"Yes, we're tired, it's time to rest." Theodosius II let out a long sigh and looked at Ixier from a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and the two emperors of the empire finally had a mutual understanding at this moment.

The war, just like that, is over.

Because of a very rude request, a huge war was initiated, and because of a very simple demand, the war was immediately stopped.

The heat was rolling in the wasteland, steaming blood was evaporating, and the air murmured with the strange smell of blood and the stench of burning. The army was unusually quiet, except for the fact that the seriously wounded who had not yet died could be heard lying in the pile of corpses on the battlefield wailing, and the cries all tugged at the heartstrings of every soldier who was lucky enough to survive. If these people are not treated, then they will really join the mass of corpses and become one of them.

"Go, bring all of our men back."

Theodosius II, fearing that he would not see such a cruel scene, hastened to turn his head away, closing his eyes and trying not to see this battlefield like a living hell.

"Why, don't you take action yet?"

Arminius doesn't know where the momentum comes from, he relies on his side in Augustus, and now he is the closest person to Augustus, even if he doesn't know the official rank, he can roughly understand his status at this time, of course, he is naturally obedient to his reprimand. He ordered angrily, and those exhausted soldiers naturally dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so they could only obediently obey Arminius's words, put down their weapons, and sent out five hundred people at once, carrying the wounded soldiers who had not yet died on the battlefield with their bare hands. No matter how ruthless Yi Si Ai was, that person's heart was also fleshy, he gritted his teeth, such heavy casualties, especially the cavalry he was proud of, naturally couldn't accept it for a while.

He was still unwilling, but the cruel reality was there that he had to give in, "That's it, that's it!" Isière shook his head repeatedly, and once again looked at Edessa not far away, a huge city that housed hundreds of thousands of people, and finally turned him away. It seemed to him far away from him, and the great cause of humiliating Rome and expanding the territory once again as his ancestors did was completely ruined. At this time, my heart is also like a kitchen table that has been overturned.

"Go home, we have more important things to do." Isiai looked down at the military array in front of him, they were obviously too few in number, and many of the queues were not even enough people, maybe Isiai had never encountered such a defeat since he was a child.

"What about our casualties?" Isiai whispered to the officers behind him who had just left the battlefield and had just been counted.

"Four thousand dead, six thousand casualties, only 5,000 troops are left who can fight, and there are 1,000 cavalry without war horses, but there are still more than 170 people left in the Holy Death Cavalry, and now only 3,000 wounded soldiers can fight, and the rest ......" The officer quickly reported, his tone was even heavier, and even as he spoke, his voice became smaller and quieter, and he basically couldn't hear the voice of the reporting officer in the back, but he didn't lose his temper with him, as if after this war, He doesn't even feel like he's going to be angry, which may be what is called maturity.

"Home, home!"

He gave up his chariot, believing that such a defeated emperor was not qualified to ride back. Again, for Theodosius II, it was a bitter defeat, and it was not a victory but a crushing defeat for him, who had the advantage of his forces, but had such a hard battle with Izière.

Isiai collected his troops, and he returned to his hometown of Ctesiphon with more than 6,000 wounded soldiers. And as the Sassanid Persian enemy army that repelled the invasion of Edessa, Theodosius II, as the victor, also entered Edessa with the First Constantine Legion, which was almost the same as the defeated army, and was treated like a victor, of course, he was not happy, for the nobles who came forward to bless him, he just forced a smile, his own army was so badly damaged, and even dozens or hundreds of people died in the wounds and diseases on every day he celebrated, The most important thing is that the small injuries that usually don't hurt and itch kill most people. For Marcus, he felt guilty in his heart, the only guard he trusted, and certainly his best friend.

Aurius. Luga, who was also one of the wounded, was burned, in his neck. The methods of the military doctors invited to injure the land are very primitive, and there are originally a lot of good medicines, but in the theocratic country, they are all heretics and must be resolutely eradicated. So the most he saw every day was the priests who were talking about the words, because they were convinced that God could save these faithful guards who defended God's kingdom.

However, this was not the case, and Luga saw the priests reciting useless scriptures to their own devices, but they were deaf to the wails of the wounded soldiers. Close your eyes and don't look at the tightly wrapped patients, one by one, their wounds suppurating in the hot environment, and then dying of infection. There was a foul stench in the air, it was the smell of rotting wounds, and even then, the doctor had just come to change the gauze, and then left the man to fend for himself in the crowded wounded area. The result was predictable, the man could not last more than a few days in this wounded barracks before he died, and the healer who came to collect the body only casually said that God was calling him to comfort the others around him.

Every day, Luga could see the healer in charge of cleaning up the carts of corpses out of the wounded barracks, and the dead looked more and more terrifying, and some even widened their eyes and mouths, walking in fear and without dignity! Lu Jia was glad that he was able to wake up early, otherwise in a coma, he would naturally be wrapped tightly by the doctor who didn't know medicine, and it would be really impossible to wake up if he was infected with a fever.

Whenever he saw the dead being pushed out and burned, Lu Jia also felt that this was also his responsibility, because although he did not know medical skills, he still knew a little about the common sense of trauma healing, but this medical knowledge alone was enough to save the lives of most of them.

But he did not dare, because Dr. Bella had such a living example before him, and if he had rushed into the camp and told everyone not to trust the priest, according to his method, not to mention whether the priest would be angry and persecuted, the wounded soldiers would have thought him a madman and a heretic. In other words, if he treats the wounded soldiers in private, he will rely on his three-legged cat's medical skills, and if he is killed, the paper will naturally not be able to contain the fire, and if the matter is revealed, he will naturally be punished for several crimes such as heresy and homicide, which is obviously to make trouble for himself.

Therefore, he only used those medical techniques on himself, and the doctor wanted to bandage him, and he resolutely resisted, and the excuse was naturally that this hindered God's blessing on him, and the healer would be skeptical, and in the end he still did not object to him doing so. Because he was Augustus's close guard, that status was naturally not comparable to those cannon fodder, and of course he had his own tent, which played a good role in isolating the germs from the outside world.

After a week, Andrew came up, at this time Luga's injuries had almost recovered, as the only close guard of Theodosius II now, Andrew was busy, and the first time he saw Luga, Luga felt that he was really thin, and his face was full of exhaustion.