Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 185: After the war

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After giving the order to "receive", Daves turned and headed to the Syracuse camp.

This road is full of corpses and wailing wounded soldiers. Their blood gathers into a trickle and flows into the sea, staining the coastline red. Smelling the breath of death, flocks of crows flew pecking at fresh flesh and blood, and when people came, they didn't hide much, just screamed "quack". Under the **** light of the setting sun, the unspeakable weirdness and desolation of the battlefield with corpses all over the field made Daves's excitement for victory down.

I just arrived at Siracusa’s camp. There are already many Dionian wounded soldiers lying here. They are all wounded in the process of pursuing them. The wounded soldiers in the battle have been rushed by the medical camp at the Dionian 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 they were obviously understaffed. Many wounded soldiers could only lie down and wait, so they were quite resentful.

Seeing this, Daves immediately dismounted and strode over.

"Your Majesty?!"

"Your Majesty Daves!"

"Your Majesty!!"

"Master Daves!!!"

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As soon as Daves approached, the wounded men cheered with excitement.

"Warriors, I am here to heal you." Daves pressed his hands slightly and said with a gentle expression: "Please wait patiently, you will all be treated, and you will get better soon!" /

"Your Majesty's treatment is the favor of the gods! 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 will all be quiet!" the other wounded soldiers echoed.

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

"Tapirus, Your Majesty. I am the director of the Christoya Restaurant in Turriy City. This time I have been drafted into the Spear Brigade as the company captain." The wounded soldier answered fluently. It turned out that after Daves gave the order to chase, the soldiers of the Spear Brigade were inconvenient to run with their long spears. They also threw away their weapons like the enemy. They didn’t wear armor, and naturally ran briskly. They really caught a lot of defeats. Soldiers. But Tapirus was unlucky. The wounded soldiers he overtaken were fierce and refused to surrender. Instead, he drew out the saber he wore around his waist and chopped his thigh. If it weren't for the soldiers who rushed forward and knocked the enemy down, I'm afraid he has already gone to hell.

"Oh, I know you." Daves remembered seeing this man in his house, so he went to check his wound.

Daves is not only empty in the theoretical knowledge of treating diseases and traumas. During the six months of the Persian campaign, when medical staff were insufficient, he often went to help, so he was also experienced in treating trauma. Even the guards around him were familiar with the materials and procedures of the treatment. While Davers was undergoing treatment, Martius had already ordered his hands to find clay pots to boil water, find cloth, and chop down trees. , Making wood planks, etc.

The sharp Greek saber cut a deep bone in the left thigh of Tapirus, **** and 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 Hades I really take care of you. Although your wound is large, it did not hurt the aorta, nor did you cut the tendons and bones, so it is not very traumatic. You will soon heal."

Although he did not understand the medical terminology Daves said, the news made Tapirus very happy, and he repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Daves.

Daves stood up and said to Martius: "Wait for a while after the water boils, clean up his wounds, and then bandage..."

Martius nodded to express understanding.

Daves walked to a wounded soldier who was screaming loudest because of pain before and squatted down: This is a young Bruti warrior. After the wounded soldiers promised to keep quiet, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, but his childish face was covered with beads of sweat. His right shoulder was slumped abnormally, and his right calf was bent to the outside. He stroked his right shoulder with one hand and touched his feet with the other. His body was squatting, and his expression was painful...

It turned out that he was too excited when chasing the enemy, and when he crossed the Tachnadi River, he did not slow down. As a result, he fell on the bank of the river and landed on his right shoulder first, causing dislocation. The comrades in the back had no time to evade and did not regain strength. One of his feet stepped on his right calf, causing a fracture.

Davers put his hand on his right shoulder, and the wounded soldier shuddered.

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

"Mu...Mukru, lives in Cosenza, and...and General Hironimos...coming..." The wounded soldier endured the pain and stammered, although his voice was a little bit Weird, but it is considered fluent in Greek in the Bruti. He seems to feel ashamed that he is not a Legionnaire, and emphasized: "But my father is a company captain of the Fifth Legion... !"

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

"But...but I didn’t know until I got here...I knew that my father was already in Siriting...and died in Siriting..." Maybe it was Daves’ gentle gaze that infected him, Mukru After saying what I had been holding in my heart for the past few days, tears finally came out of my eyes.

Daves's mood became a little heavy because of it. He comforted softly: "Mukru, you have not lost your father. He has turned into a hero and went to the carefree Elysee Paradise. In the future, when the annual Hades celebration is held, you go to the Hall of Valor of the Hades Temple in Cosenza to worship him, maybe he will meet you in a dream..."

"Is this true?!" When Mukruh heard this, his eyes flashed, as if he had forgotten the pain, and he just looked at Daves hopefully.

"Of course it's true!" Daves comforted him, and while he was happy and relaxed, his hands slammed hard.

Mukru's scream of "Ah!" shocked everyone around him.

"Well, you can move your right arm, but you can't use your right hand for these two days!" Davers asked.

Mukluo turned his right shoulder in surprise, and nodded repeatedly.

"Raise your right foot a bit and let me see." Davers said again.

"Your Majesty, can my feet be good?!" Mukluo immediately followed suit, and asked both expectantly and uncomfortably.

Daves didn't answer him immediately. He looked closely at Mukru's right calf. Although it was severely bent, the congestion under the skin was not serious, and there was no obvious hematoma, and there should be no damage to the blood vessels. He stretched his hand on his calf again and squeezed it carefully.

Mukluo held back the severe pain out of his extreme trust in Daves and did not say a word.

After investigation, Daves confirmed that except for the broken bone in Mukru’s right calf, there was no large fragments or tendon rupture. You need to recuperate for three months, and your calves will be as good as before!"

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

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When Agarcia got the news and called several doctors from Asprostum, Daves had already treated more than a dozen wounded soldiers. With these doctors taking over, he did not continue the treatment. Instead, he talked about important matters with Agarcia: "This camp in Syracuse cannot accommodate all the legionaries to camp here. Tonight, 20,000 or 30,000 people need to rest in the city of Asprostum. Especially these wounded soldiers!"

"Your Majesty, I have asked the people in the city hall to arrange this. There is no problem at all!" And Garcia's answer made Daves a surprised look at him: able to see the problem and take the initiative To solve problems, this is the quality of an excellent government official. I didn't expect that Agarcia, who has been outside in the past few years, has been tempered.

Looking at Agarcia's somewhat old face (in fact, he was only 40 years old), Daves didn't know if he had come out of the original troubles, and couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart.

At this time, the sky was a little darker, and the soldiers who pursued returned to the camp in Syracuse one after another, and began to rebuild a large number of tents abandoned by the ruined soldiers. Bonfires were lit everywhere, and the entire camp was changed. It has to be bustling...

Following the soldiers back to the camp were the prisoners of Syracuse. According to the previous practice, they were stripped of their armor and clothing, and exposed naked in the late winter evening, even on the beach. They shivered from the cold. The Dionian soldiers who were in charge of the **** showed no mercy to them. Once they were slow or disobedient, they would jab them over, making them scream constantly.

The soldiers on the sidelines just laughed and even cursed the prisoners.

Davos did not stop the soldiers. He knew: From the arrival of the Syracuse army in Great Greece to today, the number of Dionian soldiers and people who died in the hands of the Syracuse was no less than 10,000. Especially the areas outside Asprostum and Crimea are almost in ruins, and the soldiers need a channel to vent their anger. What's more, compared to the severely wounded soldiers in Syracuse who fell on the way back to Siriting, wailing but not paying attention, and finally closing their eyes and waiting to die, these prisoners are already considered lucky.

Daves thought for a while and said, "Agarcia, you will temporarily set aside the political affairs of Asprostum tomorrow, and be responsible for taking these prisoners back to Turei."