ancient greece mediterranean ruler

Chapter 518 After the War
After giving the order to "retract troops", Davers turned around and headed to the Syracuse camp.

The road was littered with corpses and wailing wounded soldiers. Their blood gathered into thin streams and flowed into the sea, dyeing the coastline red.Crows flew in in groups after smelling the smell of death, pecking at the fresh flesh and blood. When they saw people coming, they didn't do much to avoid them, they just screamed "quack".Under the bloody light of the setting sun, the battlefield strewn with corpses was indescribably weird and desolate, which made Davos feel depressed due to the excitement of victory.

When we first arrived at the main camp in Syracuse, there were already many Dionysian wounded soldiers lying here. They were all injured during the pursuit.The wounded soldiers during the battle had been rushed to the medical battalion at the Dionia camp on the north bank of the Neto River for treatment.The wounded soldiers in the Syracuse camp were treated by doctors from Asprostum, but there was obviously a shortage of manpower. Many wounded soldiers could only lie down and wait, so they were quite resentful.

When Davos saw this scene, he immediately dismounted and strode over.

"His Majesty?!"

"It's His Majesty Davos!"

"His Majesty!!"

"Lord Davos!!"

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As soon as Davos approached, the wounded soldiers cheered excitedly.

"Warriors, I'm here to treat your injuries." Davos lowered his hands slightly and said with a gentle expression: "Please wait patiently, you will all be treated, and you will get better soon!"

"Being able to receive treatment from Your Majesty is a blessing from the gods! Don't worry, we won't say a word and won't interfere with your treatment!" A wounded soldier said loudly.

"That's right! We will all be very quiet!" other wounded soldiers echoed.

Davos saw that the soldier who was speaking looked familiar, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"Tapirus, Your Majesty. I am the manager of Christoya's restaurant in Thurii City. This time I was recruited into the spear brigade and served as the company captain." The wounded soldier answered fluently.It turned out that after Davos gave the order to pursue, the soldiers of the spear brigade had difficulty running because they were holding long spears. They also threw away their weapons like the enemy. They were not wearing armor, so they naturally ran briskly, which really allowed them to capture many defeated soldiers. soldiers.But Tapirus was unlucky. The wounded soldier he overtook was fierce and refused to surrender. Instead, he drew out the saber hanging from his waist and slashed his thigh. If his soldiers hadn't swarmed up and beat the enemy down, he would have been killed. He's probably already in hell.

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

Davos not only has theoretical knowledge about treating diseases and wounds. During the half-year campaign in Persia, he often went to help when the medical staff was insufficient, so he was also experienced in treating wounds.Even the guards around him had heard and witnessed it, and were very familiar with the materials and procedures for treatment. While Davos was undergoing treatment, Martius had already begun to order his men to find clay pots to boil water, find cloth, and cut down trees. , making wooden boards, etc.

The sharp Greek saber cut a deep bone-visible gash in Tapyrus's left thigh, leaving a bloody mess.

The doctor asked Tapirus to endure the pain, lift and flex his left leg, then stretched out his hand to press around the wound, and then said with a smile: "Tapirus, it seems that Hades really cares about you. You. Although your wound is large, it did not damage the main artery, nor cut off the tendon or bone, so it is not a big trauma, and you will recover soon."

Although he did not understand the medical terminology that Davos spoke, Tapirus was very happy about the news, and he thanked Davos repeatedly.

Davos stood up and told Martius: "After the water boils, clean his wound and then bandage it..."

Martius nodded in understanding.

Davos walked up to a wounded soldier who screamed the loudest because of pain and squatted down: this was a young Bruti warrior. His face was pale, and his eyes when looking at Davos were a little awkward. Since the wounded soldiers After promising to keep quiet, he gritted his teeth and remained silent, but his still childish face was covered with beads of sweat.His right shoulder drooped abnormally, and his right calf bent outward. He touched his right shoulder with one hand and his feet with the other. His body was hunched and his expression was painful...

It turned out that he was too excited when chasing the enemy, and he didn't slow down when crossing the Tachinadi River. As a result, he fell on the bank of the river, and his right shoulder hit the ground first, causing a dislocation. It stepped on his right calf, causing a fracture.

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

"What's your name? Where are you from? Which legion you are from?" Davos asked softly.

"M... Muklu, lives in Cosenza, and... came... with General Hieronymus..." The wounded soldier endured the pain and stammered, although his voice was a bit weird, but He is considered to be the most fluent Greek among the Brutians. He seemed to feel a little embarrassed that he was not a legionnaire, and emphasized: "But my father is a company captain of the fifth... fifth legion!"

"Oh, you and your father are both good citizens of the Alliance!" Davos praised sincerely. He knew that living in Cosenza meant that the soldier's family had separated from the tribe and became a true citizen of the Alliance.

"But...but I didn't know until I got here...I just knew that my father had died in Xiliting...in Xiliting..." Perhaps it was Daves' gentle eyes that infected him, Muklu said. The words I had been holding in my heart for the past few days finally brought tears to my eyes.

Davos's mood became a little heavy because of this. He comforted softly: "Muklu, you have not lost your father. He has turned into a heroic spirit and gone to the carefree Elysee Paradise. From now on, When the Hades celebration is held every year, you go to the Hall of Valor of Hades Temple in Cosenza to worship him, maybe he will meet you in your dreams..."

"Is this true?!" When Muklu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to have 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, he exerted force with his hands.

Muklu's scream of "Ah!" startled everyone around him.

"Okay, you can move your right arm, but you can't use your right hand for the past two days!" Davos instructed.

Muklu rolled his right shoulder in surprise and nodded repeatedly.

"Lift your right foot up a little and let me see." Davers said again.

"Your Majesty, can my feet be okay?!" Muklu immediately complied and asked with both expectation and uneasiness.

Davos did not answer him immediately. He carefully looked at Muklu's right calf. Although it was severely bent, the congestion under the skin was not serious, and there was no obvious hematoma. There should be no damage to the blood vessels.He reached out to his calf and massaged it carefully.

Out of his extreme trust in Davos, Muklu held back the severe pain without making a sound.

After inspection, Davos confirmed that apart from broken bones, no large fragments or ruptured tendons were found in Muklu's right calf. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with certainty: "Don't worry, after treatment, you only need to rest for three days." In a few months, your calves will be as good as before!"

Mukelu finally smiled, and he sincerely thanked: "Your Majesty, thank you very very much!"

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By the time Agcia received the news and called several doctors from Asprostum City, Davos had already treated more than a dozen wounded soldiers. With these doctors taking over, he did not continue the treatment, but followed Agcia talked about important matters: "This camp in Syracuse cannot accommodate all the legionnaires to camp here. Tonight, 3 to [-] people need to rest in Asproustum, especially these Wounded soldier!"

"Your Majesty, I have asked the people in the city hall to arrange this matter again. There is no problem at all!" Garcia's answer made Davers look at him in surprise: being able to see problems and take the initiative to solve them, This is a quality possessed by an excellent government official. Unexpectedly, Agarcia, who has been working abroad in recent years, has developed it.

Looking at Agasia's somewhat old face (in fact, he was only 40 years old), Davos didn't know if he had gotten over the original troubles, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

At this time, the sky was getting dark. The pursuing soldiers returned to the camp in Syracuse one after another and began to re-erect a large number of tents abandoned by the defeated soldiers. Bonfires were lit everywhere, and the entire camp became lively and noisy. stand up……

Following the soldiers back to the camp were the prisoners of Syracuse. According to the previous practice, they were stripped of their armor and clothes, and exposed naked in the late winter evening. Even on the seaside, they were freezing. Shivering.The Dionian soldiers responsible for escorting had no mercy for them. Once they were slow or disobedient, they would poke them with spears, causing them to scream continuously.

The soldiers who were watching just laughed and even cursed the prisoners.

Davos did not stop the soldiers' actions. He knew that from the time the Syracusan army landed in Magna Graecia to today, no less than ten thousand Dionian soldiers and people have died at the hands of the Syracusans, especially the Albanians. Outside the cities of Sprustrum and Crimesa, there was almost a ruin, and the soldiers needed a channel to vent their anger.What's more, compared to the seriously injured Syracuse soldiers who fell on the way back to Xiliting, kept wailing but were ignored, and finally could only close their eyes and wait for death, these prisoners were already lucky.

Davos thought for a while and said: "Agarcia, you will temporarily put Asprostum's political affairs aside tomorrow and be responsible for escorting these prisoners back to Thurii."

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