After giving the order to "collect the troops", Davers turned around and went to the Syracuse camp.

The path was littered with corpses and wailing wounded soldiers, their blood pooling into a trickle that flowed into the sea, staining the coastline red. Smelling the smell of death, flocks of crows flew in flocks pecked at the fresh flesh and blood, and when they saw people coming, they didn't dodge much, just "quacked" and screamed. Under the bloody light of the remnant sun, the unspeakable strangeness and desolation of the battlefield strewn with corpses, which made Davers's excitement at victory low.

When they first arrived at the camp in Syracuse, there were already a number of wounded Dionian soldiers, all of whom had been wounded in the pursuit. The wounded soldiers of the battle had been treated by the medical battalion at the Dionian camp on the north bank of the Netto River. The wounded soldiers in the Syracuse camp were treated by doctors from the city of Asprarustum, but they were obviously understaffed, and many of the wounded soldiers had to lie down and wait, so there was a lot of resentment.

Seeing this, Davers immediately dismounted and strode over.

"Your Majesty?!"

"It's His Majesty Davers!"

"Your Majesty!!"

"Master Davers!!"

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

"Warriors, I'm here to heal your wounds." Davers pressed his hands down slightly, and said with a gentle expression: "Please be patient, you will all be treated, and you will get better soon!" ”

"To be healed by Your Majesty, it is the gods' favor for us! Rest assured, we won't say a word and won't interfere with your treatment! One of the wounded soldiers exclaimed.

"That's right! We'll all be quiet! The other wounded soldiers chimed in.

Davers saw that the soldier who spoke was somewhat familiar, so he asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Tapirus, Your Majesty. I am the director of the Kristoya restaurant in the city of Turii, and this time I was drafted into the spear brigade as a company leader. The wounded soldier replied fluently. It turned out that after Davers gave the order to pursue, the soldiers of the spear brigade were unable to run because they were armed with spears, and they also threw away their weapons like the enemy. But Tapirus was unlucky, and the wounded soldier he overtook was fierce, and refused to surrender, but drew the saber he wore at his waist and slashed him in the thigh, and if it had not been for the soldiers under his command who rushed up and knocked the enemy down, he would have gone to hell.

"Oh, I know you." Davers remembered seeing the man in his yard and went to examine his wounds.

Davers not only had theoretical knowledge of treating diseases and wounds, but he also often went to help when the medical staff was short during the six-month campaign in Persia, 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 of healing, and while Davers was healing, Maltius had already begun to instruct his men to find clay pots to boil water, find cloth, cut down trees, make planks, etc.

The sharp Greek saber cut a deep and visible hole in Tapilus's left thigh, blurring the flesh and blood.

The doctor asked Tapirus to endure the pain, raise and flex his left leg, and then reached out and pressed around the wound before smiling and saying, "Tapirus, it seems that Hades really cares for you." Your wound is large, but it doesn't hurt the aorta, and it doesn't cut tendons and bones, so it's not a big wound and you'll heal quickly. ”

Although he did not understand the medical jargon that Davers was saying, Tapilus was overjoyed by the news, and he thanked Davers repeatedly.

Davers stood up and instructed Martius, "After the water boils, clean his wound and bandage the ......."

Martius nodded in understanding.

Davers walked over to one of the wounded soldiers, who had screamed loudest in pain, and crouched down: it was a young Bruti warrior, he was pale, and he looked at Davers with a somewhat cramped look, and since the wounded soldiers had promised to be quiet, he had gritted his teeth and said nothing, but his still visibly childish face was covered with beads of sweat. His right shoulder was abnormally drooping, his right calf was bent outward, he was caressing his right shoulder with one hand, touching his foot with the other, his body was lying on his back, and his expression was painful......

It turned out that he was too excited when he was chasing the enemy, and when he crossed the Tachina Nadi River, he did not slow down, and as a result, he fell on the bank of the river, and his right shoulder hit the ground first, causing a dislocation, and his comrades behind had no time to dodge, and the kick that did not retract stepped on his right calf, resulting in a fracture.

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

"What's your name? Where did it come from? Which legion? Davers asked softly.

"Mu ...... Mukru, who lives in Cosenza, follows ...... ...... with General Hieronymus ...... came over," the wounded soldier stammered, his voice a little strange, but he was fluent in Greek among the Brutis, and he seemed to feel a little embarrassed that he was not a legionnaire, and emphasized: "But my father is the fifth...... A company commander of the Fifth Legion! ”

"Oh, you and your father are good citizens of the Alliance!" Davers applauded from the bottom of his heart, knowing that living in Cosenza meant that the soldier's family had broken away from the tribe and become true citizens of the Alliance.

"But...... But when I got here, I found out...... I found out that my father was already in the Xili Courtyard...... Died in the battle of Siriting...... "Perhaps it was Davers's gentle gaze that infected him, Mukru said the words that had been holding in his heart for the past few days, and tears finally came out of his eyes.

Davers's heart also became a little heavy because of this, and he comforted softly: "Mukru, you have not lost your father, he has turned into a heroic spirit and gone to the carefree Elysée Paradise. In the future, every year when the Hades festival is held, you go to the Hades Temple Valhalla in Cosenza to pay homage to him, and maybe he will meet you in your dreams......"

"Is this true?!" When Mukru heard this, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to forget the pain, and only looked at Davers hopefully.

"Of course it's true!" Davers comforted him and slammed his hands as he relaxed with pleasure.

Mukru: "Ah! A scream startled everyone around.

"Okay, your right arm can move, but in the past two days, your right hand can't be forced!" Davers instructed.

Mukru swung his right shoulder in surprise and nodded repeatedly.

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

"Your Majesty, can my feet be well?!" Mukru immediately complied, asking expectantly and uneasily.

Davers did not answer him immediately, and carefully examined Mukru's right calf, although it was bent badly, the blood under the skin was not serious, and there was no obvious hematoma, which should not have hurt the blood vessels. He reached into his calf again and pressed it carefully.

Mukru, out of extreme trust in Davers, endured the pain and did not say a word.

After exploring, Davers confirmed that Mukru's right calf did not have any major fragments except for broken bones, and tendon rupture, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said affirmatively: "Don't worry, after treatment, you only need to recuperate for three months, and your calf will be as good as before!" ”

Mukru finally smiled, and he thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "Your Majesty, thank you very, very much! ”

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By the time Agascia got the news and called several doctors from Asporustum City, Davers had already treated more than a dozen wounded soldiers, and with these doctors taking over, he did not continue the treatment, but talked to Agacia about important matters: "This camp in Syracuse cannot accommodate all the legionnaires to camp here, and twenty or thirty thousand people need to rest in Asphorustum City tonight, especially these wounded soldiers!" ”

"Your Majesty, I've asked the people at the City Hall to arrange this matter again, and it's no problem at all!" And Garcia's answer made Davers look at him in some surprise: being able to see the problem and take the initiative to solve it is a quality that an excellent government officer has, but I didn't expect that Agarcia, who has been released in the past few years, has been trained.

Looking at Agacia's somewhat old face (in fact, he was only 40 years old), Davers didn't know if he had come out of his original troubles, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

By this time, it was already dark, and the pursuing soldiers returned to the camp in Syracuse one after another, and began to rebuild a large number of tents abandoned by the rout, and bonfires were lit everywhere, and the whole camp became lively and noisy......

The soldiers were accompanied back to camp by the captives of Syracuse, who had been stripped of their armor and clothing, and exposed naked in the late winter evenings, shivering even on the seashore. The Dionian soldiers in charge of the escort showed no mercy to them, and if they slowed down or disobeyed, they poked them with their bayonets, causing them to scream incessantly.

The onlookers just laughed and even scolded the captives.

Davos did not stop the soldiers, he knew that from the time the Syracuse army landed in Greater Greece to the present day, there were no less than 10,000 Dionian soldiers and civilians who had died at the hands of the Syracuses, especially the cities of Asprarustum and Crimesa, which were almost all in ruins, and the soldiers needed an outlet to vent their anger. Moreover, these captives were fortunate compared to the seriously wounded soldiers of Syracuse who fell on the way back to Siriting, wailing incessantly but no one paying attention, and finally had to close their eyes and wait for their death.

Davers thought for a moment and said, "Agathia, you will put aside Asproustum's political affairs for the time being tomorrow, and be responsible for escorting these captives back to Turiyi. ”