Near the border villages of Svadia and Rhodok, the Peony mercenaries and the rest of the mercenary forces have set up camp here.

The previous battle mercenaries completed their mission, and the Peony mercenaries performed even better.

Although the baron, who commanded the battle, complained a little about Byron's self-indulgence in directing his men to attack during the battle, Field Marshal Greyward agreed with Byron's judgment, and together with Count Claes, he pooled some dinars to reward the mercenaries and let them repair in a border village.

It's safe, and there's a border patrol and garrison from Swadia nearby, so there's no fear of mercenaries getting drunk and making trouble.

Nearly twenty of Byron's soldiers were killed, and a third of the total number was wounded. They did need time to repair now, and to find an opportunity to exchange the spoils for gold and silver.

Because Byron was quick to attack and the battlefield was cleared quickly, the surviving horses carried a lot of equipment from the carcass, as well as all the things of value. Damage small armor and weapon shields, and repair them for your own soldiers. Especially those crossbows, with the same specifications, the quality is much better than in Svadia.

A large number of chain mail and cotton armor, as well as the Rhodok soldiers' signature broad shield, can be used by their own soldiers. However, the training method needs to be changed, as this shield is much larger than the shields of Swadia soldiers and mercenaries, and if it is not trained well, it will affect combat effectiveness. Fortunately, with Bandak here, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

As for the captives, the nobles of the kingdom paid for them to be taken away, and the price they paid was no less than that of the ransom broker. Twenty or thirty captives, Byron received 1,500 dinars.

The weapons and armour that were not needed were broken and loaded in wagons to the town and the nearest castle, where quartermasters and blacksmiths would be of interest to them at a satisfactory price.

Byron's bonus relieved the pressure on the soldiers, but it did not alleviate the pain.

Faced with a large number of wounded people lying in the tent, Byron could not think of a good way for a while. There was a shortage of good doctors in this era, and the skills of the village shavers were too limited. The herbs quickly ran out, and walking through the camp, the moans of the wounded could be heard all the time.

Jamila didn't sleep well for three days in a row, and the dark circles under her eyes were getting heavier and heavier. She liked to be clean, and her clothes were now stained with blood, and because there was no suitable doctor or monk in the vicinity, this brave girl had performed six surgeries with her own hands to remove the arrows from the wounds of the wounded.

She told Byron privately that even in her dreams, her mind was full of soldiers biting sticks and bruises on their foreheads, and that their appearance during the operation was terrible.

Alleyne suffered a few flesh wounds, and after lying down for three days, he was fine. However, after getting up and walking around in the company of Fatis, he was also deeply worried about the situation in the camp.

He felt sorry for Jamila's non-stop work every day, and he was even more worried that the situation would continue to deteriorate. There are already more than a dozen infected people in other mercenary camps. And after the herbs were gradually exhausted, the wounds of some of the wounded of the Peony mercenaries also had a tendency to deteriorate.

In this case, the only way to solve the problem is to use tongs. And this job was also taken over by Bandak, after all, to put the red-hot iron plate on the bleeding wound, whether it was the smoking scene or the wailing of the wounded, it was not something ordinary people could bear.

Jamila was brave and dared to face the horrors of the battlefield, but it was too much for her to do this kind of work.

Kress changed his previous cold attitude towards Jamila, often helping out when Jamila was undergoing surgery, and occasionally clumsily bringing up some topics to talk to her, and even amusing her.

Kress's childhood was bleak, she lacked empathy, and despised the delicate young ladies even more. Her impression of Jamila had never been better than that until that day, when she walked into the tent and smelled the pungent smell of blood, she saw Jamila kneeling in front of the soldier with a wounded thigh, her hands covered in blood.

"Give me the pliers."

Jamila didn't care who came in, and just stretched out her hand. Kress also hesitated and handed her the iron tongs, and watched in amazement as the "rich lady" pulled the arrow out of the half-finger-deep wound with the pliers.

After that, Kress had a second real friend in the mercenary team. The first, of course, is naturally Desaivi.

Then, with Jamila, she found a new way of seeing people, and then she had a third and fourth friend... Even Byron didn't just stop at the employer relationship.

Because of the wounded, Byron began to buy large quantities of herbs that could help heal wounds, and searched for doctors to ease Jamila's burden. He went to the garrison in Swadia and brought in a military doctor to help him in his camp for two days.

In order to provide a good recuperation environment for the wounded, he also spent a lot of money to buy cloth and blankets, and rented a few huts in the village to make the wounded more comfortable. In terms of food, it was also fresh bread and porridge, as well as eggs and boiled fresh broth, which made the mercenaries in the other teams feel envious.

Pleased, Phatis praised Byron's kindness, and followed the camp himself, either helping or chatting with the soldiers to make them feel better.

Desaivi was also taking care of several of his former robber brothers, and found Byron in the middle of the day.

"As a man, I don't hate you that much. I mean, thank you so much for seeing you treat your men, even us bandits. As long as you don't drive me away, I'll always fight for you. Wherever you tell me to shoot, I'll shoot you. ”

Desaivi didn't quite know what he meant, but Byron understood it and was very moved.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Desaivi. If I can't take care of my warriors, how can they fight for me? ”

Byron's words made Desaivi smile rarely, and the mood for the next few days was very happy.

A few days later, more wounded, mostly Swadia soldiers wounded in the previous battle, arrived. From their mouths, Byron knew that although Svadia had won the battle and destroyed most of Rhodok's outer defenses, the losses were very heavy, and the Earl of Greyward could not launch a large-scale campaign for the time being until King Haraus arrived.

Of course, there is good news.

Kenrad hired a monk with great medical skills, and he had a certain reputation in eastern Calradia. His arrival made Byron very happy.