Now, Tissaphernes was in a dilemma. He had prepared many extra large shields for this attack, but the light infantry he led was too large a part of the group, not even half of them could be protected. And too many soldiers led to an overly dense formation, and the mercenaries were able to achieve a killing effect with almost every flying stone and every arrow. The soldiers could still barely maintain their morale under his high pressure, but the cavalry's horses were injured, screaming and jumping, running around, instead bumping into some of the soldiers and disrupting the formation. By now, most of the cavalry had withdrawn to the rear.
Tissaphernes looked at the thinning formation on his side and the groans that filled his ears, and then looked across to see that the Greek shield wall was no longer as tight as it had been at the beginning, and that no amount of tight protection from the Greek heavy infantry could completely prevent a bow and arrow from killing them at close range. Should he continue? He hesitated: he had paid the price, but did not get the obvious results of the battle, just like this gray retreat, not only affect the morale, but also will attract other generals dissatisfaction and contempt. But continue the arrow battle, casualties are bound to increase, before the Greeks collapse, I'm afraid that their own troops will have to mess up first ...
Just then, the messenger arrived, "My Lord Governor, Lord Sitiers says he's suffered too many casualties and proposes either an immediate attack? Or retreat?"
Tissafonis let out a long breath and replied without hesitation, "Retreat!"
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The struggling Greek soldiers could not believe their eyes when they saw the Persians retreating like a tidal wave. After waiting a little longer, the Persians did not reappear and began to cheer ...
In this battle, the Boers suffered over four thousand casualties, and the mercenaries also suffered over nine hundred casualties, though the wounded were the majority, and mostly from arrows in the hands and feet.
After the battle, the soldiers were physically and mentally exhausted, and after hastily cleaning up the battlefield, the troops walked north for a while, and before noon, they began to camp and rest ...
Inside the tent, Davos and the officers had an urgent meeting to discuss how to treat the wounded. Because of this war, the troops under Davos' jurisdiction suffered 19 casualties and 185 injuries, which was completely beyond the capacity of the medical battalion, and the entire battalion must be mobilized for treatment.
Amyntas was unimpressed and said, "There's no need to make such a mess, we're soldiers, we've already had the realization that we're going to die in battle! It's just an arrow wound, just take care of it, we've been through this before."
Davos looked around the crowd and felt that Amyntas was not the only one who felt this way, so he said in a serious tone, "Gentlemen, when we are away from our families and our homes, and we go out to fight in wars, are we only united in battle! In fact, we regard our companions as if they were family, and the barracks is our home, can we watch our comrades struggle with injuries and do nothing about it! If that happens, who will be willing to come to our aid when we are wounded! Gentlemen-" Davos said firmly, "Remember, before was before! Now, as long as this is the barracks that I, Davos, am in, we have to establish the belief that we will never let go of an enemy, and we will never give up a comrade, and that we live and die together!"
"Well said!!!" Felicius couldn't help but exclaim in praise. The other team officers also applauded enthusiastically.
Davos' words struck them, and the battalion sprang into action.
First, a large clearing was created in the center of the camp to serve as the location of the medical camp. Davos divided the wounded into three categories: lightly wounded, moderately wounded, and seriously wounded. The soldiers who helped were divided into four groups: the hard-working ones were responsible for the sanitation of the medical camp, cleaning up blood and dirt at any time and driving away flies, mosquitoes, and flying insects; the strong ones were responsible for carrying and assisting the wounded; the handy ones assisted the doctors and nurses in pulling out arrows, clearing wounds, and bandaging them; and the other group, those who had been engaged in carpentry in their hometowns were responsible for chopping down tree branches and making stretchers. Serious wounds were sent directly to Helps, as only he could handle them. After the light-moderate wounds had been extracted, cleared and bandaged, most of the light wounds could be returned to the company, while the others stayed in the medical battalion for observation, depending on their condition, to consider whether to suture or not and further treatment.
Under the seated command of Davers, the entire relief operation was conducted in an orderly and efficient manner. By mid-afternoon, all the wounded of Davos' battalion had been saved.
At this time, the words that Davos said in the tent, under the impetus of Antonius and other people, spread into the ears of the soldiers. Davos initially rely on the name of "God's favorites", that is the soldiers are at a loss, the instinctive action to help the gods and goddesses; after that, Davos killed Mithradates, two killed Altauszus, he used the courage and achievements gradually won the soldiers to his command ability of recognition; and this time, his heartfelt words and practical action finally conquered the hearts of all the soldiers. This time, his heartfelt words and practical actions finally conquered the hearts of the entire battalion. They gave him another nickname, "The Merciful One", and even began to affectionately call the young leader "our Davos".
This massive rescue operation also alerted other barracks, and first individual soldiers, assisting the wounded, arrived and asked for help. Davos agreed. But soon, the news spread, more and more wounded people came, and the medical battalion is obviously not enough manpower, to help them and will squeeze their own battalion's resources, Dyvers battalion soldiers are a little dissatisfied, began to quarrel with outsiders.
At that moment, Criano and Timazon arrived after getting the news, and after a quick tour of the medical camp, the two chiefs (including Timazon, who had always been at odds with Davos) faced Davos with more respect on their faces, as they also thought that such a different and efficient clinic was obviously not made by ordinary people, who had previously scoffed at rumors of Davos being a "God's Favorite". They had previously scoffed at the rumor that Davos was a "God's Favorite".
Without hesitation, Davos agreed to save their wounded soldiers, but because there were so many of them (as the two rear-guard units, they took the biggest hit, with more than five hundred wounded), they would need to send their men to assist, as well as more supplies, such as linen, tiles, wood, tents, and so on, and even agreed that they could send their doctors over to learn and help. Davos was so generous, but of course harbored selfish motives, confident that all the general medical knowledge he had learned in his previous life would be enough to entice the doctors to stay and expand his medical battalion.
Criano and Timasone left full of gratitude. Afterward, several of the remaining chiefs arrived, and Davos made them the same promises and the same requests.
On the way back, while the adjutant of Clerisopus was praising Davos's ability and generosity in rapid succession, Clerisopus was silently thinking about something.
This made the adjutant wonder. Grissops said frankly, "I admit that I was biased against him before, Davos is indeed an excellent talent! Especially the ... medical ... medical battalion he created helps a lot in battle, and Sparta needs this in order to cope with the upcoming war."
"War? What war?!" The adjutant asked in surprise.
"The Persian war against Sparta." Grissops looked grave, "The little Cyrus who was friendly with us is dead, we have been drawn into a rebellion against the new king of Persia, the man in power in Asia Minor has now been replaced by Tissaphernes who is at odds with Sparta, and you should know that there are objections to Asia Minor in our agreement with Persia, and the new king of Persia is likely to lash out at this ... All the signs are against us."
The adjutant listened and fell silent. The war between Sparta and Athens had lasted for more than twenty years, and in the end Sparta had won, but the losses were just as great. Now it would face Persia, which was even more powerful than Athens, and even though he was a brave and fearless Spartan, he still felt the pressure.
Grissops gave him a look and changed the subject, "Do you think Davos will join us?"
"Of course we will! We're the Spartan-Greek overlords!" The adjutant said proudly.
"I hope so." Kerisopus nodded.