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Originally posted by zeeter
Quiet anticipation had overtaken Leza. The soldiers had built a makeshift fence which would help somewhat against the spearmen. Thank Mars, Brutus thought, that they had no muskets or catapults. This fence wouldn't stand a chance.
The men were looking around nervously at one-another as they listened to the growing sound of a chant beyond the hills surrounding the city. Povian was now returning from another recon sortie. He reported to Brutus and Cassius as the soldiers closed the fence back up after his enterance.
"They're just over the hill. It looks like three thousand of them. Mushwala's standard was present."
"Who is Mushwala," Cassius asked.
"He's one of their Generals. Competant, but not extraordinary," answered Povian.
"Tell me, you've seen these tribes fight. What are we up against?" asked Brutus.
"They'll send wave after wave of spearment at you. They'll wear your men down until they have nothing left. Eventually, they'll kill you all. By the way, these men are canibals."
The thought of Povian's last statement sent chills up Brutus' spine. "So we have a chance, then."
"What chance it that? A chance to be killed, I'd say," Povian laughed. The scout had been in Zululand for years, and could get away with forgetting his place a few times. "General, you fight this battle. You may even fight well. But by the end of the day, I expect to see your head atop the flagpole. That is, if I'm not already dead myself." Povian laughed as he walked away.
The chant was growing louder. The Zulus were singing as they approached the settlement. Brutus turned to Cassius. "We need to keep the men. Give them hope for survival. That is our only chance. At no time can we look like we're not confident. Even if you've given up on the inside, don't let that show. They can try to wear us down all they want, but we'll stand here with our pride."
"I understand Brutus. That is all that we can do. Maintain our pride," Cassius responded.
The Zulus were coming to the top of the hill. Their numbers were intimidating. They surrounded the city on three sides, with the river on the third. There would be no escape for the Romans. They must fight, Brutus thought.
At the top of the hill, the Zulus fell silent. While they were a half mile away, Brutus could make out a different headress on one of the spearmen. That must be Mushwala, he thought. The Zulu leader stood with his wooded shield raised high.
After a while of this silence, which Brutus guessed was so the soldiers could see the hopelessness of this battle, Mushwala banged his spear on his shield. A man standing near him began to chant loudly. The rest of the Zulus repeated this. A large section of them began to walk forward.
The men began to get ready to fire on them. Cassius ordered them to wait until he gave the signal.
The singing continued until the spearmen were at fifty yards. Then the silence took over again as Mushwala raised his shield high. They waited.
Brutus gave the signal to Cassius.
"First rank, Fire!" he commanded. About half of the soldiers on this side of the walls fired on the Zulus. Several of them fell, but the rest still stood. When the smoke cleared from their eyes, he shouted again. "Second rank, Fire!" he commanded. The rest of the soldiers on this side fired on the Zulus while the first group reloaded. Again, several Zulus fell, but still, the rest stood. Over and over again Cassius called for the men to fire, finally calling for them to fire-at-will. The Zulus fell in droves, but still did not move. The rest of them atop the hill stood and watched.
Brutus watched as the Zulus fell. Why weren't they fighting, he wondered. They're like sitting ducks. He turned to Povian. "What are they doing, he shouted."
Povian calmly looked at the General. "They're counting your guns, General," he replied.
Brutus looked again at Mushwala. He seemed to be watching the battle intently.
"The next wave will fight," Povian continued. "But for now, they want to find your weakness."
Mushwala beat his spear on the shield again. The singing started, and the spearmen in the field that remained standing ran back up the hill.
"Here they come now," Cassius said to Brutus as a large group of Zulus ran down the hill at them.
"Be ready, now!" Brutus yelled. "Show them what we've got, Boys!" he said to the men. A few shouts came up from his men. They seemed sincere. When the spearmen were close enough, Brutus gave the signal to Cassius.
"Fist Rank, Fire!" he shouted. They repeated the earlier process, but quickly went to the free-fire command as the Zulus came to the gate. Brutus called for several squads of soldiers from the oposite side of the wall to come to the assistance of the ones being attacked now.
The Zulus were falling at an alarming rate, Brutus thought. But that didn't seem to matter. When they got to the wall, several spears came flying into the camp. A few Roman soldiers were hit by these spears, but only one died. These spears, it seemed, were better suited to be thrust into the oponent than thrown. It was good that Cassius had the men place the bales of hay between them and the fence. They would now have to climb the fence to get at them.
The firing continued. A few more Romans fell, but nothing serious. Brutus had to step over the Zulu spears which began to litter the compound.
The Zulus who made it to the fence were impaled by the Bayonettes of the soldiers before they could attack.
Mushwala called again for his spearmen to return. They quickly ran back to the top of the hill.
Brutus looked over the carnage before him. He had lost one man, while the Zulus lost about fifty. They had won the first round. He didn't know how long they would last, but he heard the soldiers cheering after the departing spearmen. Their spirit was high. He and Cassius must keep it high if they were to have any chance.
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Hiawatha couldn't stand the fact that he had been beaten now three times by the Romans on the Unfinished Isle. How humiliating. His people were laughing at him now. He was forced to make peace after the last attack, as he'd sent so many troops there that his home defenses were becoming fragile.
He must do something to regain the respect of the citizens. "When should we expect reinforcements, Stepped in Bear Dung?"
"Soon, sir. Four regiments of musket men are in training now."
That won't be enough, Hiawatha thought. He was pacing about his chambers, trying to find an edge. "What of the Aztecs. Where are they weak?" If he couldn't get to the Romans right away, maybe the Aztecs would suffice.
"We can forget the colonies on the Unfinished Isle. If we were to take them, the Romans would just sweep down and take them from us. That would leave them with the entire Unfinished Isle. Their weakest city is probably on the Roman Northern Province."
Hiawatha looked at Stepped in Bear Dung. "Where was that?"
"On the Roman Northern Province."
"When did they gain a foothold there? Why didn't I hear of this?"
"Just last year, sir. They landed there and built two colonies. I don't even think that the Romans know about them. The Aztecs had a short war with the Americans, as well, taking the city of Albany from them - the only city that they had on the continent."
"Why did you keep this from me? I need to know these things as soon as possible."
"I..you were so involved in the battle of Keparta. I didn't want to disturb you."
Hiawathat was already past this. A plan was brewing. The Aztecs have three cities on the Northern Province, and the Romans don't even know it. This could work out. If the Romans somehow discovered these cities, they would certainly be threatened. The Aztecs no longer supplied them with horses, so the relations between the two countries has been strained of late. This may push the Romans over the breaking point.
First, though, he would have to build his own outpost on the continent. A base from which to attack. Caesar couldn't possibly defend his homeland, the Northern Province, and the Unfinished Isle. Especially against Montezuma's troops and the Iroquois. Hiawatha wouldn't start this war, but would finish it.
"Stepped in Bear Dung, go call a meeting for me with the Roman Consul."
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Lepidus entered Caesars chamber for instructions.
"Ah, Lepidus. There you are. How goes the war in Zululand?" the Dicator asked.
"Well, sir, its difficult to say. We are gaining ground, but at a great cost. We've defeated scores of Zulu regiments, but they are immediately replaced. Plus, anytime we capture a city theres nothing left to occupy."
"These Zulu troops. Spearmen?"
"Yes," replied Lepidus.
"I see. Thats one of the problems with facing the Zulus. Give the man a spear, and he's a spearman. Yet if we give a man a musket, he's not a musket-man. It takes time and money to train our soldiers. The Zulus simply give their citizens spears. They can afford heavy losses this way."
"Surely the cost will wear them down, though."
"Not necessarily, and stop calling me Shirly. These men do not think like we do. They fight for different reasons. For them to die in battle is a great honor. They feel that they are being chosen to die for their country. They'll keep coming until theres none of them left."
"I see, sir."
"This conquest is costing us a fortune. I don't know why we even started it. They have nothing that we want. The land is flat and un-noteworthy, making it difficult to defend should we take it. We can't afford to send the bulk of our army there just yet. If we did, I'm sure that things would be different, but why risk it for such a little gain." Caesar thought for a moment. "Lepidus, have the troops alerted to be withdrawn. I'll make peace with the Zulus rather than risk more of our troops."
"Yes, sir. Shall I send in the Iroquois Embassador now?"
"Let him stew for a while. I'm tired of talking about how much they want Keparta and Maize back." Caesar then changed the subject. "Is everything ready for the ceremony tonight?"
"Hadrian's memorial service is all prepared."
"And you sat Captain Octiavianus next to me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well done. that is all, Lepidus."
Caesar had made the right decision with Octavian. He had turned out to be a wise and considerate leader. Tonights memorial service for Hadrian would also be a time to honor the Captain with the Roman Star, the highest award given to a soldier. Only five had ever been handed out. Octavians defense of Keparta would forever be remembered as a great achievement in Rome's military history.
He wished that he didn't have to say goodbye to his friend Hadrian tonight, though. Hadrian was his first assistant. Together the two of them captured their territories on the Unfinished Isle and Caesar always was fond of the man.
This reminded Caesar of another problem. Who was to defend Keparta. Pompeii was watching over the city for now, but he was needed elsewhere. There were no generals to spare. This Octavian was a good leader, but wasn't quite ready for this type of command. He could have Brutus or Cassius hold the city.
This might not be such a good idea, though. Brutus was restless, and might not be suited for a defensive role. Cassius was an administrative General. Nothing more. He would have to leave Brutus there when he returned from Zululand. Octavianus could hold down the city until Brutus arrived.
This will relieve Pompeii of his duties on the Unfinished Isle, allowing him to take on his next task. The invasion of Egypt.
Originally posted by Hygro
To put it in perspective rickyson1, he started over a year ago. He updates very rarely.