Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

After the order to "receive the soldiers" was completed, Davers turned to the camp in Syracuse.

On this road, there were corpses and mourning wounded soldiers. Their blood gathered into a stream of tricks that flowed into the sea and stained the coastline. The crows who smelled the deaths and swarmed in groups were eating fresh flesh and blood. When they saw people, they didn’t hide too much, just called "嘎嘎". Under the blood of the sun, the strange and desolation of the battlefields of the corpses in the wild, made Dave's excitement of victory due to victory down.

I just came to the big camp in Syracuse, where I have already laid a lot of Dionian wounded soldiers. They are all injured in the process of chasing. The wounded soldiers in the war had been rushed to the medical camp in the Dionya camp on the north bank of the Neto River. The wounded soldiers in the Syracuse camp were treated by doctors from the city of Asprostum, but obviously there were fewer people. Many wounded soldiers could only lie down and wait, so they were quite resentful.

When Davers saw this scene, he immediately dismounted and strode away.

"His Majesty?!"

"It’s Daveus!"

"His Majesty!!"

"Davers!!"

......

As soon as Daves approached, the wounded soldiers were excited and cheered.

"Warriors, I am going to treat you with injuries." Daphus pressed his hands slightly and said softly: "Please wait patiently, you will get treatment, and you will soon get better!"

"You can get your treatment under the sire. It is the gods who care about us! You can rest assured that we will not speak out and will not interfere with your treatment!" said a wounded soldier.

"That's right! We will be very quiet!" said the other wounded soldiers.

Davers looked at the talking soldier and he was familiar with it. He asked, "What is your name?"

"Tapirus, Your Majesty. I am the director of the Klystoa restaurant in the city of Turui. This time I was recruited into the spear brigade and served as the company commander." The wounded fluently replied. After the original Daves issued the command of chasing, the soldiers of the spear brigade, because they were armed with long guns, were inconvenient to run, and also learned to throw away their weapons. They did not wear armor, and naturally ran briskly, but they really caught a lot of collapse. Soldier. But Tapirus had a bad luck. The wounded soldier he caught up with was fierce and refused to surrender. Instead, he took out his saber with his waist and cut his thigh. If it wasn’t for the soldiers under his arm, he would stumble the enemy. He is afraid that he has already gone to hell.

"Oh, I know you." Daphus remembered seeing this person in his house, so he went up to see his wound.

Daves is not only empty in the theoretical knowledge of treating diseases and trauma. During the half-year expedition of Persia, when he was short of medical staff, he often went to help, so he was also experienced in the treatment of trauma. Even the guards around him were heard and heard, and they were very familiar with the materials and procedures of healing. At the time of Daves’ treatment, Martius had already begun to ask his hands to find pottery water, find cloth, and cut down trees. , making wooden boards, etc.

The sharp Greek army knife cut a deep visible bone in the left thigh of Tapirus, and the flesh was blurred.

The doctor asked Tappirus to hold back the pain, and his left leg was doing the leg lifting and flexing and stretching. Then he reached out and pressed the button around the wound. He smiled and said: "Tapirus, it seems that Hades really cares. You are. Your wound is big, but it doesn't hurt the aorta, and it doesn't cut off the tendons and bones. So it's not a big trauma, you will soon heal."

Although he couldn't understand the medical term that Davers said, the news made Tapirus happy, and he even thanked Davis.

Davers stood up and said to Martius: "After waiting for the water to boil, clean him up and wrap it..."

Martius nodded and understood.

Daves walked to the front of a wounded soldier who had been screamed for the loudest voice. This is a young Brutus warrior. He looks pale and looks at Dave's eyes with some cramps. After promised to be quiet, he clenched his teeth and couldn't say anything, but his childish face was covered with sweat. His right shoulder was not properly pulled, and the right calf bent to the outside. He stroked his right shoulder with one hand, his hands touching his feet, his body groaning, his face hurting...

It turned out that he was too excited to chase the enemy. When he crossed the Tacina Di River, he did not slow down. As a result, he fell to the bank of the river. His right shoulder first landed, causing dislocation. The comrades behind him could not escape. Stepped on his right lap and caused a fracture.

Davers put his hand on his right shoulder and the wounded soldier suddenly glimpsed.

"What is your name? From where? Which legion?" Daves asked softly.

"Mu...Mukru, living in Cosenza, with...coming with General Hironimos...coming..." The wounded soldier endured the pain and stuttered, the voice was a bit weird, but It is also considered to be fluent in the Greek language of the Brutus. He seems to feel that he is not a shameful soldier. He also emphasized: "My father is the fifth... a company commander of the Fifth Army!"

"Oh, you and your father are good citizens of the alliance!" Daphus 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 when I got here, I knew... I knew that my father was already in the West Chamber... I died in the West Chamber..." Perhaps Daves’s mild eyes infected him, Mukhlu said In the past few days, the words of tears have finally come out.

The mood of Davers became a bit heavy because of it. He whispered comfortably: "Mukru, you have not lost your father, he has turned into a spirit, went to the carefree Elysees. Later, At the annual Hades Celebration, you go to the Hall of Spirits in the Temple of Hades in Cosenza to worship him. Maybe he will meet you in a dream..."

"Is this true?!" Mukru heard the words, suddenly his eyes lit up, seemingly forgotten the pain, but looked at Daves with hope.

"Of course it's true!" Daphus comforted him while he was relaxing and relaxing with his hands.

Mukhlu "Ah!" a scream, shocked everyone around.

"Well, your right arm can move, but for the past two days, your right hand can't force!" Daves muttered.

Mukhlu turned his right shoulder in surprise and nodded again and again.

"Let your right foot up, let me see." Davers said again.

"Your Majesty, can my feet be alright?!" Mukru immediately did, while asking and expecting.

Davers didn't answer him immediately. He looked closely at Mukhlu's right calf. Although it was bent, the subcutaneous congestion was not serious, and there was no obvious hematoma. It should not hurt the blood vessels. He reached out to the calf and carefully pressed it.

Mukhlu, out of the extreme trust of Davers, resisted the pain and did not make a sound.

After investigation, Davers confirmed that Mukhru’s right calf, except for the broken bone, did not touch the big fragments, and the tendon ruptured, he let out a sigh of relief, and then he said with certainty: "Do not worry, after treatment, only need to recuperate three Months, your calves will be as good as the original!"

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

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When Agarcia got the news and called several doctors from the city of Asprostum, Davers had already treated more than a dozen wounded soldiers. These doctors took over and he did not continue treatment. Agarcia talked about something important: "This camp in Syracuse can't accommodate all the Legionnaires camping here. Tonight, two or three thousand people need to rest in the city of Asprostum, especially these Injured soldiers!"

"Your Majesty, I have already let the people in the City Hall arrange this again, and this is perfectly fine!" Garcia's answer made Dafos look at him a little surprised: he could see the problem and take the initiative to solve the problem. This is the quality of a good government official. I didn't expect Agarcia, who has been outside for a few years, to exercise.

Looking at some of Garcia's old face (in fact, he was just 40 years old), Daves did not know if he had come out of the original troubles, and could not help but feel a little emotion.

At this time, the sky was a little dark, and the chasing soldiers returned to the camp in Syracuse one after another, and began to rebuild a large number of tents abandoned by the squadrons. The fire was ignited everywhere and the entire camp became lively. stand up……

Followed by the soldiers back to the camp, there are also the captives of Syracuse~www.novelmtl.com~ According to the previous practice, they were all exposed to armor and clothing, naked to the end of the winter evening, even on the waterfront, They also shook them coldly. The Denia soldiers responsible for the **** did not have any mercy on them. Once they were slow or disobedient, they poked them with a stab gun, making them screaming all the time.

The onlookers just laughed and even yelled at the captives.

Daves did not stop the soldiers. He knew that from the Syracuse army landing in the Great Greece to today, the Diaonian soldiers and the people who died in the hands of the Syracuse were no less than 10,000 people, especially The streets of Spruthum and Crimea are almost all ruins, and soldiers need a channel to vent their anger. What's more, these prisoners are already lucky compared to the Syracuse seriously wounded soldiers who have been escaping on the road to the West Chamber, mourning but not paying attention, and finally only closing their eyes and waiting to die.

Davers thought about it and said: "Agacia, you will temporarily release the political affairs of Asprostum tomorrow, and be responsible for bringing these prisoners back to Turui."