Rise of the Scipii

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good story but how long will it be when your done? :dizzy2: . when i played i took the risk with the ships and quickly moved to thapsus and hoped that no chartagian ship would notice :yes:

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No idea how long it will be or how long it'll take me to finish! The good thing is that I normally abandon a campaign before I hit 50 provences because I find the early game more exiting, but by doing this story I will maintain interest until then at least so this will be my 1st completed long campaign in a long time!

As for getting to Africa...well its not normally that difficult, but I'd imagine in real life there would have been some concern over crossing the seas in the face of a superior enemy fleet!

And as the story shows, the Scipii navy still exists...the main characters just dont know it yet!

Chapter 11 – A new governor for Lilybaeum (summer 265bc)

Tertius waited patiently outside the offices of Cornelius Scipio. He had returned to Sicilia only a short time ago, his fleet finding refuge in Syracuse harbor. He had already given his report on the events that immediately followed the blockade of Carthage and now Cornelius and his trusted advisor debated what to do next. Surely they can’t think badly of me following my defeat by a far superior fleet thought Tertius.

Julianus Scipio was making a lightning tour of Lilybaeum port. He was inspecting the transport fleet that was being assembled in preparation for the invasion of Africa. His eldest son Flavius accompanied him, “Will I be joining you in the invasion force father?”
“No Flavius you won’t” before Julianus could finish his sentence his young son interrupted him, “But father! I come of age next month, surely you would trust me to undertake this journey with you?”
“Son it’s not about not trusting you. The province of Sicilia Poeni will be without a governor. Your grandfather has asked for you to assume that mantel when I depart and I agree with his decision” Flavius was pleased that he would be assigned such an important role so young, but he was disappointed that he would not get to prove his manhood to his father, “Thank you for your faith. But I’d like a chance to prove myself as a man” Julianus laughed, “Flavius there are more ways to prove your self than battle. Learning to except and obey orders for example. Even those you don’t agree with or like” Flavius grudgingly accepted what his father was saying, “Well I guess we had best get started with handing over the duties then” Julianus laughed, he was thinking the exact same thing.

“Come in Admiral” Well here we go thought Tertius. He entered the office of Cornelius Scipio. Coming to attention and snapping of a smart salute. Cornelius gestured to a chair and spoke, “Please Admiral take a seat” Tertius did as requested and waited for the head of the Scipii faction to speak. “Well Admiral, it would appear you did well, not only did you successfully complete your mission but you managed to extract a good number of ships from a potential disaster. Well done” Tertius couldn’t help smiling, this he thought was going far better than he’d imagined, “Than you sir” The aged man who was sat to one side now leant forward and spoke, Tertius did not know his name, “Indeed admiral, a worthy feat. I take it you are not aware of our invasion preparations?” Tertius had not heard any news on this, “No sir”
One hour later Tertius was in a wagon returning to his squadron’s berthed in
Syracuse. He had retained his command but was now expected to escort who knows how many slow transport ships across the sea to Africa all the while apposed by the strong Carthaginian navy. Still at least the Fleet was to be strengthened. A large number of Bireme keels had already been laid he just hoped it would be enough. He didn’t fancy his future if he lost the Scipii army.

The Scipii family was gathered in Lilybaeum at the residence of Julianus. They were celebrating the coming of age of Flavius the new governor of Sicilia Poeni. “I’m glad you could make it Uncle Gaius” slurred Flavius (as always at these gatherings the wine flowed freely) “You know me Flavius, any excuse for a party! Besides I though now would be a good time to impart some of my knowledge onto our newest governors” Flavius hiccupped, “Governors uncle?” with the emphasis on the S. Gaius glanced over to his father. Cornelius filled his cup with more wine before speaking, “Yes governors Flavius. With your uncle Quintus joining your father in Africa I’m going to move to Syracuse to govern Sicilia Graecus. Aulus will assume control of Sicilia Romanus”
Flavius raised his cup, “Then to the two new governors of Sicilia” All the men present repeated the toast.

The following day the Scipii men once again gathered. Despite their sore heads they discussed the current situation. “The 2nd Legion will need to be reinforced, as it stands I’d have a hard time defending Sicilia if any serious army lands”
Cornelius agreed, “Yes Aulus you are right” There was a general murmur of agreement in the room. “Any interesting news from Rome?” Gaius decided he’d be best placed to answer this question from his eldest brother, “Well the Brutii have signed an agreement of mutual cooperation with Macedon. This they claim will give valuable allies against the Greek alliance. Though the Greek ships that were harassing the southern coast of Italy appear to have withdrawn, maybe in response to this new threat” Aulus snorted, “I thought they were supposed to be conquering the region for the glory of Rome. Not making peace with its inhabitants!” The others all laughed and it was Julianus the elder who replied, “Well the Brutii don’t appear to be making much progress against the Greek alliance so maybe this is best for Rome. I do fear that if they don’t make some headway soon we will be asked to send a Legion or two in support”
Gaius growled. “Well if it does come to that I’ll make sure the Senate does not expect us to hand over any conquered lands to be administrated by the Brutii. And with the way most Senators speak of them I doubt it’ll be to hard”

A son becomes a man

https://i213.photobucket.com/albums/...ey/Flavius.jpg Flavius – Natural born leader, Drillmaster, Confidant Attacker, Hooting and no Enemies. Command=2, Management=0 and Influence=0.

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Originally Posted by Horseman

No idea how long it will be or how long it'll take me to finish! The good thing is that I normally abandon a campaign before I hit 50 provences because I find the early game more exiting, but by doing this story I will maintain interest until then at least so this will be my 1st completed long campaign in a long time!

As for getting to Africa...well its not normally that difficult, but I'd imagine in real life there would have been some concern over crossing the seas in the face of a superior enemy fleet!

And as the story shows, the Scipii navy still exists...the main characters just dont know it yet!

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i seldom finish campagins because after some growth it just gets boring with multi front wars and with many citys you get too much cash and everyone gets corrupted and it gets hard to maintain your empire :no:

but keep on wrighting and i will be reading :yes:

Chapter 12 – To sea (winter 265bc)

The port of Lilybaeum was alive with activity. A huge armada had been assembled and the ships were almost ready to launch. Yesterday two squadrons of biremes under the command of Admiral Tertius had arrived to further add to the growing confusion. It would be these war ships task to escort the slow and unarmed transports across to Africa and protect them from any Carthaginian attempts to stop them making landfall. No one was under any illusion, if the main Carthaginian navy caught them it would go badly. So they would attempt to slip through quietly and unseen and given the sheer size of the seas there was a very good possibility that this would happen. Once the transports were beached in Africa the Bireme squadrons would immediately attempt to withdraw back to Sicilia for any attempt to remain off the African coast would invite the Carthaginians to wipe them out. So once they landed the army would be cut off from any help for a while. This added further burdens to the fleet as it meant that they also needed sufficient space to transfer a large amount of supplies.

The camp of the 1st legion that was located less than a mile away was in contrast relatively calm, the soldiers there drilled and rested. They were preparing for the difficult task that lay before them. Quintus Scipio was stood in the central tent with his older brother Julianus, Alexander the Greek and Aulus the spy. They were studying maps they had obtained of Africa and the area around Thapsus. “How accurate are these maps?” Julianus as the elder was in command of the expedition, his own legion the 3rd was a day’s march away from joining them but he had ridden on ahead. His question was answered by Alexander, “I managed to obtain them from an old friend in Syracuse, he used to travel to Thapsus a lot in his youth, they should be fairly accurate” Quintus was not as optimistic, “They’re not as detailed as I’d wish for planning a military campaign. I’d feel a lot happier if Aulus here had mapped the area” Both Julianus and Alexander nodded in agreement but it was Aulus who spoke, “Fear not General. I’ll be with your Equite squadrons making sure your path is suitably scouted. I suggest we land here” He pointed to a section of the African coast before continuing, “From there we can follow this rough trail west, that should take us directly to Thapsus” Julianus wasn’t so sure, “How do we know that trail even exists as a visible landmark we can follow? It may just be the route this Greek friend of Alexander’s used in his travels” All eyes turned again to Aulus, he was the expert here, “We don’t. But I find it highly unlikely that it would be marked on a map like this if there was no trail to follow. In any case, I’ll get you to Thapsus” That pretty much ended that discussion. All three men knew trusted that if Aulus said he’d get them there that he wouldn’t fail. Alexander had one more comment to make on the subject, “Well with the land so flat at least we won’t have to worry about an ambush. We’d see an approaching army from miles away!”

Cornelius Scipio was in a restless mood. He had just finished another briefing with his friend Julianus and things were looking ok. The treasury was looking better than last season and projected profits were stable. He had a chest of Denarii ready to transport to Julianus and Quintus to help them hire more mercenaries once they reached Africa. He had this morning chosen to escort the chest personally as he wanted to see his sons before they embarked on what was the most dangerous campaign to date. Before he left he visited the shrine of Neptune to make offerings in return for his son’s safety.

Quintus Caecus cursed the name of Scipio. Sure they were paying him very well but was it worth this? He had just spent the best part of the week in a small barbarian village. He endured their hospitality through gritted teeth, by the gods had these men never heard of washing? Still he had gained useful information. A travelling trader he had met was heading for Rome to try and sell his wares. So Quintus paid him well to deliver his latest report. He had attained maps of the local region as well as a trade pact with both the Dacian’s and the Scythians. These men will have to learn to bathe before any good Roman will do business with them he thought. He had also heard rumours that the barbarian tribes of Germania were engaged in boarder skirmishes with the barbarian tribes of Briton. This was good news for Rome for as long as the barbarians were fighting each other they weren’t looking to spill Roman blood.

Almost the entire Scipii family sat round the table located in the camp north of the port of Lilybaeum. They had come to say their goodbyes to Julianus and Quintus for soon they would depart to Africa. All present knew that to take the war to Carthaginian soil like this was a dangerous move so the mood was sombre but still somehow joyous. Only Gaius was missing, his duties in Rome had prevented him from travelling but he had sent a huge vat of wine for his elder brothers with strict instructions that it was only to be opened once the city of Thapsus was taken.

The following day the chaos reigned. The camp was slowly dismantled whilst troops moved to embark on their designated transports. Over the course of the day Julianus and Quintus both said farewell to their families until at last of the Scipii only their father remained. He was determined to stay with his sons until the last ships had left harbour.

The day wore on until at last late into the night all the troops were embarked. The three Scipii men strode along the dockside before Julianus stopped abruptly, “Well here’s my ship” Cornelius clasped a hand on both his son’s shoulders, “You have both made me very proud. Never once have you failed me and your victories in battle will honour the family name for generations to come” Cornelius took a step back and raised his right arm into a sharp salute, “You honour me with your loyalty now go, win fame and glory in Africa” The two brother returned their fathers salutes and spoke together, “For Rome and FOR THE SCIPII” The three men embraced a moment before Julianus turned to embark on his ship. Quintus gave his brother a wave before he turned to find his own transport (it had been decided fairly early on in the planning that it would be better for the two to travel on separate ships)

Cornelius Scipio stood on the harbour side as the last of the great ships surged towards the open seas. As the 1st rays of light pierced the darkness he couldn’t help but smile to himself. The first day of summer he thought. What better time to take this fight to enemy soil.

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Originally Posted by cassu

i seldom finish campagins because after some growth it just gets boring with multi front wars and with many citys you get too much cash and everyone gets corrupted and it gets hard to maintain your empire :no:

but keep on wrighting and i will be reading :yes:

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Nice to know I have at least 1 guarenteed reader.....just 1 makes it worthwhile for me.

And I knwo what you mean with later on in the campaign. Too much money little real challenge. Still i'm hoping with my restrictions on army content and always having full legions will make the money harder to make. Im already feeling the pinch with 3 Legions and they're no where near full size!

Chapter 13 – Africa (summer 264bc)

Cornelius Scipio had just received some good news form Aulus. A large Carthaginian navy had been spotted north of Sicilia. This was a blessing for if they were there then they were not in a position to threaten the vulnerable Scipii fleet as it sailed towards Africa. Aulus had of course bought the 2nd Legion up to combat readiness in case of an enemy landing on Sicilia. He did however long for some word of his sons.

Julianus Scipio gratefully dismounted his horse. It had taken the best part of a day to unload the 3rd Legion off the ships and get them into some order. The landing site was vulnerable to an attack so he led the 3rd west inland for some time to establish their beachhead. Just over a mile inland they had come across the trail that they had hoped would lead them directly to Thapsus. It wasn’t much, just a well worn track through the land but at least it would help keep them moving in the right direction. A mile down the trail they came across a small town. He decided to make camp here as it was as good a place as any, unsurprisingly the inhabitants offered no resistance. Aulus led the Legions Equites further west to scout out ahead and small detachments also went north and south to ensure their base was secure.

Quintus cursed his brother’s name. Trust Julianus to leave this chaos behind and leave it to him to sort it out. He’d managed to get all the troops off the ships but it had taken some time. He sent the mercenary contingents under the command of Alexander west to link up with the 3rd as being inland they were the more likely to me attacked now. Along with them he sent the main baggage train (this was now manned by the men who had until recently served as ships crew on the transports) The 1st Legion remained behind to break up the transports to ensure they were unusable by the enemy if discovered beached. There was no turning back now as the Scipii Bireme squadrons had sailed east as soon as the last transport beached.

Admiral Tertius was a content man. He’d fulfilled his objective and the invasion force had landed on Africa. He was now well on his way back to Sicilia and a safe port. There was little chance of running into the Carthaginian navy now. His quiet reflection was disturbed by the beating of the drums, general quarters was being sounded. The ship was now preparing for battle, oarsmen took their positions ready if needed for battle maneuvers. “Is it the Carthaginians?” enquired Tertius. The ships captain turned to face his Admiral, “No sir, we can’t identify the pennants. Could be pirates?” Tertius climbed onto sides of the ship to get a better look, “They’re big ships whoever they are and looks like we’re outnumbered too. Send signals to the rest of the fleet, full sails. We’ll outrun them” One hour later it became apparent that not only were they not outrunning them but in fact the enemy were closing the gap. Tertius sighed, “Send the signals, bring in the sails and deploy the oars. PREPARE FOR BATTLE!” By the gods he wished he had more marines on board.

Cornelius had just finished another briefing with Julianus, he hadn’t really been in the mood. There was nothing much going on in Scipii lands, the Carthaginian fleet had moved off and the treasury was looking healthy again. He was pleased to hear that last year the Julii had successfully taken the island of Sardinia and were now encamped in Caralis. That would probably mean the majority of the Carthaginian navy was up around there fighting making the odds on Julianus and Quintus reaching Africa even better. Still he had not yet heard any word.

With the transport ships sufficiently broken up to prevent easy use by the Carthaginians the 1st Legion had caught up with the 3rd and together with the mercenary contingents the army moved west at a measured pace. Alexander the Greek had also managed to find a company of 270 Numidian light horsemen who had been convinced to join the army, for a suitable price of course. They had yet to see any sign of enemy forces and that unnerved them somewhat, surely the Carthaginians kept a sizeable force defending their own lands?

Placida Scipio (the daughter of Quintus) was riding through the Sicilia country side, she loved to ride and had been given her own horse by her grandfather for her birthday last year. She stopped by a small copse of trees to take a rest when it happened. Out of nowhere a group of men appeared, they looked rough and were carrying crude looking clubs. The first man spoke, “that’s her, grab her” Placida heard a twig snap behind her a turned just in time to see one of the crude clubs swing at her face. With a crack the blow struck and she was unconscious.

Julianus and Quintus listened to Aulus give his report. He had infiltrated into Thapsus and had gauged the garrison strength. It was commanded by a man called Bachus. He was an important man in Carthage and had a bodyguard of 210 heavy cavalry. In addition there were 400 Skirmishers and 400 Iberian light swordsmen in the city. That wasn’t too bad at all, certainly no match for the combined strength of two Legions. Aulus was to return to the city whilst he could still get in unnoticed and see what he could do about the gates. Twice before he’d managed to render the enemies fortifications useless and all present had faith that he could make it three for three.

The bad news came the following day. To the south the Roman scouts had encountered Carthaginian Horsemen scouting in force. They had been forced to withdraw but the large clouds of dust they had seen meant only one thing.
Alexander just shrugged at the news, “Well I guess that’s that. I think our little secret is out, still you pay us to fight so no matter” Quintus smiled at his friend, he really did just see it as just another job.

Cornelius was in a rage. Just minutes ago a letter had been delivered to his residence. He was being ordered to pay the sum of 10,000 Denarii to secure the safe release of his beloved grand daughter Placida. “I’ll pay the sum of 20,000 Denarii to any man who brings her back to me unharmed along with the heads of the scum who have here” He screamed at Julianus. Before the hour was up armed men had begun the search for her.

enjoying your story :yes:but could we possibly get screenshots of your progress ?

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enjoying your story :yes:but could we possibly get screenshots of your progress ?

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Yes! I know what you mean, I'm new to this but am getting better with screenshots but mainly in battles. I'll see about posting some from the campaign map as well in future :yes:

WARNING: The next chapter has turned out very long!!!!!!

Chapter 14 – The battle of Thapsus (winter 264bc)

Julianus read the report from Aulus before passing it over to his brother. It wasn’t good. For the past month the Carthaginian army had avoided battle, staying just close enough to threaten but never too close to allow the Romans to force a battle. Still the Romans had made headway towards Thapsus, with the weak garrison there Julianus was sure they could storm the city before this army could intervene, then they’d have a strong base to work from. Yesterday the Carthaginians had broke contact entirely and marched with speed towards Thapsus. Julianus and Quintus had assumed that they would link up with reinforcements before offering battle but instead they had entered Thapsus and fortified the position. Still this move had allowed Aulus to get an accurate count of the enemy, something that the Carthaginian superiority in cavalry had prevented until now. Bachus had left the city heading north. No doubt going to raise reinforcements in Carthage he thought. The enemy army was large but the quality wasn’t there. Their General Bomilkar had an escort of 130 heavy cavalry. They had a strong skirmisher contingent, 800 Carthaginians and 1200 mercenary Libyans. This was backed up by 1800 light town militia spearmen and 1600 light Iberian swordsmen. They had a strong cavalry force composed of just over 800 light Carthaginian cavalry and 540 Numidian mercenaries. Most worryingly the enemy had a contingent of 60 Elephants. None of the Roman officers had ever had to face these beasts in battle before, luckily Alexander the Greek had encountered them before whilst fighting in the east for the Seleucids.

Cornelius was beset with worry, Placida had been missing now for some time and they could find no sign of her or her captors. Last week they had been forced to call off the search when another note had arrived. It had advised that if they continued such an obvious search then she would be killed. Cornelius wished that the spy Aulus was here, this was his area of expertise. One nugget of good news had found its way to him. Julianus and Quintus had arrived safely in Africa and were marching on Thapsus. Still they were far from safe deep in hostile lands.

Julianus and Quintus both sat listening to Alexander explain how to fight Elephants, “In my experience’s Elephants can be used in one of two ways. They can be used as battering rams, just point them at the enemy and let them loose, their sheer bulk and mass will make a mess of most formations. If the enemy does this we’ll be onto a winner” Julianus interrupted, “A winner? How in the name of the gods do we stop them if they come charging at us?” Quintus added his own thoughts, “Right, I mean who’ll want to stand to try and stop them?” Alexander smiled, “That’s the trick, if you try and hold them as you would cavalry you lose. But we wont do that” He had the two brothers full attention now, “Elephants are hard to kill, their skin is tough and most weapons will cause the equivalent of little more than a bee sting” It was Quintus’s turn to interrupt, “enough bee stings really hurt” Alexander smiled once more, “Right. They’re hard to kill so we don’t try. What we do is drive them back. Stampede them towards the enemy and let them get trampled instead” He paused to let this sink in, “We have 400 archers with the army. We get them to tie fabric soaked in oil to their arrows. We then shower the beasts with flaming arrows. Now this alone may be enough to cause them to panic but I doubt it. When they advance we use our Velites and Peltasts to harass them with their Javelins” Julianus shook his head, “We have eight hundred skirmishers all told and the Carthaginians have two thousand, I doubt ours will have much chance to harass the Elephants”
Alexander didn’t let the bother him, “maybe not but that’s ok. We have twenty four hundred good quality and well drilled infantry. They stand at the ready and as soon as the Elephants enter range we’ll see how they like that many Pila thrown at them. We’ll have maybe time for two volleys, if that doesn’t stop them it’ll surely slow them down. Then the men need to spread out and not offer a huge compact target. Use their superior manoeuvrability to get in close and hamstring the brutes”
Quintus whistled, “That’ll take some nerve” Alexander shrugged, “There’s no better way without a good wall of pikes. And I’ve seen your men in action, I think they have the discipline to pull this off” Julianus nodded, “I agree. And in this matter we must defer to your experience. But you said there were two ways to use the Elephants?” Alexander nodded, “Yes. The second is probably the most effective. Instead of trying to use them as a battering ram you can use them more cunningly. Placed on one wing they can put paid to any thoughts of using your cavalry to outflank the main enemy line” Quintus laughed, “Little worry about that my friend, we’re heavily outnumbered by horse so we’ll be the ones trying to prevent their cavalry turning our flanks!” Alexander smiled, “Quite, but then that’s where they can get sneaky. They use the Elephants to help turn our flank, coming in the rear like that whilst the men are fighting to the front would be very bad” Quintus thought back through all his years of fighting and hit upon an idea, “Our skirmishers are heavily outnumbered, we can’t hope to win that fight so we don’t try. If the Elephants are on the wing we use our Velites and Peltasts to cover the rear of the main line. If the Elephants come round they can get in close, throw a few volleys then get in closer and go for the hamstrings with their swords” The other two men saw merit in that suggestion.

Secundus Barbatus was a fifteen year old boy (though he liked to think of himself as a man) He was orphaned at a young age and had lived on the streets most of his life. Using his wits and fast hands he’d lived so far. But he’d also fallen in with the wrong crowd and that is how he had ended up here, lying on the floor in a disused barn bleeding from multiple wounds. Still he’d made a good account of himself, the six men he had fought lay around him dead, slain by his sword. He’d made some mistakes but he felt that this last deed probably evened out all the wrong. He felt his life slipping away, the world went dark and just before he slipped into what he figured would be eternal sleep he heard the young girls voice, “It’ll be ok”

Trumpets blared and orders were shouted. The Roman army had camped close to Thapsus and unexpectedly the Carthaginians had marched to fight. Though the Scipii brothers were outnumbered by some margin their troops were seasoned and well trained. If they could just neutralise the enemy Elephants this should be a forgone conclusion. It hadn’t taken long for the well drilled Roman army to deploy for battle.

The centre was held by the Legions. The 1st was on the left and the 3rd was on the right. The Velites deployed in front to cover their advance but would pull back to guard the rear once the battle begun in earnest, in their support the mercenary Peltasts also deployed in this role. The right flank was anchored with the 400 mercenary Hoplites led by Alexander and the left by the 400 Samnite spearmen. The right flank was further bolstered by the 540 Roman Equites whilst the left was weakly held with only 270 Numidian mercenaries to try and stop the enemy from outflanking the main infantry line. Julianus and Quintus deployed with their bodyguards behind the infantry ready to charge in to support any breakthrough their troops made. The Archers deployed dead centre between them.

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The Carthaginian army was still some way off but much closer was a small body of horsemen. Julianus couldn’t believe his eyes, it was Buchas and his 200 guard out that far in front and. He was tempted to order his army forward to engage but something niggled at him, why would he be so far ahead and unsupported? Fearing a trap of some kind Julianus signalled for the army to hold, he did not want to risk losing formation yet. He’d let the enemy come to him.

Julianus was sure that the body of Carthaginian horse was moving closer, than to his utter surprise they broke into a full gallop towards his line! He signalled for the Velites and Peltast to withdraw to safety, they would be no use here. As he enemy came into range the Roman archers loosed a volley though from here Julianus could not see what effect if any it had. Another arrow volley and the enemy horsemen were close when all of a sudden a thunderous volley of Pila and Javelins was unleashed. The enemy horse slowed, then faltered, then with less than half of their number alive turned and fled. First blood though Quintus, though those men must have been insane!

Julianus realising that the enemy army were not coming square at him ordered his entire line to wheel to face, this they did with perfect precision. The enemy army was still too far to determine their exact dispositions but without a doubt the Elephants were opposing his left flank. Those Numidians really would have their work cut out. Orders were sent to the Archers, use fire arrows now and target only the enemy Elephants until they were panicked. The Velites and Peltasts were sent back out ahead, they wouldn’t be there long once the armies closed but Julianus did not want to let the enemy know that he may have a way to counter his greatest asset.

The enemy advanced.

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And now when he judged the time was right Julianus sent the signal. As one the Roman army began to advance. The sound of over two thousand well drilled Roman feet hitting the ground together sounded like thunder cracking. As soon as they were close enough the Roman archers began unleashing volleys of fire arrows on the enemy elephants, let this work prayed Julianus. The enemy Skirmishers came forward to sow disorder in the advancing Romans, not wanting to waste his own Skirmishers in a futile battle he signalled for them to fall back and take up position behind the main infantry line.

The enemy Skirmishers unleashed a volley of deadly javelins on the advancing Roman line. Scores of brave men fell but still the Romans advanced. On the right Quintus had realised that the bulk of the enemy cavalry had deployed on their right, only two of the three Carthaginian light cavalry was deployed opposite the Roman right flank. Seeing this opportunity to Quintus led his bodyguard across to support the Equites. Julianus saw the move, he hadn’t ordered it but he trusted his brother with his life. Accordingly he adjusted his own position to a more central one. The Carthaginian Skirmishers managed a half hearted volley before they were forced to pull back by the advancing enemy. They hadn’t even broken their stride.

As the Carthaginian infantry readied themselves for the fearsome fight they knew was coming the Roman line came to an abrupt halt. To the men in the Carthaginian ranks this pause seemed to last an age. The Romans unleashed their Pila and huge holes were torn in the Carthaginian ranks and then with a cry, “FOR ROME!” they charged. The Samnites and Hoplites had held back to prevent the army being encircled but the force of almost two and a half thousand Romans hitting their lines caused the Carthaginian line to buckle. Fearsome hand to hand combat ensured with no quarter asked for or given. The Carthaginians were fighting to defend their home. The Romans knew that if they lost here today there was no where to run.

Quintus chose this moment to charge the enemy cavalry on the right flank, they met the Romans head on but were outclassed and outnumbered. The Numidians on the left flank drew of twice their number. Dispersed and skirmishing they were holding their own. Both ends of the main Hastati line were now being enveloped, accordingly the Samnites and the Hoplites moved forward and engaged. To the left the remaining unit of Carthaginian light cavalry charged into the Samnites and more worryingly the fearsome Elephants were coming around the flank. Julianus sent the order and his Velites and Peltasts moved to intercept. The later reached first and unleashed their Javelins. The Elephants did not pause and charged headlong into the hard pressed Samnites. There was nothing else for it the Peltast drew their swords and charged in followed shortly after by the Velites.

Quintus had swept away the enemy cavalry and now rallied his men from the pursuit. He swung them around and together they charged into the Carthaginian Skirmishers who now sheltered behind their Infantry.

Bomilkar saw the fight was now hanging in the balance, he had turned the enemy left flank but had lost his own. He saw the Roman cavalry returning and ordered his Skirmishers to hold their ground whilst he himself led his personal guard into a hammer blow charge on the main Roman line. This he thought would be enough to shatter their resistance. He was wrong.

Julianus suddenly became aware that the volleys of fire arrows had ceased a while ago, as he adjusted his position he suddenly became aware why. One of the enemy Numidian cavalry units had peeled off from the skirmish on the wing and had charged in against his archers. “Damn” He swore under his breath, how could he be so reckless to miss this? He drew his sword, “With me, ride with me” With a skill rarely seen his guard wheeled about and charged to aid their hard pressed comrades.

The outcome of the battle hung in the balance, everywhere ferocious hand to hand combat raged and the death toll was rising. Then as if by the will of the gods step by step the Romans gained the upper hand. The charge of the Carthaginian General at first had halted the Roman advance but now once more step by torturous step they forced their foes backwards. The hard pressed Samnites had proven their worth and held their ground, they fought back with a new vigour as one by one the mighty Elephants toppled, cut to ribbons by the sharp swords of the nimble skirmishers that opposed them. The final nail was hammered home by the charge of Quintus Scipio and the victorious Roman cavalry into the rear of the Carthaginian line. As one the Carthaginians fled as one the Romans pursued their defeated foes.

The death toll had been immense. 160 Roman cavalry, 900 Hastati, 330 Archers, 20 Velites, 40 Numidians, 20 Samnites and 180 Peltasts.

Of the Carthaginians only 640 made the safety of Thapsus out of the 7150 men who had taken to the field. Their relief was short lived as before the day was done the siege lines were erected.

Julianus Scipio stalked the field of battle, although as the General he could have retired he felt a duty to help search for men who may yet be saved for did they not fight and suffer by his command? He saw the broken bodies of men trampled by the huge Elephants, Alexander was right, his men were brave enough to do that which looked impossible. His thoughts were interrupted by the pounding of hoofs and the voice of his younger brother, “I wonder what Elephant meat tastes like?”

its been quiet Horseman, dont tell me that the story has ended :no:

No the story certainly has not finished, finding it difficult to play during the week at the mo let alone write any chapters!

Next installment either tonight or tomorrow morning :beam:

waiting eagerly :yes:

Chapter 15 – A new era dawns (summer 263bc)

Secundus Barbatus opened his eyes as he sat up. He was groggy and his muscles ached with the effort. He was confused, the bed he lay on was comfortable and the room he found himself in was well furnished and clean. He rubbed his forehead as he tried to remember. It slowly came back to him. He was working with a group of men and they had kidnapped a young girl of some importance and were planning to ransom her back for a considerable amount of money. He winced as he remembered one of the men, a brute called Herius had grown bored hiding and had decided to have ‘fun’ with the girl. Secundus would not allow this, the plan had been to return the girl unharmed once the ransom had been paid. He was happy to go along with that plan but could not condone what Herius planned. He remembered the fight and he couldn’t help the smile that now formed on his lips. He had made a good account of himself, killing at least four men and seriously wounding two others. He had no recollection beyond that and had no idea where he was now. The door to the room opened and an elderly woman entered. Secundus with a thousand questions racing through his mind opened his mouth to speak but the woman beat him to it, “Well well, you’re awake. Let’s take a look at you”

It had been only two days since the battle of Thapsus and the men of the 1st and 3rd Legions had not been idle. The city was now utterly surrounded by extensive siege works and no man would enter or leave without first gaining permission of the Romans. Alexander the Greek was drawing lots of stares from the assembled army as he moved through the camp. This was due to his unlikely companion. He arrived at the command tent and entered.
“Is this him?” Quintus looked the Carthaginian over as he spoke. Alexander nodded, “His name is Gelon” Julianus shifted slightly in his seat, “Speak Carthaginian”
“My name is Gelon, I want to help you liberate my city” Alexander was the first to recover from the shock to reply, “Liberate? I hate to break it to you but this is a Roman army. We’re not here to liberate anyone we’re here to conquer” Gelon did not appear concerned with that statement, “I understand, but if I could help you breach the defences maybe you would spare my family?” A silence descended on the room as the assembled men considered what had just been said. In the end it fell to Julianus to pose the question, “We are your sworn enemy, why would you help us?” Gelon paused for a moment as he considered his reply, he did not want to say the wrong thing, “My family was once an important one in Carthage, then the Barca’s assumed control. We were humiliated, forced out of positions of power and importance. In the end we were left with only holdings here in Thapsus. That was until last year when they were stripped from us as well” Julianus glanced at his brother who gave a slight nod and then he spoke, “Very well Gelon, tell us how you can help us breach the cities defences. If all goes well we will spare your family, send them to stay with Aulus and he will keep them safe”

Secundus rapped lightly on the door and waited. After several minutes an elderly voice was heard to say, “Come in” He gingerly opened the door and entered the room. He was greeted by the sight of an elderly man sat up in bed, though he looked frail and weak the décor of the room suggested that this was a man of wealth and importance. With his heart pounding Secundus stepped into the middle of the room and finally remembering who the man led in the bed was he stopped and gave a short bow. A frail voice spoke, “So here is the hero of the hour, Secundus I believe? Please take a seat” Secundus obeyed the command of Cornelius Scipio and pulled up a chair, he did not know what to say. Cornelius perhaps sensing the young mans fears tried to put him at ease, “Come closer, don’t worry this disease is not contagious, I am just an old man” Secundus did as was asked. For an hour the two discussed recent events. Secundus tried to play down his role in Placida’s rescue but there was no convincing the elderly Scipio that the man who had killed six men defending his beloved grand daughter was anything but a hero. Shortly after Secundus had left Julianus the elder appeared, “An interesting young man that one” Cornelius smiled, “Indeed, perhaps we may find a job for him”

Several fires were burning across Thapsus, less than a week after the great battle on the plains the City was now in Scipii hands. Gelon had been good to his word, several hundred Carthaginians had stormed all four gate houses and then held them long enough for the Romans to get into the City. Once inside there was never any doubt on the outcome. Some fifty thousand Carthaginians had already died this day and still the killing went on. The Mercenaries had led the assault and borne the brunt of the heavy fighting against the enemy soldiers. Julianus, Quintus, Alexander and Gelon stood in silence on a small hill overlooking the city. The Scipii heir was the first to speak, “You have kept you end of the bargain Carthaginian and I shall keep mine. Your family are with Aulus and will be safe. I do however fear that the people here will not take as kindly to Roman rule as you have. To help facilitate good relations I will see your family in a position at the head of a local council to help integrate the people to Roman ways. You yourself shall remain as my personal advisor, do you agree?” Gelon understood that he was in reality a hostage of sorts to help ensure his families loyalties but he would not admit to such a thing, “Thank you my lord. I will serve you to the best of my abilities”

Aulus, master spy of the Scipii was happy. He was sheltering in an abandoned building far away from the fighting. With him huddled around thirty Carthaginians who were to be spared. They had bought a vast sum of money, over 4000 Denarii hidden in an old wine barrel. Julianus would surely be happy with him for delivering this.

Secundus was comforting Placida. Only an hour ago her Grandfather Cornelius had been found. He had been strong in life and had lost none of his wits even as the illness had taken more and more of his physical strength. Elsewhere in the Villa Julianus the Elder was comforting Cornelius’s widow. There would be much mourning across Scipii domains.

It had been a month since Julianus had sent word to his Father reporting on the fall of Thapsus and still he had not heard back. He was not overly surprised, with the Carthaginian control of the seas he supposed communication would be difficult. That was something he felt would need to be corrected in time. Still with a good base to operate from they had already secured the local country side and the populace had not so far caused many problems. The council he had set up were doing their jobs and keeping them happy. A Carthaginian army had been spotted to the south, his scouts reported that there were approximately three thousand light spearmen. Nothing much to trouble the Romans but they would need to be dealt with soon enough.

Secundus was tired. He was escorting the old man Julianus to Thapsus. They had bartered passage across hostile waters on a trading ship and had ridden without much rest since disembarking on Africa. He was glad to have an escort of some two hundred heavy cavalry that were sent as reinforcements for the Scipii brothers as he was not sure just how safe this country was to a Roman. Especially one who marched under the Scipii banner.

Quintus was surprised but joyous when he had seen the Roman horse approach the city. It was about time his father sent them reinforcements. He greeted them at the main east gate but he did not recognise the young man who led the company but he did recognise Julianus. One look at his face and Quintus knew something was amiss. An hour later Quintus was knelt in the shrine to Saturn (that had been quickly erected) giving offerings to the gods to keep his father well in the afterlife. To his left his older brother knelt. Quintus could not help feel for his brother. For he would now feel the burden of leading the family and a heavier burden Quintus could not imagine. Now in front of the statue of Saturn Quintus made a silent vow to himself. He would support his brother until death took him. For many hours the two brothers prayed in silence until at last Julianus broke the quiet, “I will need your help brother”
“It is yours until my last breath escapes my lips”

The Scipii Empire

Julianus Scipio was studying the information bought to him by his late father’s loyal friend. He had in front of him a complete run down of the state of the Scipii domains.

Treasury – 4629 Denarii (including the money from the sacking of Thapsus)
Projected seasonal profits – 2833 Denarii

Capua (Capital of Campania) – Population 93,840 adult males
Governor’s palace, militia barracks, wooden palisade, paved roads, communal farming, port, trader, shrine to Vulcan and sewers.
Governor – Gaius Scipio
Garrison – 2400 Town Watch (4 companies) 600 barbarian mercenaries and 270 Numidian mercenaries (Senates reward for conquering Thapsus)

Messena (Capital of Sicilia Romanus) – Population 63,330 adult males
Governor’s Villa, barracks, wooden palisade, roads, port, stables, land clearance, shrine to Vulcan, trader and sewers.
Governor – Aulus Scipio
Garrison – 2nd Scipii Legion and 2400 Town Watch (4 companies)

Syracuse (Capital of Sicilia Graecus) – Population – 54,830 adult males
Governor’s palace, stone walls, militia barracks, port, land clearance, paved roads and market.
Governor – None at present. Previously governed by Cornelius Scipio
Garrison – 2400 Town Watch (4 companies)

Lilybaeum (Capital of Sicilia Poeni) – Population 13,070 adult males
Governor’s villa, palisade, barracks, trader, black smith, port, roads, practice range and shrine to Saturn.
Governor – Flavius Scipio
Garrison – 1800 Town Watch (3 companies)

Thapsus (Capital of Byzacium) – Population 14,970 adult males
Governor’s villa, militia barracks, trader, land clearance, practice range, wooden wall and stables.
Governor – Julianus Scipio
Garrison – 1st and 3rd Scipii legions, 60 Roman Archers, 210 Mercenary Hoplites, 220 Mercenary Samnites, 220 Mercenary Peltasts and 230 Mercenary Numidian cavalry.

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1st Scipii Legion (Legio Sicilia I)
Commander – Quintus Scipio with 160 bodyguards
400 Velites, 1200 Hastati and 270 Equites

2nd Scipii Legion (Legio Sicilia II)
Commander – Aulus Scipio with 120 bodyguards
400 Hastati and 270 Equites

3rd Scipii Legion (Legio Campania I)
Commander – Julianus Scipio with 180 bodyguards
1200 Hastati and 270 Equites

Chapter 16 – A Scipio who is not a Scipio (winter 263bc)

It had been two weeks since news of his fathers death had reached him and still it did not seem quite real. Julianus had thrown his all into the work that lay ahead of him and together with his brother Quintus he had already begun organising the family’s holdings. His uncle Julianus (his father’s closest friend) had left for Sicilia yesterday carrying instructions for the others. Flavius was doing a fine job in Lilybaeum so would remain there for the foreseeable future. His youngest brother Aulus was to go to Capua and replace Gaius as governor of Campania who in turn was to go to Syracuse and take over as Governor of eastern Sicilia. Gaius would also take command of the 2nd Legion. This was the main reason for the swap. Julianus loved his brother Aulus but he was no military commander and with his father no longer in position to take command of the Legion in an emergency both he and Quintus agreed that it was better for Gaius to finally get his wish to serve in the military. Julianus the elder had asked to retire in Messena and this request was granted, though with Messena now falling under the rule of the eastern Sicilian governor who would be resident in Syracuse he had been asked to keep an eye on things.

Quintus was moving through the Legionary camp checking on the state of things. He had taken news of his fathers passing better than Julianus but then he was not burdened with the responsibility that his older brother now bore. With him was a young man Secundus Barbatus. He had arrived with reinforcements and had been promised a commission in the army by Quintus’s father. Julianus the elder had told the whole story of Placida’s capture and eventual rescue and this alone had given Quintus every reason to follow through with his fathers promise but Placida had also sent a letter that made her feeling towards Secundus quite clear.
“I owe you more than I can possibly repay Secundus. My daughter is very precious to me and I don’t know what I would have done if any harm had come to her. So I need to ask this question, do you feel for her as she feels for you?”
Secundus thought carefully over his answer, “I care very deeply for your daughter sir” Quintus stopped walking and turned to face Secundus directly, “Do you love her?” Secundus felt his heart skip a beat at that question for he could almost hear the unspoken accusation, “I haven’t touched her and I wouldn’t. I swear it sir” Quintus smiled softly and replied, “You didn’t answer my question” Secundus took a deep breath, no point in lying now, “Yes” He turned away embarrassed. Well that was it he’d soon be shipped of to some quiet corner of the world, out of sight and hidden. Quintus laid a hand on his shoulder, “I have discussed it with my brother. You will have a commission with the 1st Legion under my direct command. This is not a place for Placida and it is not the time for us to leave Africa even for a short time but once Byzacium is fully pacified the wedding will be arranged and from this point on you are as a son to me and a man of the Scipii” Secundus turned back to face the man who was now as a father to him. He’d never known his own father, he’d never had a family and now here he was being invited to join one of the most influential families. He knew not what to feel or say.

Aulus Scipio was in Syracuse. Shortly after his fathers death some of the citizens here had thought that now would be a good time to strike and win back the cities independence from Rome. They were wrong. Aulus had bought the 2nd Legion south and restored order quickly but he really did not like this place. Way to much Greek influence in the architecture. He was therefore pleased to receive his orders form his brother Julianus. He was to go to Capua and represent his family in Italy, this was truly a great honour and one thing could be said about that city. The architecture was Roman. It would be some time before he made the trip as he would need to wait for Gaius to arrive here as he did not want to leave the 2nd without a commander.

Julianus, Quintus, Secundus and Alexander all sat listening to the report for Aulus the spy. “Our scouts have located two Carthaginian armies operating in or near Byzacium. To the west is a force of 1200 Skirmishers, 400 Iberian light swordsmen and 1200 light Militia Spearmen. Supporting them to the south the force numbers 3000 more Militia Spearmen. Quite a number of men I’m afraid”
Alexander was next to speak, “Bah! Militia, light Swordsmen and Skirmishers? Hardly a match for us” Quintus agreed, “If I take the 1st out to crush these fools you can keep the 3rd here to maintain order” Julianus nodded, “Agreed. Have we spotted anything to the north Aulus?”
“Not that our scouts have seen my lord, but I would be surprised if reinforcements were not sent from Carthage” Secundus who had remained silent until now finally found his voice, “We need to make sure our northern boarders are watched otherwise we could get surprised by a superior force” Quintus was pleased the man his daughter had asked to marry was no fool, “Good point, I suggest Secundus moves north with a small body of men and establishes a series of watch towers to warn of any approaching army from Carthage. He can then link back up with the 1st in the field”
All present agreed and early next morning Secundus was riding north with a body of heavy cavalry and the 1st was marching west with the new Scipii heir Quintus Scipio.

Gaius was enjoying this Senate meeting immensely. Last week he had led his 150 guard and the 600 barbarian mercenaries against a force of bandits who were blocking the road from Capua to Tarentum. The bandits mustered less than 600 men to fight but there was no real battle. The bandits were wiped out to a man for the loss of less than a dozen dirty barbarians. Best of all was that officially the bandits were operating in Brutii territory so they should have dealt with it but the force they had sent was roundly thrashed and sent running home. This information had somehow become public (Gaius had no idea how….) and now the Senators were taking every opportunity to make sly remarks about Brutii courage. It truly was a great day to be a Scipio.

Secundus was in trouble. He had ridden north as ordered. Out of virtually no where he had found not one but two Carthaginian armies. The closest was led by Bisaltes, a man of the Barca family. As well as his own guard he also had an unknown number of Libyan spearmen as well as a number of troops Secundus and his force could not get close enough to identify. Slightly to the north east was a similar force made up of at least 600 Militia Spearmen plus some more troops that could not be identified. All in all there was thought to be no more than seven companies of Carthaginians including their commander. Still they outnumbered the Romans under Secundus substantially, he resolved to avoid battle at all cost until the full force of the 1st could be assembled against them

A man becomes a son

https://i213.photobucket.com/albums/...usBarbatus.jpg Secundus Barbatus – Good Commander, Drill Master and Been in the Wars. Command=2, Management=0 and Influence=0.

Chapter 17 – A return to the waves (summer 262bc)

Julianus greeted the messenger for Sicilia warmly, it was one of the last people he expected to see, “Lucius! Good to see you boy” The boy, no the young man smiled broadly, “I have missed you father” The two embraced fiercely. Julianus composed himself once more before he spoke again, “I’m sorry I missed you coming of age ceremony, I’m afraid events here keep me long over due from returning home” Lucius shock his head, “its ok father I understand. I thought that maybe you could do with another strong sword arm at your side so I volunteered to bring the reports” Julianus embraced his son again, “Well lets eat before we talk business” Flavius was not going to argue.

Aulus the master spy rode into the Roman camp at a gallop. He did not pause until he reached the commanders tent. Within Quintus Scipio, Secundus Barbatus and Alexander the Greek waited for his report.
“I hope this Aulus does his job well” Both Quintus and Alexander laughed at their young companion’s question. He’ll learn thought Quintus, oh yes he’ll learn. Before Secundus could ask what was so funny Aulus entered. He straitened up a little before snapping off a sloppy salute, “General” Quintus smiled, all the time he’d spent with the army had started rubbing of but Aulus was no soldier, “Greetings Aulus, what news?” Aulus relaxed and adopted his usual stance, slouching and his head cocked slightly to one side, “Well it appears your second here was correct. Large numbers of Carthaginians have come south looking to link up with their forces already here no doubt” Aulus moved across to the table where a map or the area was laid out, he pointed to a position to the west of their current position. The Carthaginians have consolidated what forces they have in the area here. 1200 Skirmishers, 400 Iberian Swordsmen and 4200 Militia Spearmen, quite a force” Alexander shook his head, “They have numbers but we have the quality. Lets whip these guys and go home” Quintus glanced at Secundus who shook his head before he spoke, “There’s more. To the north we saw heavy cavalry and Libyan Spearmen” All eyes again turned to Aulus who pointed to another part of the map. North of their position and to the NW of Thapsus, “Quite right, here we have an army led by Bisaltes. He has 130 Heavy cavalry, 400 Skirmishers, 400 Libyan Spearmen, 600 Militia and 800 Balearic Slingers” Alexander sighed, “Damn them, we risk attacking one of these armies and the other falls on our flank” Quintus wasn’t worried, “Aulus I want you to return to Thapsus”

Gaius Scipio was going to be a busy man. He was due to leave for Syracuse soon to assume the governorship, he was also due to assume command of the 2nd Legion and to top it off he had recently been elected to the position of Aedile. It was a good job he trusted his younger brother Aulus because soon he would be the voice of the family in Rome and would need to represent not just him in the Senate chambers but his brother Quintus. Gaius still could not believe how he had been elected, he hadn’t been to Rome for years!

Julianus had talked for hours with his son and now listened to the reports from Sicilia and Rome. There was some good news. A squadron of Biremes had been completed in Capua and a squadron in Syracuse. The Senate had ordered another blockade of Carthage so this squadron had already been dispatched by Aulus. Julianus smiled at that, his brother may be sickly and unsuited for field command of a Legion but he was no fool either. There was news of Crispina as well, she had recently given birth to a healthy boy that she had named Placus. Julianus smiled at this too, she had only been in Africa for one night. Apparently that was enough for Quintus. And last but not least the recent Senatorial elections had finished. Julianus was not surprised to see Gaius move up to Aedile but he was to see Quintus elected as the new Quaestor.
“He hasn’t been in Rome for years. How by the gods did he get elected?” Lucius shrugged, “Well I don’t understand the politics as well as you but Uncle Gaius told me it was Tiberius Brutus who nominated him and then campaigned heavily to see this ‘brave Roman’ elected” Well that was odd, the Scipii and the Brutii had never to put it mildly got on. “Why would Tiberius want to see another Scipio elected?” Julianus did not really expect an answer from his son so was surprised when he got one, “Uncle Gaius thinks that he was worried that someone who was unfriendly was front runner to win. He guesses’s that since uncle Quintus is not in Rome and not likely to be for some time Tiberius thinks an absent Quaestor is better than an unfriendly one” Julianus understood but the conversation was interrupted by Aulus, exhausted after riding hard with a message from Quintus.

The plan was simple (as the best plans often are) Quintus with the 1st Legion was to keep the attention of the largest Carthaginian army focused squarely on him whilst Julianus and the 3rd Legion takes out their reinforcements. They had marched only three days before the intercepted the enemy closing towards Thapsus, the cry went out and the Roman army deployed for battle.

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Julianus had chosen a standard formation. Hastati in the centre with the Archers deployed behind them for support. He deployed his 270 Equites to cover the left flank and let Lucius with his 130 heavy cavalry cover the right.

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The enemy fell back slightly taking shelter on a hill. They deployed their two spear armed units to hold the centre with the Skirmishers and Slingers in a second line. Bisaltes deployed behind.

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With little room to try manoeuvre to remove the enemies height advantage Julianus chose to trust in his superior men. They advanced towards the enemy. The strategy? A good old fashioned frontal assault with the infantry. The Cavalry would sweep around the flanks and destroy the skirmish line.
As Romans drew closer to the enemy they came under deadly accurate fire from the Balearic slingers. Romans were dying. Julianus gave the order and with a blast from a horn the signal was given. With only sixty archers returning fire the Romans were vulnerable. On hearing the signal the Hastati broke into a run and on the flanks both units of Roman cavalry galloped ahead. The Carthaginian Javelin skirmishers managed one volley the Hastati responded with one of their own before charging home. Julianus led his bodyguard to the left. He was following in the wake of the Equites who were now heavily engaged with the enemy Slingers. Julianus charged in support. From the right Lucius had scattered the Skirmishers who opposed him, directly ahead he spied an opportunity to end this. Risking a pause only to glance at the main infantry line he led his guard in a charge against Bisaltes.

In his bloodlust induced state Lucius hacked deeply into the enemy horsemen. As he slashed out to the left and to the right he realised that his momentum had carried him clear of his lines and he was now surrounded by enemy horsemen. He allowed a scream of rage to escape his lips as he set upon his foes, many of them seemed reluctant to close within sword reach. Then it was over, the enemy turned and fled Lucius gave chase along with the remainder of the Roman army.

Julianus had the final count of loses. He had lost a score of men from his bodyguard so had Lucius. The Legions infantry had got off lightly only losing 80 Hastati but 220 Equites had been lost. He would send for more reinforcements as soon as he got back to Thapsus but for now he turned to Aulus, “Go tell my brother that his flank is clear”

A son becomes a man

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Sorry for the massive pause in writing, will be getting back to at least weekely installments in the next few days though will be aiming for a new installment every other day when I can manage it

Hope I haven't lost too many readers with my tardiness :shame:

hopefully so because your story is standing still with nothing now for a long time now :no:

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Sorry for the massive pause in writing, will be getting back to at least weekely installments in the next few days though will be aiming for a new installment every other day when I can manage it

Hope I haven't lost too many readers with my tardiness :shame:

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Yes sorry about that, health issues once more laid me low though hopefully all sorted now.

Will be back on track as soon as my head is clear enough to write (I find it hard when my heads all fuzzy!) Was under anesthetic las week and boy does that make your head drowsy for a while :dizzy2:

Hope you are recovered, and in good health.

The story is great - keep it up! :book:

id just like to say this is my favourite AAR i ever seen. PLZ PLZ dont stop writing.

Thanks for the support guys. All good health wise and I'm back in the swing of things now so.....

Chapter 18 – News from the wilderness (winter 262bc)

Gaius looked out across the city of Syracuse. He had arrived a week ago and it all seemed so unfamiliar. This was his new home and he was doing what he could to make it more comfortable for him and more importantly to his wife.
“Gaius this just will not do,” that was Marcus Agrippa, loyal friend of the Scipii and one of the best drill masters in the entire world. Gaius turned and greeted his aggrieved friend with a smile, “What is it now Marcus?” there was a hint of impatience in his voice.
“It’s the Legion. We have less than 700 men enrolled.”
Gaius was shocked as reports from his brother Aulus had led him to believe that the Legion was at full strength, “Hmm not quite the battle ready Legion we were led to believe was waiting for us.” This was an understatement and Marcus was very clear in who to blame, “You’re lying brother Aulus has left us vulnerable, just make sure you report this to Julianus.” Gaius was not so sure he wanted to land his little brother in trouble but he knew that he’d have to have a word to let Aulus know that he had been caught out and that he’d expect never to have to lie to the others on his behalf again. Placating Marcus would be easy though, “Well I want the Legion bought up to strength as soon as possible. Start drafting men if we don’t get enough signing on. Plus I have requests here from Julianus for reinforcements in Africa. It appears they’re fighting heavily over there. You’re going to be a busy man Marcus, I want these men drilled by the best.”
This thought did indeed give the Drill Master reason to be glad. Getting men ready for war was one of his favourite past times.

Secundus Barbatus had accompanied the 1st Legions scouting force south. The large Carthaginian army that was to the west had pulled back several days before the spy Aulus had arrived to inform them that Julianus and the 3rd had defeated Bisaltes and his army. The damned Carthaginians obviously knew the land well and had slipped away leaving little clue as to their direction. Still they had not counted on the skills of Aulus and such a large force could not move without leaving some trace. It had taken them a while but they had at last determined that the Carthaginians had marched in a south easterly direction, no doubt heading for Lepcis Magna. And at last today they had found them. Secundus turned to Aulus, “Maintain contact and don’t let them slip away again. I’ll head back to camp and tell the General where they are.” Aulus simply nodded before riding off.

Admiral Tertius, commander of the 2nd Scipii fleet was troubled. He had only one squadron of Biremes under his command. With this paltry force he was expected to blockade one of the largest harbours in the known world. And he dreaded to think what would happen if they ran into the Carthaginian navy enroute. Still he had his orders and he was not a man to disobey them. Tonight they would berth in Lilybaeum harbour and take on supplies. Two days from then they would sail for Carthage. What he wouldn’t give to swap places with the 1st fleet. They had the easier task of escorting some troop ships to Africa.

Julianus Scipio was amazed to receive news from Quintus Caecus, the Diplomat whom his father had employed to gather information from deep in barbarian territories. He had included more well drawn maps of the northern lands. It would appear that the barbarian tribes of this land had banded together under the leadership of one particularly charismatic chief and now allowed no foe to cross their boarders. Julianus was pleased to note that Quintus had secured trade rights for the Scipii but worryingly they had also entered into an alliance with the Gallic federation, this could lead to war between Rome and the German peoples. Flavius was puzzled by some of what he read, “Why would we want to trade with these people Father? What could they have that we would possible want?” Julianus smiled. His son was only young and had a lot to learn, “Well first of all it’s not just what we want from them but also what we can sell to them.” Julianus allowed this to sink in for a second before he continued, “And let’s not forget that some of the warmest furs come from that area. We will do well financially to have friendly relations with these people.” Flavius understood these points but has one more question, “But they are so far away. It is unlikely that any of our merchants will want to travel that far. So what good does it do us now?”
Julianus smiled, “Far from our lands they may be. But for how long?” Flavius understood.

Aulus Scipio was packing eagerly. He was fresh from a long discussion with his elder brother Gaius. Aulus had given an excuse for the diminished strength of the Legion but he knew that Gaius did not really believe him. Still Gaius had not said it out loud so it was ok. He would leave soon and visit his uncle Julianus in Messena before leaving Sicilia for Campania. He was a little nervous about this as he was now to be the voice of the family in Rome. And worse still he was to be the voice of his brothers in the Senate halls. He never did like public speaking much.

Quintus Scipio was in a good mood. Months of hanging around trying to locate the enemy had tested his patience to the limits. But today Secundus had returned with their location. Aulus and the Legions Equites were now shadowing them and at first light tomorrow the mighty 1st would be on the move. The one good thing about all this waiting around was that it had allowed reinforcements to arrive bringing their Velite numbers to full strength.

Chapter 19 – Byzacium secured (summer 261bc)

Admiral Tertius, commander of the 2nd Scipii fleet was nervous. He had beyond all his own expectations managed to navigate his small fleet through hostile waters without encountering the enemy. The Biremes were now spread thinly covering the mouth of Carthage harbour ensuring that no ships could enter or leave without a fight. This was all well and good as long as the ships trying to do this were only unarmed merchants. If the Carthaginian navy turned up the small Roman force would be swept away. Tertius offered a short prayer to Neptune, he didn’t have to hold this blockade for long.

Elsewhere in the City of Thapsus Julianus Scipio was pacing the room restlessly. Several weeks ago he had received word from his Brother Quintus. The Carthaginian army that had been operating in Byzacium had finally been pinned down and Quintus fully expected to bring them to battle shortly. The enemy numbered some six thousand fighting men whilst the Romans in the field numbered less than four thousand. Julianus had thought to lead the 3rd Legion out to reinforce his brother until his scouts informed him that some Carthaginian troops had been seen crossing the boarder from the north. He was relieved to discover that they were only four hundred strong. Still the possibility that a larger army could be close behind prompted him to keep the 3rd billeted in Thapsus. Although the appointment of the local council led by the Carthaginian turncoat Gelon had helped ease the transition in rule within the city Julianus did not feel totally confidant that the people would not revolt if they thought relief from Carthage was approaching and he wanted the 3rd here just in case. Lucius had been sent with the 3rd Legions Equites and a force of four hundred Velites to intercept the threat from the north. So now Julianus waited for news from his son and his brother. Until he had heard from both he knew he’d get little sleep.

Secundus Barbatus settled into his tent. He knew he’d get little sleep as the prospect of battle filled him with dread and excitement in equal measures. He only wished he could feel as confidant as Quintus and Alexander. They were outnumbered almost two to one and even though Secundus knew the Romans were made of much sterner stuff than the Carthaginians he couldn’t help thinking the disparity in numbers would be too much.

Alexander the Greek filled his cup with more wine and was not surprised to hear the voice of his commander and good friend, “Not too much Wine Alexander. Remember we give battle tomorrow and I want you fresh for it.”
Alexander chuckled, “Come now Quintus. I could thrash those curs even if I had drunk so much that I couldn’t even stand!”
Quintus shock his head, “Maybe so but you want to enjoy yourself tomorrow don’t you? You won’t do that with a sore head!” Both men fell about laughing.

As the sun began its ascent the men of the 1st Legion were preparing themselves. Led by their General Quintus Scipio they marched out of their camp and began forming themselves into battle array. Every man in the camp knew they were outnumbered by some thousands but every man knew he was worth five of the enemy. The 1st numbered 1200 Velites, 1200 Hastati and 270 Equites. Supporting them were 490 Greek Mercenaries of which a little over half were Hoplites the remainder Peltasts, 220 Samnite Mercenaries and 230 Numidian Mercenaries. They also had Quintus’ 210 Guard cavalry and Secundus’ 130. Alexander as always would take position with the Hoplites.

Facing them was Bisaltes commanding 110 Guard Cavalry, 1200 Javelin Skirmishers, 400 Iberian Light Swordsmen, 4200 Light Spearmen, 90 Libyan Spearmen and 400 Libyan Skirmishers.

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The Romans deployed in their tried and tested formation. The Hastati holding the centre were screened by the Velites in front. The right flank was covered by the Greek Mercenaries and the Equites and the left by the Samnites and Numidians. Quintus deployed behind the main infantry line ready to react to any problems. Alexander as usual led the Greek Hoplites from the front and Secundus was tasked with commanding the left. As the last man fell into line the enemy army was spotted cresting the hill, the battle was on.

The trumpets blared and as one the Roman army began its advance. Once more a sound like thunder echoed across a battlefield as thousands of well drilled Roman feet marched in step, Quintus smiled to him self, surely a sound to drive fear into the enemy’s hearts. The two mighty armies drew closer to each other.

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Quintus gave the signal and the trumpets bellowed out the command. The Velites broke into a run to begin their harassment of the enemy army whilst the main line halted, waiting for the signal to attack.

Bisaltes watched the advancing Roman army with a mixture of awe and hatred. The enemy sent Skirmishers to harass his lines. He knew that his lightly armoured troops would suffer from intense Javelin fire and he was not all together confidant that his own skirmishers could drive back the hated Romans but still they went forward to try. The two lines exchanged a volley, it was hard to tell but Bisaltes was sure the Romans got the worse of it. He saw the rightmost unit of Velites fall back slightly. We’re they wavering? In an instant he made a choice, seconds later his bodyguard were charging forward. If he could break the Roman Velites with his own Skirmishers intact he’d have a huge advantage.

Bisaltes was goading his horse on, faster he wanted to ride these damn Romans down and kill them all. The flat of his sword was slapping at his horse’s rear, he wanted her to move faster. Then too late did he realise his mistake.

Secundus watched from a distance as the Velites skirmished with their opposite number. He watched as the enemy cavalry swept down the slope and he watched as the Velites fell back towards his position. He knew the enemy had too few cavalry to waste in this matter and he knew who was leading the charge. Damn fool he thought to himself. Few armies could withstand the loss of their General before the main fight had even begun. He watched as the Velites neared and he watched as the enemy General, encouraged by the fleeing enemy continued giving chase. As Bisaltes realised his mistake and begun to reign in his horse Secundus decided the time for watching was over.

Vettias cheered as his General led the charge that scattered the enemy skirmishes. His elation turned to dismay as he saw Bisaltes stray too close to the main Roman lines, his dismay turned to terror as he saw his General charged by over 500 Roman horse. With me he shouted as he begun running forward hoping to get there in time. The 400 Iberian swordsmen he commanded followed at a run.

Quintus struck out with all his strength and was rewarded as another Carthaginian fell from his saddle. Bisaltes already lay dead his body crushed by the press of horsemen but his bodyguard did not retreat. Quintus swivelled in his saddle and saw the Iberian swordsmen bearing down on him. They were too close and his men were scattered, but still he attempted to organise them ready for a charge but he need more time. As if the gods themselves had heard his thoughts he saw as Secundus led his cavalry into a charge against this fresh foe. Quintus smiled, the minutes bought had been enough and with a shout he led his guard in the charge.

Vettias realised too late that he had made the same error as his General. He was too far away from the main line and even as he prepared to lead his main back he saw the Roman horse bearing down on him. He let out a primeval scream as he prepared to sell his life. At least he’d die as a warrior.

Quintus had barely caught his breath, but now he knew was the time. With another blast on the horns the main Roman infantry line began their advance. Pausing only to give the enemy a volley of Pila they charged. The Carthaginians line was longer so the Velites had reformed on the wings to put and end to any thoughts the enemy had to outflanking them. Quintus, Secundus and the Numidians circled round the Carthaginian right flank the Equites circled round their left. The Carthaginian lines broke formation and the battle degenerated into a series of smaller engagements.

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Quintus led his men in support of a group of Hastati, the weight of the charge carried Quintus deep into the enemies lines. He lashed out left and right felling a Carthaginian with each blow but they swarmed around him. One spear point came in low and pierced his steeds flank, the shock made the noble creature rear in pain and Quintus was unable to hold on. He quickly found his feet and stabbed out catching a foe in the throat with the tip of his sword. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a spear tip aimed for his head he lurched back and saw the sharp point stab in front of his eyes, now off balance he was easy prey and he saw another spear point stabbing at him, he stared strait at it determined to face death with no fear. But death did not come, an old Centurion called Nero had seen Quintus’s plight and with a feet of strength rarely seen he had forced his way to his Generals side. Back to back the two now fought surrounded within the enemy formation.
The death of their General had shattered the Carthaginians believe and now assailed from all sides their morale broke. The battle was over and the massacre began.

Julianus Scipio was relieved. His son had returned this morning reporting that the enemy force had been wiped out to a man and now he read letter Quintus had sent him. The enemy had been annihilated. Roman loses were 10 Heavy Cavalry, 30 Velites, 20 Hastati and 20 Equites. A further 20 Samnites, 10 Greek Peltasts and 10 Numidians had also fallen. Remarkably light casualties indeed. Quintus surely was one of the greatest generals in the known world and beyond.

Admiral Tertius saw the enemy’s sails over the horizon well this is it he thought. With little time to get his ships sails hoisted ready to flee it was time to fight.

good to see your writing horsemen. hopefully it wont be as long during post this time. im really enjoying this story

Thanks for the kind words.

I'm hoping it wont be so long inbetween chapters too otherwise I'll still be writing this when I retire and I have plans for my next AAR too!!!!! (As I'm enjoying this one so much)

Hard to believe that all the words I've written only cover 19 turns so far.....lets hope it doesn't turn into a marathon game that keeps going until the end date!

Chapter 20 – Vulcans wrath (winter 261bc)

All over Roman domains men and women crowded around the shrines of Vulcan. They offered lambs as sacrifice to appease the mighty god for those who had witnessed his wrath were now more afraid than they had ever been. It had been days since the mighty mountain of Etna had erupted flinging fire and brimstone for miles in every direction, the huge boom and tremors that came with it had been heard and felt from the distance shores of Britania to the scorched deserts of Parthia. And still thick plumes of smoke as black as the night poured forth into the sky, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over the land. Thousands had dies and thousands more had been left homeless, the damage had been beyond anything any living man had witnessed. By the merest of fortunes the city of Messena had been spared, surely Vulcan himself had heard the pleas of mercy.

Metella Scipio had been holidaying in the countryside at the time and had not been heard from. Julianus had been a loyal servant and friend to the Scipii for most of his life and his heart was now heavy with grief. It would fall to him to deliver the news the lady’s sons.

Admiral Galerus was busy. He had until recently commanded one squadron of biremes, the Scipii 1st Fleet (If one squadron did indeed make a fleet) His ships were moored in the port of Lilybaeum along with the troop ships he was to escort to Africa filled with reinforcements. Two days ago the battered remnants of the Scipii 2nd Fleet had made it to port. They had been tasked with blockading Carthage and had run foul of the superior Carthaginian navy. Admiral Tertius had been lost with his ship but some how the remaining vessels had found their way home. Galerus ordered the squadron to refit and decided that he would wait. Once they were ready he would take the now enlarged 1st fleet to sea in an attempt to get the reinforcements across the seas.

Julianus Scipio was overwhelmed. His grief at the loss of so many good Romans on Sicilia was matched only by the grief he felt for the loss of his mother. He offered a silent prayer to the gods knowing that now she was once more united with his father and that they were watching. He would make them proud of their sons. News from Rome was plenty. As reward for stifling Carthaginian trade the Senate had paid for a squadron of Biremes and these were now anchored in Capua port. They sent word that far to the east the mighty Seleucid Empire was now at war with Pontus. Closer to home The Kingdom of Macedon was attempting to quell the barbarian Dacians that plagued their northern borders. Most importantly of all the Senate had asked him to secure the province of Tripio. Julianus had hoped to march on Carthage soon but he knew he’d need to send a Legion to complete this task and he did not yet feel secure enough in Africa to leave Thapsus without adequate garrison. He dispatched orders to Quintus, the 1st would once more march to conquer.

Gaius Scipio was exhausted. The recent eruption of Etna had stirred some unrest across Sicilia and he had been busy leading the 2nd Legion in a show of force across the Island to forestall riots and quelling them when that failed. They were spread thin now and he was glad to see more trained men joining their ranks. Marcus Agrippa had been busy.

Aulus Scipio was relieved to finally be leaving Messena. The recent eruption had made him realise that perhaps this was not as safe a place to be as Italy. The city herself was now overcrowded with many plebs from the country finding shelter within her walls. He did find that slightly amusing, as if the wooden walls would stop a volcanoes fire!

The master spy Aulus crept out of his hiding spot. The Carthaginian patrol had passed and he remained unseen. He was sure this was getting harder but he would not turn back, he knew behind him marched the mighty 1st under General Quintus Scipio. Their target, the city of Lepcis Magna. Not a rich prize but a prize none the less.

Julianus was relieved when his wife arrived in Thapsus. With Lucius currently to the north supervising the construction of a series of watch towers his home had felt empty, he was glad to have Antistia by his side once more. Crispina (the wife of Quintus) had travelled with her and once more his home was filled with the sound of a child’s play.

plz keep writing because there is a definite lack of rtw AAR's and i dont want this one to stop

Dont worry I wont stop untill its finished!

Serious lack of free time at the mo. And believe it or not it takes well over an hour per chapter not including the playing time!!!!!!

Should get some time tomorrow if not later on tonight to finish the next installment

Chapter 21 – The garrison of Lepcis Magna (summer 260bc)

Lucius Scipio was bored. He had been sent to the northern boarders of Byzagium by his father. He was tasked with supervising the construction of watch towers to watch for approaching Carthaginian armies. It was he knew a vital task but none the less it was not exactly exiting.

Aulus Scipio in contrast was enjoying himself. He had recently arrived in Capua and had busied himself getting the family villa in order. He was due to travel to Rome in a few days to represent his family within the Senate. Although he held no office save as governor of Campania he wielded some power for he was also tasked with speaking as proxy for his brothers Gaius and Quintus both of whom held high office, he was looking forward to this task even more.

The spy Aulus had managed to infiltrate into the city of Lepcis Magna some days ago. He had been busy talking to strangers in back alleys and creeping around the garrison barracks. Earlier today the city had gone onto full alert and his job was made all that harder as civilians stayed inside whilst soldiers rushed to and fro preparing the cities defences. Aulus smiled to himself, they were no doubt concerned about the approaching 1st Legion. Still it would make it hard to get the information he had gathered out to General Quintus. Aulus smiled to himself again, he loved a challenge.

Lucius’ boredom had been temporarily relieved. He had spotted a small Carthaginian force moving south across the boarder. It numbered less than a thousand men made up of Libyan spearmen, round shield light cavalry and Numidian mercenaries but outnumbered his small force considerably, he decided to shadow them at a safe distance and sent a rider to Thapsus. He would need help.

Quintus Scipio studied the report from Aulus. The garrison at Lepcis Magna numbered some 160 light round shield cavalry, 4200 light militia spearmen and 600 peasants who had armed themselves for war. He sent orders to his centurions, the enemy garrison was weak and the city ripe for plunder, march onwards.

Julianus Scipio had received word from Quintus. The 1st neared Lepcis Magna and the city would be under siege before the year ended. Quintus was confidant of victory and Julianus was confidant in his younger brother’s abilities. Slightly more worrying was the arrival of a small Carthaginian force to the north. The numbers did not concern him but what if this was just the vanguard of a much larger force?

Lucius was relieved. Yesterday the enemy had spotted his small force shadowing them and turned in pursuit. Riding hard he had managed to keep them at distance for some hours until night fell but he knew it was only a matter of time before the enemies light cavalry caught him. The arrival of 400 Hastati 400 Velites and 270 Equites from the 3rd Legion had bolstered his courage and once more he turned to shadow the Carthaginians.

Sounds cool!
I cant wait to hear more...:book: