Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 180: That’s war!

Before long, numerous helicopters were gathering around Zelta-1 and Zelta-2.

The two helicopters continued to advance as planned, their side-mounted machine guns ready to fire.

"The Dravaks are coming!"

Literally hundreds of Dravaks moved into their path, their assault rifles aimed at the helicopters.

Others were also closing in on the Saber-toothed Tigers.

An announcement rang out over the helicopters’ loudspeakers.

"Zelta-1 and Zelta-2, get to the rear of the formation and let us take on those Dravaks!"

Without waiting for their answers, dozens of helicopters moved in front of Zelta-1 and Zelta-2.

At the same time, the Dravaks opened fire.

Various shots landed on the front-line helicopters, but they were not seriously damaged.

By now, all helicopters were well protected.

They weren’t as tough as tanks, of course, but a few shots weren’t going to endanger them!

At the same time, down below, numerous shots were fired at the Dravaks blocking the helicopters, forcing them to disperse their formation.

But there was more to come!

More Dravaks came within firing range of the helicopters, and the latter, armed with machine guns on board, began to fire them!

Zelta-1 and Zelta-2, following close behind at full speed, naturally arrived in the middle of this chaotic aerial battlefield.

"Hang on tight, guys, it’s going to be hot!" exclaimed Gérard with a mad grin.

The next moment, Gérard began to execute numerous complex maneuvers with the helicopter to avoid the gunfire and the Dravaks!

Inside the helicopters, there was a lot of movement!

Undoubtedly, if they weren’t strapped in and some of them didn’t hold on tight to the metal bar above them, they’d fall out of the helicopter!

The tension was now palpable!

"Shit, that old guy’s a total psycho, I can tell! Can we really trust him, boss?" exclaimed Charles, swearing.

"Little faggot." Dravus murmured with a look of disdain at Charles.

But his voice was clearly audible to everyone despite the sound of the helicopter’s propellers and engine.

"Excuse me!? What did you say there?" replied Charles, a vein appearing on his forehead, showing his inner anger.

"Little faggot." Dravus repeated mechanically, his expression unchanged.

"My talent will enable me to tame dragons. Then we’ll see who’s here, little faggot." commented Charles, with cold eyes.

Dravus leaned towards Charles and continued to whisper in his ear:

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"Little faggot."

"Shit, shut up."

Maxime was exasperated by his men bickering even in this kind of context.

No matter who joined the mercenary group, it seemed they would all become exasperating from time to time.

Dravus and Charles looked at Maxime, silently.

But both obeyed.

At the same time, Ernest was excited.

"Let’s do it!"

He switched on the machine gun and began firing at the Dravaks nearby.

Seeing Ernest start to fire, Andrew decided to light the second machine gun on board the helicopter.

From the air, it was possible to see Zelta-1 and Zelta-2 executing complicated manoeuvres in the air, while from the two helicopters, countless projectiles were flying away at high speed.

Many Dravaks were hit and fell from the sky, but many more arrived and replaced those that fell.

Numerous rounds of assault rifle fire passed through the helicopters, primarily intended to neuralize Andrew and Ernest, who were using the machine guns.

On several occasions, they almost got hit, the bullets grazing them dangerously.

Inside the helicopter, the saber-toothed Tigers weren’t particularly afraid of bullets or lasers passing between them.

Even in Eternity they dared to face death, and it was even easier in a world where they knew that even if they died, they’d be resurrected.

All around them, a dozen helicopters were doing their utmost to intercept as many Dravaks as possible.

Below them, turreted vehicles followed, firing into the sky to shoot down the Dravaks.

Naturally, some Dravaks got in their way, but the soldiers were willing to sacrifice their lives for this rescue mission!

And so, from time to time, vehicles would deliberately stop to delay the Dravaks!

Of course, their fate could be imagined, but their mission was accomplished.

At the same time, the situation in the air was getting worse.

The Dravaks didn’t understand the humans’ plan, but they knew they had to stop the helicopter charge at all costs!

And the flying speed of the Dravak soldiers was also very fast!

So, before long, all the helicopters were being swamped.

Ahead of them, the Dravak mass was growing ever larger.

Catherine spoke again, her voice tense.

"Maxime, it’s going to get complicated going any further!"

Maxime didn’t know what to say at the time, but was thinking hard about what to do, otherwise they’d all die here.

Because if he died, his mercenaries would die too! And in that case, it was a definitive death!

Catherine spoke on a proximity frequency, so the helicopters of the other regiments naturally heard her.

After a short silence, a voice rang out on the same channel.

"This is Kayle-3. Don’t worry, Zelta-1 and Zelta-2, we’ll clear the way for you!"

From a distance, Maxime seemed to see the pilot give them a thumbs-up, a sign not to worry.

"This is Kayle-4, Zelta-1 and Zelta-2 save Captain Orvari and the second regiment!"

"This is Kayle-5, we trust you Zelta-1 and Zelta-2, you’d better complete this mission! haha"

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The 10 helicopters protecting Zelta-1 and Zelta-2 all left messages, then all at once rushed towards the Dravaks opposite.

Gérard seemed stunned by the scene.

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He’d never seen anything like it in his life.

"Pilot, what are you doing here? Pull yourself together and follow them." Maxime ordered sharply.

"Yes, sorry." Gerard replied immediately, motioning Zelta-1 to follow the 10 helicopters.

Zelta-2 followed suit.

But the result was expected.

The first charging helicopters came under fire from the Dravaks, and even under hand-to-hand attack.

Although these helicopters also opened fire like never before, it wasn’t enough.

And finally, before Gérard’s wide-open eyes, a first helicopter exploded in mid-air, followed by a second, then a third.

This was war.

Here, there was no question of battlefield rewards.

The priority was to win on the battlefield, and this could not be achieved without sacrifice.

Thanks to these pilots, a path was opened in the Dravak ranks.

Gérard maneuvered to avoid the debris from the other helicopters.

At this point, even Ernest and Andrew stopped shooting, because it was going too fast!

If they weren’t careful, they could fire on the allied helicopters.

Finally, Gerard managed to get the helicopter out unscathed!

Zelta-2 was following close behind!

Behind them, the remaining 7 helicopters blocked the Dravaks’ advance.

A voice echoed over the proximity channel.

"This is Kayle-1 and Captain Ulysse of the Third Regiment. Go ahead Zelta-1 and Zelta-2, we’ll hold them here."

On hearing this, Maxime was surprised.

There was a regimental captain in the helicopters accompanying them!

And clearly at this height, if the helicopter exploded, even a regimental captain had little chance of surviving it!

"Thank you Kayle-1 and the other units. We’ll accomplish our mission without a doubt," Maxime finally replied solemnly."

The chaos behind them was indescribable.

The seven remaining helicopters formed a desperate line of defense, their machine guns spitting out a torrent of bullets as the Dravaks crashed against them like an endless tide.

Explosions lit up the night sky, and the cries of some of the pilots echoed through the loudspeakers of Zelta-1 and Zelta-2.

"This is Kayle-4, the aircraft is on fire! We’re evacuating immediately! No...it’s too late!"

boom

"This is Kayle-3, a Dravak has entered the aircraft and killed both gunners, self-destruct activated."

boom

These shouts weren’t intended for them; it was a mandatory procedure that every soldier in charge of a vehicle in the army had to carry out in order to inform their comrade and the higher-ups of the situation.

Maxime heard this, his face grim but resolute.

"These guys... They knew what they were getting into, but they did it anyway. Let’s not let them down."

Dravus, for his part, seemed impassive, staring at the horizon before them.

"Their sacrifice will not be in vain if you accomplish your mission, Chief. But you’d better get ready. It’s not over yet."

Catherine, in Zelta-2, took a deep breath before speaking into the channel.

"Maxime, we’re approaching the area where the second regiment is surrounded. We have a window, but it’s narrow."

Gérard confirmed with a quick glance toward his radar.

"They’re right there, in that gap in the debris. But damn, they’re literally trapped. It looks like the Dravaks have them completely surrounded."

Maxime grabbed his microphone.

"Ernest, Andrew, get ready to cover our descent. Catherine, Gérard, find us a safe landing point, even if it’s temporary. We need to evacuate these guys."

Ernest nodded, his hands tightening the machine gun.

"Understood, Chief."

Below, the scene was even worse than the pilots had described. The second regiment, massed behind makeshift barricades, was firing desperately to repel the Dravaks.

Their lines were broken, and every second counted to prevent an enemy breakthrough.

Gérard spotted an open area near the human lines and began to descend, narrowly avoiding a projectile that grazed the rear of the helicopter.

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