"Traitor aide to your side, or maybe a plant by a fourth side to this. Or possibly a fifth side, even. Or were you referring to the undead horde? If so, zombies, zombie horses, and zombie horsemen. Alright, soldiers, lets act like it, rather than some snot nosed civilian kid panicking after his first brawl."<br/><br/>He turned and started pointing to the walking wounded. "I want you guys to start doing basic first aid to the others, just patch them up enough that they won't bleed out in the next minute or so.<br/><br/>Night! I need healers here now, and you are the fastest of the group here. Get to the nearest army, and politely request they send a half dozen troops and every healer they can spare to keep these men alive."<br/><br/>He turned back to the troops, and pointed to the ones that really shouldn't have been fighting, but had due to the lack of better choices. "You two need to lie down, now, before shock sets in. Should be blankets a plenty in the carriages behind the pavilion."<br/><br/>He turned to the soldiers that had come through with just scrapes, or in one case no harm at all. "And you guys get to move the undead. Pile them up, I can burn them once that is done. Hate for them to get back up later."