Historical Note: Chelmsford waited until the 23rd before splitting his forces and taking the majority north to where he believed the Zulu would be, leaving the remainder of the army under the command of Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel Henry Pulliene. Unfortunately for him, the Zulu army was not where he thought it was and the camp was assaulted and utterly wiped out apart from a few who escaped to Rorke's Drift.
22nd January, 1879
The rain had cleared and the first of the reconnaissance parties, mainly of the Native Natal Contingent, were arriving back from the east; the northern patrols would take another day. Chelmsford hurried to meet the largest group. Two companies of the Native Natal Contingent, led by a Captain Barry, had been the cause of gunshots that were heard in the distance yesterday. Chelmsford needed information.
The two companies were stifly in salute but Chelmsford muttered for them to be at ease. All the soldiers collapsed to the ground gratefully. Their faces were smeared by powder stains and more than a few were sporting dirty, blood covered bandages. Captain Barry stood to attention and the superior offered back a lazy salute in return. "Tell me, what do you have to report?"
"Yesterday, we travelled onto Conicle Hill, sir, and from there we saw a group of about fifty natives running away from us northwards. Naturally we pursued them and I had the best shots in the party try to get as many as possible. They were too fast for us though and I called off pursuit as night was approaching. We had barely set up camp when the bastards jumped us. We had to fall back, I'm sorry, sir."
"How many of them were there?" Chelmsford asked.
"I don't know," said the captain, slightly ashamed, "but there were definately more than my two companies, sir." Chelmsford studied Barry's face carefully. His hair was matted to his forhead with sweat and what Celmsford assumed was blood.
He nodded towards the soldiers, lazing about in the veldt. "How about them, did they perform well?"
"To be frank, sir, they were good when attacking the zulu but they ran at first blood once on the defensive." Chelmsford nodded; it could only be expected.
Chelmsford shook the captain's hand and left him to deal with his men. He was deep in thought. He knew he must know the size of the enemies forces and if they were divided like the Xhosa were (another tribe that Britain defeated at the Cape Frontier) or, against all of Chelmsford's previous thoughts, they were concentrated and ready to attack.
Chelmsford also considered the defenses to the camp that he must organise. Unfortunately, in their haste to advance into Zululand, sets of of the entrenchment tools had been left behind or were enroute, and those tools they did have were worn from the need to improve the roads as they marched.
After a few hours of consideration, he gathered his officers:
1. You need to decide what you consider the enemy force to be and so future tactics can be made accordingly.
a. A large, but divided, force similar to other native armies in africa. This train of thought would be most agreeable to your officers.
b. A large, but concentrated force. A rare occurance in south africa and believing this would be against most of the views of the staff.
2. Your defenses need to be prepared.
a. Be content with the wagon lagaar that your camp is organised as, and do nothing. Eventually you will have to advance on Ulundi anyway and you could rest the men for that march and the following campaign.
b. Dig a small trench and barricade around the north and east parts of the camp. This will inevitably tire your men a little but it should be a better defensive position than a wagon lagaar.
c. Position your artillery and build up a full encircling defense system. This would turn Isandlwana into a temporary fortress. However, without the proper tools this will surely demoralise and tire your soldiers.
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