The two looked at each other seriously, then suddenly began to laugh together.
The two chatted for a while, then went back to sleep.
Despite the lightness with which they spoke, both were still tortured by pain.
With injuries this severe, even a strong physique combined with a powerful healing talent wasn't enough to heal quickly.
The other saber-toothed tigers still alive were in a similar state.
They had been repatriated by a few helicopters from the Charlie squad of the second regint, then these helicopters had quickly returned to the battlefield.
Now they were all resting in rest rooms in the dical wing, alongside soldiers from the first regint and the Shibuyas.
The fittest, such as Kaite, Andrew and Charles, spoke with so of them.
The next morning.
Maxi opened his eyes again, looked quickly to his right and saw Dravus still asleep.
To his left, there was a window that let in the sunlight, while on a small chair, a neatly folded military outfit was laid out. There was also so underwear.
"They're pretty thoughtful at this hospital."
At least, he was glad to see sothing he could wear to go out, as currently all he was wearing on him was a white tunic.
So he stood up, but suddenly his body sent him so painful signals.
"It hurts again!?"
"That Dravak really got into trouble with one spell..."
Looking back, Maxi wasn't proud.
He'd really almost died, and even surviving, he was still suffering the consequences of that fight.
But regardless of the pain, he got up and began to dress.
Once dressed, he turned to a nearby mirror.
"Ouch, he really didn't fake it when he attacked ."
In his reflection, he still had hair except that before it was long and now it was very short.
More importantly, part of his face was black, giving him a very fierce look.
Combined with his military outfit and his young age, it really made for a strange scene.
At least it was sure he couldn't be discreet now.
"I wonder if it will heal with ti or will it always stay like this?"
He himself had no dical knowledge so he could only guess and hope it would heal.
Without waking Dravus, who was in a much worse state than himself, he discreetly left the room.
But a voice ca from behind him all the sa.
"Hey chief."
Maxi turned back to Dravus, who was still lying in bed.
"Yes?"
"Why did you call your rcenary group Les Tigres à Dents de Sabre?"
Maxi smiled.
"So that's the question."
Several tis, the rcenaries had already asked him this question.
And as usual, he replied:
"It's a secret."
In the VIP lounge, Dravus remained silent as to Maxi's answer.
"Any more questions, Dravus?" asked Maxi.
"No, but you'll have to say it soti," Dravus replied simply, not really caring.
"Probably." concluded Maxi, not caring for the mont either.
He then left the room, closing the door behind him.
A nurse who happened to be passing by was surprised to see Maxi.
"Monsieur Valdreuve? Are you fit to walk yet?"
Maxi smiled at her.
"It would seem so."
This smile seed very seductive to the nurse, and she was not far from blushing.
Maxi had been very handso before, but he lacked an air of maturity.
But with his military outfit, short hair and facial burn, he had a unique charm.
Of course, his blue eyes and blond hair had a lot to do with it.
Combined with the fact that the nurse knew Maxi was strong and now had a very high status in the fortress, it made him irresistible.
"If you want to see your rcenaries, they're on the floor below Sir Valdreuve." she finally said, regaining her concentration.
Maxi didn't care about the nurse's emotions, what he wanted to know now was the state of the battlefield.
"My n are strong, I'm not worried about them. Can you show the way out instead?"
The nurse was disturbed for a mont by Maxi's answer, but quickly recovered herself.
"Um...yes, of course!"
She quickly showed him the way.
"What's your na?" asked Maxi after retaining the information.
The nurse was a little surprised; she was very rarely asked her first na.
"Blanche, sir."
"Then thank you Blanche and see you next ti."
Maxi gave her a little wave as he left.
It wasn't much, but it made Blanche happy.
"I should join the command room, although it must be very busy and no one will have ti to explain anything to , I could learn the exact situation on the battlefield by listening to the reports and orders given there."
Maxi soon left the hospital and made his way through the fortress's central field to the command room.
The central field was particularly lively that morning.
The engines of helicopter gunships roared as they took to the skies in wave after wave, their blades beating the air with almost hypnotic regularity.
Armored vehicles crossed the large esplanade in a well-orchestrated ballet, their wheels kicking up clouds of dust that lingered in the cold morning air.
Maxi, advancing at a slow but confident pace, watched the scene with perplexity.
"A regint is leaving for the outside?"
Soldiers, equipped from head to toe, gathered in orderly formations, their faces marked by determination and a hint of nervousness.
No one paid him any attention at first, all concentrating on their respective tasks. It was only when he passed a group of soldiers boarding a troop carrier that so of them looked up.
One of the young soldiers, who had heard rumors, squinted as he stared at Maxi.
"Wait... isn't that...?" he whispered to his comrade.
"I know who you an, but that's impossible." replied the comrade.
"They say the captain of the Saber-Toothed Tigers is badly burned, and no one knows if he'll survive his wounds."
The forr hesitated, seeking to confirm his doubts, but the slap of a hand on his shoulder interrupted his thoughts.
"Soldiers, this is no ti for daydreaming! Check your weapons and armor!"
"We'll be in touch with the Dravaks as soon as we're out!"
The soldiers jumped up and obeyed imdiately, climbing into the vehicle with haste.
Maxi, who had caught a few snatches of their exchange, sketched a discreet smile but felt strange as he caught a precise piece of information.
"The Dravaks are close to the fortress? How's that possible?"
Not far away, the captain of the 8ᵉ regint, busy supervising preparations, turned his head briefly and caught sight of Maxi.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but he kept his composure.
He rely nodded respectfully, then imdiately turned his attention back to his n, shouting orders with authority:
"Final equipnt check! No room for error, we need to support the 2ᵉ regint as quickly as possible!"
Maxi noticed the man and also nodded in greeting, but montarily failed to rember him.
"Why did he greet ? I can't rember who he is at all."
"But he must have a high position in the fortress, perhaps the captain of a regint?"
Soon, as Maxi crossed the central space of the fortress, he cast a quick glance at the convoy of armored vehicles leaving the fortress compound, accompanied by an aerial escort of attack helicopters.
"It's really majestic."
Without lingering too long, Maxi passed through a doorway and then walked through the corridors of the fortress.
He ca across a few hurried soldiers, all of whom looked at him with different eyes.
Mostly confusion and respect, as they all recognized him from the recent rumors in the fortress, but they also wondered if it was really him, as according to the rumors he was in critical condition.
But here, apart from a burn on his face, he was doing quite well.
After a few minutes' walk, Maxi arrived at the command room door, which was already open.
Inside, various orders were being issued and reports received.
On the giant screen, a soldier in charge of transmission had one knee on the ground as he shared the situation live from the battlefield.
Around him were soldiers ard with assault rifles firing at Dravaks.
"This is the second regint, all our helicopters are out of action! Under the orders of Captain Orvari we are currently conducting guerrilla warfare with the Dravaks in forest N°3!"
"Roger corporal, hold position, the eighth regint has just left!"
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Suddenly, an explosion detonated behind the corporal, temporarily jamming the cara.
No sound could be heard in the command room.
A heavy silence settled over the command room.
After a few seconds, a soldier in the command room tried to re-establish the link.
"Corporal, do you copy? Can you describe what just happened?"
At this point, even Maxi was frowning with ominous premonition.
The cara slowly reactivated, but the angle of view had changed.
Now the cara seed to have fallen to the ground on its side. So dust had settled on the table, but it didn't interfere with visibility.
On the screen in the command room, the corporal's head was in full view.
Except that it no longer showed the slightest sign of expression.
He was dead.
Then suddenly.
A foot covered in scales appeared next to the corporal's head, and the next second, that foot slamd into the corporal's head like a pebble.
The corporal's head flew off as the cara moved and rose into the air.
A Dravak had taken the cara.
Behind him were several human corpses, while Dravaks searched their bodies.
The Dravak said a few words with a nacing smile, then crushed the cara, definitively severing the link with the second regint.
The command room fell into silence.
The communications officer, a major, asked:
"Can anyone translate what that damned Dravak said?"
A second lieutenant spoke up:
"Yes, Major, he said: 'Wait in the warmth of your fortress, it'll soon be your turn'."
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