Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece - Chapter 518

[Chapter 185 After the War]

After giving the order to “retract the troops”, Davos turned around and headed to the Syracuse camp.

The road was full of corpses and mourning wounded soldiers, their blood pooled in tiny streams that flowed into the sea, dyeing the coastline red.

Smelling the breath of death, the crows flew in groups in groups, pecking at the fresh flesh and blood.

Under the bloody light of the setting sun, the indescribable strangeness and desolation of the battlefield full of corpses made Davos’s excitement for victory depressed.

Just arrived at the camp in Syracuse, where there are already many wounded Dionia soldiers, all of whom were injured during the pursuit.

The wounded during the battle had been rushed to the medical battalion at Camp Dionia on the north bank of the Neto River.

The wounded soldiers in the Syracuse camp were treated by doctors from Aspurustum, but they were obviously understaffed. Many wounded soldiers could only lie down and wait, so they were quite resentful.

Seeing this scene, Davos immediately dismounted and strode over.

“Your Majesty?!”

“It’s His Majesty Davos!”

“His Majesty!!”

“Lord Davos!!” As soon as

Davos

approached, the wounded soldiers cheered excitedly.

“Warriors, I’m here to heal you.” Davos pressed his hands down slightly and said with a gentle expression: “Please wait patiently, you will all be treated, and you will get better soon!

” Your treatment is the blessing of the gods to us! Don’t worry, we won’t make a sound and will not interfere with your treatment!” a wounded soldier said loudly.

“That’s right! We’ll all be very quiet!” The other wounded soldiers said in agreement.

Davos saw that the soldier who spoke was somewhat familiar,

so he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Tapirus, Your Majesty. I am the supervisor of the restaurant Cristoia in Turii City. This time, I have been recruited into the spear brigade as company captain.” The wounded soldier replied fluently.

It turned out that after Davos gave the order to pursue, the soldiers of the spear brigade were inconvenient to run because they were armed with long spears, and they also threw away their weapons like the enemy. soldier.

But Tapirus was unlucky. The wounded soldiers he chased were fierce and refused to surrender. Instead, he pulled out the saber on his waist and slashed his thigh. If the soldiers under his command hadn’t swarmed up and beat the enemy down, He was probably already in hell.

“Oh, I know you.” Davos remembered seeing this man in his house, so he went to check his wounds.

Davos not only has theoretical knowledge on the treatment of diseases and wounds, but also often went to help when the medical staff was insufficient during the half-year war in Persia, so he is also very experienced in the treatment of wounds.

Even the guards around him were familiar with the materials and steps of the treatment. While Davos was doing the treatment, Martius had already started to instruct his subordinates to find clay pots to boil water, find fabrics, and cut down trees. , making wooden boards, etc.

The sharp Greek saber cut a deep, bony incision in Tapirus’ left thigh, bloody.

The doctor asked Tapirus to hold back the pain, lift and flex his left leg, and then stretched out his hand to press around the wound before smiling and saying, “Tapirus, it seems that Hades really cares for you. There you go. Your wound is big, but it didn’t hurt the aorta, and it didn’t cut the tendon and bone, so it’s not a big wound, and you’ll be healed quickly.”

Although he didn’t understand the medical terms Davers said , but the news made Tapirus very happy, and he repeatedly thanked Davos.

Davos stood up and instructed Martius: “After the water boils, clean his wound, and then bandage…”

Martius nodded in understanding.

Davos went to crouch in front of a wounded soldier who had been screaming loudest because of the pain: this was a young Brutian warrior, his face was pale, and his eyes were a little cramped when he looked at Davos, since the wounded soldiers After promising to keep quiet, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, but his apparently childish face was covered in sweat.

His right shoulder was drooping abnormally, and his right calf was bent to the outside. He stroked his right shoulder with one hand and touched his foot with the

other .

He didn’t slow down when he was in the river, and he fell on the bank of the river. His right shoulder hit the ground first, causing a dislocation. The comrades behind had no time to dodge, and stepped on his right calf with no strength, resulting in a fracture.

Davos put his hand on his right shoulder, and the wounded soldier shivered.

“What’s your name? Where are you from? Which legion?” Davos asked softly.

“Mu… Mukru, who lives in Cosenza, has been with… and General Hieronymus… here…” the wounded soldier endured the pain and stammered. Although his voice was a bit weird, He can be considered fluent in Greek among the Brutians. He seems to feel a little ashamed that he is not a legionnaire, and emphasizes: “But my father is a company captain of the Fifth … Fifth Legion!”

” Oh, you and your father are good citizens of the Alliance!” Davos sincerely praised, knowing that living in Cosenza meant that the soldier’s family had left the Horde and became a true citizen of the Alliance.

“But…but when I got here, I only knew…that my father had been killed in the Sirius…” Maybe it was Davos’ gentle gaze that infected him, and Mukru said Tears welled up in the eyes of the words that I had been holding back in my heart for the past few days.

Davos’s mood also became a little heavy because of this, and he comforted softly: “Mukelu, you have not lost your father, he has turned into a heroic spirit and went to the carefree Elysee Paradise. In the future, When the Hades Festival is held every year, you go to the Hall of Valhalla in the Temple of Hades in Cosenza to pay homage to him, maybe he will meet you in a dream…”

“Is this true?!” Hearing this, Mukru’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had forgotten the pain, and just looked at Davos with hope.

“Of course it’s true!” Davos comforted him, and while he was happy and relaxed, his hands slammed hard.

Muklu’s scream of “Ah!” startled everyone around him.

“Okay, your right arm can be moved, but for the past two days, your right hand can’t be used hard!” Davos instructed.

Muklu turned his right shoulder in surprise and nodded again and again.

“Raise your right foot a little and let me see,” Davos said again.

“Your Majesty, can my feet be okay?!” Mukuru immediately did as he asked, both expectantly and uneasy at the same time.

Davos didn’t answer him immediately, and looked closely at Muklu’s right calf. Although it was severely bent, the subcutaneous congestion was not serious, and there was no obvious hematoma, which should not have hurt the blood vessels.

He reached out to his calf and squeezed carefully.

Out of the utmost trust in Davos, Mukuru held back the pain and said nothing.

After investigation, Davos confirmed that in addition to the broken bone, no large fragments were found in Muklu’s right calf, and the tendon was ruptured. In a few months, your calf will be as good as before!”

Mukru finally smiled,

and

he thanked him sincerely: “Your Majesty, thank you very, very much!”

When Agarcia got the news and called several doctors from Aspurustum City, Davos had already treated more than a dozen wounded soldiers. With these doctors taking over, he did not continue the treatment, but talked to Agarcia. Garcia talked about important things: “This camp in Syracuse cannot accommodate all the legionnaires to camp here. Tonight, 20,000 or 30,000 people need to rest in Aspurustum, especially those injured. Soldier!”

“Your Majesty, I have asked the people at the city hall to arrange this matter again, there is no problem at all!” And Garcia’s answer made Davos look at him in surprise: he could see the problem and take the initiative Solving problems is the quality of an excellent government official. I didn’t expect that Agarcia, who has been out in the past few years, has tempered it.

Looking at Agarcia’s somewhat old face (in fact, he was only 40 years old), Davos wondered if he had come out of the trouble at the beginning, and he couldn’t help feeling a little emotional.

At this time, the sky was already a little dark, and the chasing soldiers returned to the camp in Syracuse one after another, and began to rebuild a large number of tents abandoned by the routed soldiers. Bonfires were lit everywhere, and the whole camp became lively and noisy. Get up…

Follow the soldiers back to the camp and the captives of Syracuse. According to the previous practice, they were all stripped of their armor and clothes, naked and exposed to the late winter evening. , even at the seashore, and they shuddered with cold.

The Dionian soldiers who were in charge of the escort showed no mercy to them. Once they slowed down or were disobedient, they would stab them with jabs, causing them to scream constantly.

The soldiers onlookers just laughed and even cursed at the captives.

Davos did not stop the soldiers from doing what he knew: from the time the Syracuse army landed in Great Greece to today, the number of Dionian soldiers and people who died at the hands of the Syracuses was no less than 10,000, especially Azerbaijan. The city of Sproustum and Crimea was almost in ruins, and the soldiers needed a way to vent their anger.

What’s more, compared to the seriously wounded soldiers in Syracuse who fell on their way back to the Sirius, screaming incessantly but ignored, and finally had to close their eyes and wait to die, these captives were already lucky.

Davos thought for a while and said, “Agarcia, you will temporarily put aside the political affairs of Aspurustum tomorrow and be responsible for taking these prisoners back to Turii.”