Clay Warrior Stories Boxset 2
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Clay Warrior Stories
Box Set #2
Books #4, #5 & #6
Reluctant Siege
Brutal Diplomacy
Fortune Reigns
By: J. Clifton Slater
Reluctant Siege
Clay Warrior Stories
Book #4
J. Clifton Slater
Reluctant Siege is a work of fiction. While some characters are historical figures, the majority are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
The story takes place in late 265 B.C. to early 264 B.C. when Rome was a Republic and before the Imperial Roman Empire conquered the world. While I have attempted to stay true to the era, I am not a historian. If you are a true aficionado of the times, I apologize in advance.
I’d like to thank my editor Hollis Jones for her work in correcting my rambling sentences and overly flowery prose.
Now… Forget your car, your television, your computer and smart phone - it’s time to journey back to when making clay bricks and steel were the height of technology.
J. Clifton Slater
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Content
Reluctant Siege
Act 1
Chapter 1 – The Slopes of Volsinii
Chapter 2 - Unexpected Rebel Formation
Chapter 3 – Reserve Status
Chapter 4 – Ravine Mayhem
Chapter 5 – The Northern Approach
Chapter 6 – Battle for the Gate
Chapter 7 – One Man Is Indispensable
Chapter 8 – Siege of the Legion
Act 2
Chapter 9 – The Better Pantry
Chapter 10 – Command and Control
Chapter 11 – Cold, Exhausted and Wet
Chapter 12 – A Dip in the Tiber
Chapter 13 – Death in the Foothills
Chapter -14 War Party Games
Chapter – 15 Down Hill Dash
Act 3
Chapter - 16 Legion Post Umbria
Chapter - 17 Capital City Docks
Chapter – 18 Villa Peregrinus
Chapter – 19 Villa Maximus
Chapter – 20 Consul Elect, Senator Marcus Fulvius Flaccus
Chapter – 21 Chronicles Humanum Inn
Act 4
Chapter 21 – The Senators and Guests Arrive
Chapter – 22 The Senate in Session
Chapter -23 Reassignment
Chapter -24 Historia Fae, Armorer to the Gods
Chapter – 25 The Clay Ear
Chapter – 26 Qart Hadasht Swords
Chapter – 27 Sicilia and Syracuse
Act 5
Chapter – 28 Syracuse Harbor
Chapter – 29 The Harbor of Syracuse
Chapter – 30 The Somewhat Honorable Macario Hicetus
Chapter – 31 The Altar of Syracuse
Chapter – 32 Run, Hide, Escape or Die
Chapter – 33 Aphrodite’s, The Pub, Not the Temple
Chapter – 34 Open Field Tactics
Chapter – 35 Syracuse Trading House
Act 6
Chapter – 36 Leaving Syracuse
Chapter – 37 Through Lentini to Catania
Chapter – 37 Between Naxos and Hades, the Cavalry
Chapter – 38 Natural Selection, Nature Calls
Chapter – 39 Unkind Years and Rust
Act 7
Chapter – 40 The Sons of the Sons of Mars
Chapter – 41 Messina
Chapter – 42 The Citadel
Chapter – 43 Floating Centers
Chapter - 44 Uniformed Movements
Chapter – 45 The Fake Greek Command Staff
Chapter – 46 There are Infantrymen then there are Hoplites
Chapter – 47 Militia Shuffle
Chapter – 48 Legionary versus Hoplites
Chapter – 49 A Night to Plan a Day to Die
Act 8
Chapter – 50 The Commander and the Captain
Chapter – 51 Captain Frigian
Chapter – 52 Report from Syracuse
Chapter – 53 Arriving and Leaving the Capital
The End
A note from J. Clifton Slater
Books by J. Clifton Slater
Reluctant Siege
Act 1
The Republic organized its army in regional garrisons. When faced with a rebellion, or threats from tribes or barbarians, the Senate approved a Legion for that specific enemy. One of the two Consuls assembled the Legion and assumed the title of General. Most of these Legions were victorious, some were not. Most of these politicians turned General were military leaders, others were not.
In 265 BC, Consul Quintus Fabius Gurges marched his Legion north to put down an Etruscan rebellion. The Etruscan city of Volsinii sat atop a fortified plateau in what today is the Tuscany region. Volsinii’s defenders were prepared for the Legion. As a result, General Gurges’ campaign wasn’t a success.
Chapter 1 – The Slopes of Volsinii
The Legion’s reinforced camp sat a mile to the east. Not far from where the Tiber river slashed through the wide valley. Three days ago, General Gurges marched his army up from the Capital and constructed the camp. Bypassing the hills and peaks lying to the town’s south and west, Gurges, for once, followed the recommendations of his officers. They had suggested an attack from the north. However, they had also recommended placing the Legion camp on the plain and not adjacent to the Tiber river.
The tilted plain on the north started at the base of the steep slope leading up to Volsinii. It spread out to cover half the width of the plateaued city and, unlike the other sides where the slopes resembled near vertical walls, the plain faced a climbable grade. Although not perfect, the plain allowed for staging and maneuvering of the maniples’ ranks that made up the Legion’s assaulting force.
His staff did caution, the drawbacks to the plain were the foothills ending at the southwest flowing Tiber. Besides the ability for an enemy force to hide in the hills, the riverbank could act as a road for any tribesmen coming from the north. The other issue was the distance to the sturdy walls of the camp where the pack animals and Legion’s heavy weapons were stored. But this was an assault, not a siege. The ballistae, or bolt throwers, shouldn’t be needed.
Consul Gurges who had raised the Legion named it after himself and took the mantle of General, discounted the warnings. As he explained after sacrificing a bull to Victoria, “The Goddess of Victory will grant us a swift end to this affair.”
Many Legionaries commented about the General’s failure to also sacrifice to Victoria’s siblings – Kratos, Bia, and Zelus asking for Strength, Force, and Zeal. The views were whispered among the ranks of Legionnaires. One didn’t openly voice an opinion about a nobleman’s actions. Seeing as Gurges was a Consul serving the last weeks of his one-year term as a Co-Consul of the Republic, and their General, all ranks were below Quintus Fabius Gurges.
***
The skirmishers raced through the ranks of the maniples and launched javelins. Many of the Etruscī and Insubri rebels held tribal shields. By shifting them, they avoided the iron heads of the Legionaries’ weapons as the deadly tips rose to the height of the rebel lines. Four of the rebel warriors standing on the plateau fell back and out of sight.
When their supply of javelins was exhausted, the Velites drew gladii and scrambled up the steep slope. In a hail of stones, arrows, and spears, the skirmishers forfeited their lives to test the resolve of the rebels. Before the skirmishers were completely decimated, trumpets sounded the recall. Now released from their assault on the heights, the Velite
s raced down the hill and filtered back through the lines of the maniples.
“It appears the rebels will not easily surrender the high ground,” General Gurges stated to the mounted Tribunes crowded around his horse. None of the young noblemen expected the rebels to give up. The Centurion and his escort, sent yesterday to demand the surrender of Volsinii, had returned filled with Etruscan arrows and knife slashes. Neither survived their injuries.
“I guess, we do this the hard way,” Gurges announced then waved a dismissive hand at his Tribunes. “Go prepare your sections and report back here when you’ve completed your tasks. Trumpeter, prepare to sound the advance for the first rank.”
Off to the side of the General, Colonel Pholus sat on his horse surrounded by four of the Legion’s senior Centurions. Although he could hear the General, his eyes weren’t on Gurges. They were fixed on the bodies of the Velites left behind when the skirmishers retreated. Most lay still, but every so often, a few of the bodies came to life and attempted to crawl or roll down the hill. This movement attracted arrows, rocks, and spears from the rebels. Soon, all the bodies of the Legion’s skirmishers were dead.
“Butcher,” whispered a Centurion.
Pholus ripped his eyes from the bloody slope and snapped his head around.
“Yes. We will have an officers’ meeting this evening to discuss lessons learned from the assault, Centurion,” the Legion’s Colonel announced as if the Centurion had asked a question. “Until then, get to your Centuries and buck up your NCOs.”
The four senior Centurions kicked their horses into motion heading for their sectors.
“They are obstinate, don’t you think, Colonel Pholus?” Gurges called across the gap between the two leaders of the Legion. Pholus swallowed hard and his stomach turned before he noticed the General was pointing at the heights of Volsinii.
“Yes, Sir. It’ll be costly to remove the rebels,” Pholus replied. As a professional military leader, his answer referred to the lives and limbs lost by Legionaries to pacify the town.
“Not to worry Pholus. I should more than break even once I sell the spoils of war and fill my slave pens,” Gurges explained using a different definition of cost. “And best of all, I’ll be a hero of the citizens. That will serve me well when my term as Consul ends and I resume my seat in the Senate. Nothing holds sway in politics like being a hero of the people. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, General. Maybe you can hold a parade?” suggested Pholus with a hint of sarcasm.
“A grand idea, Colonel,” Gurges exclaimed. “It’ll cut into my profits but, the people do love to cheer a hero of the Republic.”
***
All Consuls when they organized a Legion to engage a large threat were arrogant. Most, however, listened to their experienced core of military leaders who ran the army. Gurges had little to say until he looked at a map of Volsinii during the march north. Then, he announced his battle plan and how he would disperse the Legion.
“Two days tops to put the rebels to death,” the Consul, with no military experience, announced. “We’ll use the skirmishers to clear the heights and the infantry can dance into the town. I imagine a cavalry charge will be thrilling to watch. Great sport, don’t you think?”
At the time, Colonel Pholus and the officers from Planning and Strategies had stood with eyes downcast as the General moved blocks of colored wood around the map. As if the troops, represented by the blocks, were skating on a flat icy pond rather than attacking up the face of a defended slope. Even later, when Pholus explained the small numbers on the map denoted elevations, the General refused to change his plan. Then, Gurges reminded Pholus that the General was a Consul of the Republic and the Colonel was from a farming family. Thusly, the Colonel should be cautious when contradicting his betters. The attack would go just as the General planned.
***
Pholus was ignored as the gang of Tribunes returned from alerting their sections along the lines of Legionaries. Each had raced to a Century’s Centurion, shouted at the officer before kneeing their mount on to the next Century. Once they finished, the young noblemen raced back to the General as if this was a game. Pholus glanced at the bodies on the hillside and back at the converging Tribunes. They hadn’t stopped to consider the cost in lives so far or the lives of those preparing for the actual assault. Just one Tribune seemed to even acknowledge the deaths.
Tribune Peregrinus’ horse was trotting rather than galloping back to the command staff. He was the youngest of the noblemen on the General’s personal staff. After alerting his sections, Peregrinus took time to stare at the bodies on the hillside as his horse closed with the crowd surrounding the General.
“I have a change,” announced Gurges to his Tribunes while he glared at Colonel Pholus. “Remember this lads, flexibility in negotiations is important to winning. And not giving in to every weak idea from your secretaries, but being cognizant of areas where you can improve your position while seeming to give in. That will prove valuable to you later in life.”
Tribune Peregrinus rode up as the General finished his political sermon.
“Mister Peregrinus. Did you have a nice stroll among the common Legionaries?” demanded the General. Then he continued without waiting for an answer. “I’ll sound the advance for the second rank when the third maniple is halfway up. However, I want the cavalry repositioned. I was going to wait until they had a path to charge but, as I can see now, they’ll be more valuable on the line. Split them in half and place the cavalry on either end of the third maniple. We’ll get the rebels in a pincer movement. Go, alert your sections.”
Once again, the Tribunes raced away while Colonel Pholus almost puked. They had little enough cavalry, and now the mounted units were being split and committed to the fight. Worst of all, the battle was just beginning and the General had left no units guarding the Legion’s rear.
***
The three ranks of Legionaries launched javelins. A few Etruscī and Insubri warriors died but most of the javelins fell short. With the third maniple moving, the rebels had to come off their hill and engage. If they didn’t, the line of Legionaries would reach the top and it would become a shield wall fight for the town. Ambush and open field fighting were the tribesmen’s preferred strategies. Shield to shield, close in carnage, belonged to the Legionaries. The third maniple was six paces into the assault when the rebels committed.
A Legion’s heavy infantry was divided into three lines of the maniples. The third line composed of hardened veterans. In front of them, the line consisted of experienced Legionaries. Out front, on the first maniple, were rookies and inexperienced Legionaries. The idea was to get the newest Legionaries combat experience and to toughen them up by allowing them first blood.
From the top of the hill town, tribesmen poured over the crest and ran, in mass, down the steep hill. Colonel Pholus watched as the third maniple locked shields and braced for the onslaught. The General hadn’t ordered the second line forward. Mostly because the Legionaries hadn’t gone far enough up the slope to suit his plan. By the time the wave of rebels reached the first maniple, they were sprinting to stay on their feet. They hit the Legionaries like a herd of stampeding Aurochs. In spots, the line held. At other places, the tribesmen pounded through the shields.
Their momentum broken from hitting the shields, the rebels slowed, easily reversed course and attacked the Legionaries from behind.
***
“We’re sending up the second line. Go, lads,” the General announced in a voice that spoke of controlled confidence. Probably the voice he uses while debating in the Senate, assumed Pholus. As the Tribunes kneed their horses into motion, Gurges spoke to the trumpeter, “Stand by to advance the second line.”
Colonel Pholus wanted to gallop his horse at the General and run the old wind bag over. While Gurges waited for everyone to be in place, the third maniple fought for their lives in a melee with the tribesmen.
Along the busted line, rebels and Legionaries hacked, blocked and stab
bed each other. Murder and death being just a breath or a misstep away. In front of and behind them, and sometimes beside them, the rookie Legionaries blocked and stabbed trying to make sense of their broken line. Their training had prepared them to hold a line, use a shield and a gladius in unison with fellow Legionaries. And to maintain alignment while maneuvering. In other words, they were trained very well, but for combat in ranks, not as pit fighters.
Grunts, cries of madness and pain accompanied drops and splatters of blood soaring around the combatants. Soon, no one could tell if the red stains were theirs, a comrade’s, or the blood of an enemy. About a third of the inexperienced Legionaries of the front line were down when the trumpets sounded.
The experienced Legionaries from the second maniple stepped forward and joined in the gladii fighting. When possible, a Legionary would reach out and pull a rookie out of the fight and thrust him behind the line. As more and more of the surviving first line were pulled out of combat, Corporals began shoving javelins into their hands and forming them up as a second rank. Their training fit this type of fighting and they began stabbing over the shoulders of the second maniple.
***
Being proficient with the javelin and protecting the man in front of you was important for three reasons. If you kept the enemy from taking down the man in front, you wouldn’t have to be in a belly-to-belly sword fight. Also, staying with your maniple increased your chances of survival. When the skills of Legionaries on either side were equal to yours, and you knew the men, you had confidence that no stray spear or sword point would slip in from the side. And finally, there was pride in being part of a maniple. After the battle, you would share tales of heroics and stupidity by the rank in front of you. If you entered the front line, you’d be teased about your weak javelin work or your maniple would mourn your death. So, keeping the enemy off the man in front of you was indeed important.
The second maniple with help from the survivors of the third maniple began to gain ground. As the experienced Legionaries hacked down the rebels in front of them, they used the space to take half steps forward. Soon, they were a full third of the way up the steep hill.