Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 171: Finding Maxime’s trail

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

Most of them could stand no longer, and some of Plouta’s mercenaries even fainted directly!

Only Kaite was still standing, despite the feeling of weakness attacking him.

Even Andrew no longer had the strength in his legs to stay on his feet any longer.

"The boss’s talent is no longer working!" thought Andrew immediately, having almost forgotten this detail.

And yet, the [Nox Limit] talent was an indispensable element that enabled some mercenaries to stay on their feet despite their many wounds!

And so, as soon as the active effect of the talent disappeared, these mercenaries were the most seriously affected! Discover hidden tales at novelbuddy

The hearts of some of them even stopped beating - they were dead.

The reaction to the mercenaries’ fall was immediate.

The medical units, already on site, reacted with formidable efficiency.

No questions were asked, and everyone reacted quickly!

Nearby doctors directly examined the most serious cases!

"Cardiac arrest detected here! Bring the defibrillators!"

Another doctor shouted:

"Blood loss just accelerated all of a sudden! This is B- blood, request matching blood bags for transfusion immediately!"

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A young doctor, his face tense with tension, grabbed his walkie-talkie to relay the information given by his colleagues:

"This is medical unit Alpha, we have mercenaries having a heart attack in the field! Send defibrillators immediately, send all the blood bags we have in stock and prepare for transfusion equipment on site!"

After a very brief breath, he continued:

"Schedule priority extraction for critical cases. We need medical transport to the area, now!"

The words had barely escaped his mouth when a beep sounded in his earpiece.

"Roger, Alpha. Defibrillators on, extraction in three minutes. Hang in there."

Simultaneously, a few troop transport helicopters began to turn their propellers.

They were the ones who were going to do the extraction.

Simultaneously, a medic was working on a mercenary, his torso barely raised. One of the medics had already torn off the bloody battle dress to reveal a series of deep wounds.

"Blood pressure almost non-existent... he’s going to drop us if we don’t act now!" one of them shouted, pulling out a tourniquet and a syringe of adrenaline.

A mercenary from Plouta, who had miraculously survived despite his injuries, watched the scene with sad eyes.

"Why now?" he murmured weakly, his lips trembling.

That could almost be him on the floor!

The doctor, busy stabilizing a nearby colleague, answered him bluntly.

"Your leader’s talent must have worn off, a common occurrence on human battlefields. And with these wounds and no particular talent, it’s normal that you can no longer stand upright," a doctor replied immediately out of habit.

These words, though bitter, echoed a brutal reality.

The mercenaries had long since surpassed their physical limits thanks to Maxime’s talent. Without this supernatural strength to support their shattered bodies, they would naturally collapse under the weight of their wounds.

Above all, not all of Plouta’s mercenaries were aware of Maxime’s active talent and its limited duration.

Although it seemed logical, they didn’t think anything of it at the time.

In the organized panic, a woman with her hair tied in a tight braid pulled out a defibrillator freshly brought in by a soldier.

"Stand aside!" she shouted, before placing the electrodes on Laura’s chest, whose heart had just stopped beating.

In the previous battle, she had become a demon of murder, no matter how many wounds she sustained, she still stood her ground and continued to stand in the front row.

Many mercenaries were impacted by her courage, and didn’t want to be inferior to her!

It was because everyone was fierce and no one wanted to admit they were inferior to the others that they had been able to hold out for so long against an army 20 times their size!

At the same time, the woman’s voice rang out:

"Loading... ready. Unload!"

Laura’s body jerked violently under the effect of the electricity. The doctor immediately put her ear close to Laura’s heart, but obviously it hadn’t worked!

So she shook her head at the other doctors accompanying her, while ordering a second shock.

" 10,9,8...3,2,1. "

"Second load...ready. Discharge!"

The woman listened once more to Laura’s heartbeat.

"Her heart is beating again and is stable for now! Prepare her for extraction!" she ordered immediately with a firm face.

Andrew, though weakened, continued to monitor the operation with a grim expression. His clenched fists betrayed his frustration. These men and women, most of whom were his friends, had survived the inferno, but without Maxime, some of them were now falling to the ground beyond his control.

Some died directly from their wounds, without the nearby doctors being able to intervene.

Their wounds were just too severe, as in the case of Henry and Ultia, who died within 5 seconds of the [Nox Limit] effect wearing off.

Orvari, who had been watching in silence, approached the nearest medical unit.

"How long before those in critical condition are out of danger?" he asked in a deep voice.

The head of the medical team shook his head.

"Not until we offer them full treatment. Even if we stabilize them, they’ll remain vulnerable until their leader is found."

This doctor hoped that their leader would be able to activate his talent again, giving the medical units more time to pull the mercenaries from their deathbed.

Orvari frowned, an extra weight added to his shoulders.

"Very well, mobilize all necessary means. I want these men out of this area before the Dravak reinforcements arrive. Andrew, I’ll send a squad to find Maxime. You have my word."

Andrew nodded, gratitude visible in his eyes.

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Captain Orvari took out his walkie-talkie.

"To all units, Lieutenant Otas is taking over the extraction and care of all units. With Alpha Squad we’re going in search of the mercenary leader who fought valiantly for humanity."

"This is Lieutenant Otas from Bravo-1, roger."

"This is Charlie-1, roger."

A few minutes later, most of the mercenaries were loaded into transport helicopters under the command of Lieutenant Otas for extraction while Andrew, Rodrigo, Charles and Kaite boarded Captain Orvari’s helicopter gunship.

"This is Charlie-1. All designated saber-toothed tiger mercenaries have been successfully boarded. Takeoff imminent for return to base, over."

"Roger that, Charlie-1." replied Captain Orvari immediately.

"This is Alpha Squad, imminent takeoff for search of saber-toothed tiger leader, over."

Before long, Lieutenant Otas’s voice echoed through the departing helicopter.

"Captain Orvari, take a couple of helicopters from Bravo unit."

"5 will suffice, thank you Lieutenant Otas." replied Captain Orvari after a brief hesitation.

A few helicopters and many men would enable them to cover a larger search area.

"May the god of war watch over you Captain, over and out."

Soon, Andrew, Rodrigo, Charles and Kaite took off in a helicopter for the first time in their lives.

The flight lasted a few minutes.

"Impressive, isn’t it?" asked the captain with a smile.

The 4 saber-toothed tigers nodded.

In their home world, they could never have hoped to live such an experience, so in a way they were happy.

"In our world, the first flight is called baptism of the air. So today, you are baptized." informed the captain, clearly in good spirits despite keeping a straight face.

But before the mercenaries could react, the helicopter pilot intervened.

"Captain, look northeast!"

Not only did Captain Orvari look immediately, but the mercenaries were also on the lookout.

They all stood up and looked, clinging to a small handle above them, otherwise the slightest jerk from the helicopter and they’d fall!

Below them, they saw a pond surrounded by a forest.

Or rather, the pond was surrounded by a forest, for the forest was now partly destroyed.

"What the hell happened here?" whispered the captain, his voice covered by the sound of the propellers.

"Andrew..." whispered Kaite.

"Yeah, definitely our leader here," Andrew replied.

The captain reacted too, in any case it was a good lead and should give some clues to the mercenary leader’s position.

"Pilot, please lower your altitude to 30 meters above ground level," he ordered immediately.

"Aye, aye, Captain." the pilot simply replied as he lowered the helicopter.

"Bravo unit guys, we have a lead, please come to us at coordinates 816.798." continued Captain Orvari.

"This is pilot Joyce from Combat Helicopter No. 7, we’ll be there in 30 seconds, Captain."

"This is pilot Kaicha from combat helicopter n°8, we’ll be there in 45 seconds."

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Soon the 6 helicopters arrived not far from the pond and were able to get a closer look at what had happened.

Andrew and the others looked carefully to see their captain.

"Andrew, look there’s a Dravak on the ground!"

Andrew looked intently in the direction Kaite was pointing.

"Is it...Dravus?"

Not only Andrew, but Charles, Rodrigo, the captain and the soldiers on the other helicopters saw the massive silhouette of Dravus on the ground.

His monstrous body, pierced on all sides, lay in a pool of his own purple blood.

Andrew began to worry about his leader.

Dravus was responsible for his protection, but now that he lay on the ground, his life and death completely unknown, there was no one left to protect their leader!

And above all, for a Dravak to put Dravus in such a state, his opponent had to be terribly powerful.

When they arrived on the battlefield, they had automatically received a lot of information about Dravus, so there would be no allied fire.

"And there’s another Dravak. Obviously dead." Kaite said, pointing.

And indeed, Andrew could see a very strong-looking Dravak lying on the ground.

His skull pierced by...an ice spear?

Seeing this spear, many soldiers from the other helicopters gulped in fear.