humans who, with barely 100 men, had resisted his entire regiment of over 2,000!

Now he had only 500 men left in his regiment, at most a battalion now.

This was an absolute disgrace for him, and it was to wash away this shame that he took the initiative to fight with Captain Orvari on this battlefield!

He himself was in charge of holding the captain back, while the captain of the Dravak regiment he was fighting with was in charge of massacring the human ranks!

This was why the second regiment was in a very dangerous situation right now!

They were short of strong men!

Captain Orvari’s lieutenants, including Lieutenant Otas of Bravo Squad, were doing their best to hold him back, but it was a very difficult task.

Especially as this left room for the lieutenants of the Dravak regiment to rampage through their ranks!

As for Kaelor, he only wanted to wash away his shame by fighting with Captain Orvari.

For all the Dravaks on this battlefield knew Captain Orvari as one of the strongest humans on the yellow-level battlefields.

On many occasions, he had inflicted great losses on them!

So if Kaelor succeeded in killing Captain Orvari, he would gain enough military merit to erase the shame he had suffered the day before at the hands of the Sabertooth Tigers!

With Zelta-1 just five meters above ground, the first wounded began to run towards the helicopter, supported by their comrades.

Maxime took the opportunity to switch back to frequency 31-7 so he could talk to the soldiers of the second regiment.

"This is Maxime, captain of the Saber-Toothed Tigers. Commander Kavasta has ordered us to come and rescue you."

The soldiers didn’t understand, because last they heard, it was they who had gone to rescue the Sabertooth Tigers.

And on top of that, they could see that there were only two helicopters, and with only those, the situation could not turn to their advantage.

"The helicopters will take the wounded directly to the fortress, and for those who remain on the ground..."

As he spoke, Maxime grinned slightly.

"For those who remain on the ground, run. The Saber-Toothed Tigers will cover you."

Maxime’s words shocked the soldiers of the second regiment.

"What’s he talking about?"

"I thought an elite unit had come to rescue us, but it turned out to be just a half-dead kid and a bunch of half-crippled mercenaries."

"Yeah, I guess we’re really dead this time. Commander Kavasta doesn’t have any men left to rescue us."

...

The soldiers of the second regiment chatted amongst themselves, and none wore a pretty face as they felt death approaching.

But most were veterans and elite soldiers, so their mentality remained stable and no chaos occurred.

Captain Orvari also heard Maxime’s words.

"So that’s him..."

The captain of the second regiment was much more optimistic than the others, for he knew that the young man who had just spoken was an extraordinary individual.

"His combat power, which he has obtained thanks to Eternity, can almost be compared to that of an ordinary military regiment."

"And on top of that, he had succeeded in a master-slave contract with a Dravak with an awakened bloodline."

"Maybe we really do have a chance."

In Zelta-1, Maxime felt they could all jump from the helicopter without getting hurt.

"Come on guys, let’s jump out of here!" he ordered, speaking into the helicopter’s helmet so that his men in Zelta-2 could hear him too.

Then he took off his helmet, and set an example by jumping without hesitation.

Immediately, the Saber-toothed Tigers followed their leader’s example, leaping out of the helicopter like a furious wave, except for Ernest and another mercenary in Zelta-2 who kept firing at the Dravaks.

They landed one after the other on the ground, before the astonished eyes of the soldiers of the second regiment who accompanied their wounded comrades to the helicopters.

Maxime sprinted through the soldiers retreating towards the helicopters, his laser sword held firmly in his hands.

His 18 men and...a Dravak, followed him, all showing extraordinary physique for a yellow-level battlefield.

Dravus, being far more than any of the mercenaries, easily stood out among the humans.

Fortunately, many soldiers were already aware that a Dravak had joined the human ranks, otherwise some would have already shot him.

Maxime quickly arrived in front of the first lines of soldiers of the second regiment.

Maxime led the charge, cutting down a Dravak who had come too close to a wounded young soldier.

Another Dravak approached.

Maxime’s laser sword glowed brightly, leaving a trail of light behind.

The next instant, the Dravak fell to the ground, his head falling away from his own body.

The Saber-toothed Tigers rushed into the fray with almost animal-like ferocity.

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Some of them even had fun using the weapons recovered from the armory.

Some of these weapons were similar to rocket launchers, causing explosions everywhere.

In just a few seconds, they had formed a living wall, an impenetrable bulwark between the Dravaks and the retreating soldiers.

But there were still a few fierce soldiers in the second regiment who thought they’d stay here to give their comrades time to evacuate.

"Back off, Second Regiment guys!" roared Maxime as he deflected an attack, his movements as fluid as they were deadly.

"Let us hold the line!"