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The morning saw the legions break down their camps before the sun cleared the trees and assemble in columns of cohorts before the castrum. From that point on, it was a waiting game for them as the engineers of Cordinus moved to the river banks and began their preparations.
They did not have to wait long. Signal fires upriver drew the attention of all upriver, where the Roman fleet could be seen approaching. The engineers redoubled their efforts. By the time the first ship approached the waiting engineers, the bank had been cut way to form a ramp leading into the water.
Each ship in the fleet was towing four barges laden with pylons, planking, and rope. The ships were approaching in line, with a large interval between the last barge and the next ship. The legates, briefed to the operation, marveled at the timing. The lead ship would swing close to the bank then veer off, leaving the towed barges to swing in along the shore. Two men on each barge heaved a rope to the waiting engineers, who grabbed their end and scurried off to tie it to one of the fourteen trees on the bank they left standing. The other engineers caught other ropes and pulled the barge into the ramp. There it was anchored by the ropes and the pylons swung overboard to help support the rigging against the current. Two men with sledgehammers raced forward to begin pounding the pylon into the riverbed.
Thereafter the engineers did the same with the following barge, and ran to bind it while others maneuvered the boat to lie next to the first. Both were tied to each other, and planking tied across both boats at the middle and fastened with ropes. Then the third was brought alongside the second, and the process repeated.
Once the first four barges were secure, the rest of the planking was pegged to the first, crosswise. This created a wooden road reaching in to the river. The next ship came in and repeated the process, and then the next, and the next, stretching the pontoon bridge halfway across the four hundred-pace wide river.
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Udo and Ulfrich were expecting the Roman assault. They had the Bructeri horseborne stationed on the flanks of the anticipated bridgehead, ready to charge in among the milling soldiers and slaughter them wholesale, if any made it through the arrow storm Ulfrich had prepared.
Four hundred archers, among them some of the best of the Bructeri, stood hidden in the thick brush along the river. Each had sixty arrows, double the usual amount taken for war. They were spread to either side of the spearmen, who knelt impatiently as the Romans approached. Their task was to hold the Romans so the archers could dump them into the river with the arrows.
The Roman bridge was nearing the midpoint, two hundred paces away. Already some archers were limbering their bow-arms for the coming action.
A lot of Romani would feed Father Rhein this day.
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“I wonder how well those engineers will fare when they get in range of Bructeri arrows,” Cadorus wondered.
Rutilius smiled. “I posed the same question when this plan was proposed. Cordinus might be a stuck-up ass, but he planned a good assault crossing- better than I could, to be honest. Just watch.”
Before they could observe, a courier from the general arrived and ordered them to take position by the bridge. Both men could see the VI
Victrix already breaking column to move upriver. Behind their screening move, the sixteen onagers assembled during the night broke through the brush to start their move toward the bank.
“Palla!” Rutilius shouted to his primuspilus. “Start the columns toward the bridge. Don’t forget to leave some room for the scorpion!” He turned to Cadorus, pointing out the onagers and scorpion moving into position. ”Those are going to pound the other side, whether there are Germans there or not. There probably are, which will cause the bastards to either come out for the scorpion, or fade back out of range. Either way the immediate area is secure enough for our assault run across the bridge.”
Cadorus nodded at the wisdom. Cordinus was not such a dummy after all. Then again, he had served under few Roman generals who were fools. He spurred his horse to catch up with his legate.
The Scorpion trundled over the bridge to the end, then stopped. It had two iron plates attached to the front as protection for the crew, which huddled behind the shields awaiting the rain of rock. When the thump of sixteen onagers launching their loads into the sky reached them, they began launching their bolts into clumps of brush likely to conceal Germanic archers. They were rewarded with cries of pain.
The Bructeri ambushers cried out at this unfair tactic, and stepped to the edge of the river to launch their own quills at the iron monster shooting them. Some few found their marks, but ricocheted from the iron plates, Far more missed completely, falling short into the river. And through it all the onagers kept launching, raining death from above upon the hapless, helpless Bructeri.
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“We serve no purpose here any more, brother,” Ulfrich conceded as he watched his men die upon the bolts and under the rocks from the Roman artillery.
“Agreed,” Udo replied. He blew upon his ram’s horn and shouted, “Bructeri, we are leaving!”
The horsemen faded away, back into the depths of the forest. The spearmen crept after them to avoid Roman rocks, then joined them. Some archers, however, stayed to continue the uneven duel with their Roman counterparts.
“Fall back, you fools!” Ulfrich roared. “You die uselessly there on the bank!”
“We’ve dropped five of them so far,” a proud archer retorted. ”There are only three more to go and we have them stopped cold!”
“They kill ten of you for every one of them you kill, fool,” Udo shouted. “Get out of there!”
“Leave them,” Ulfrich conceded to his brother. “They are not our best anyway, and the fools can cover our retreat. I had hoped to kill more of them here, but such is not to be.”
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The one-sided battle lasted another forty minutes before the onagers ceased their pounding. The Bructeri cheered the silence of the war engines, and redoubled their efforts to pick off some of those horrible little men behind the iron plates. By the time they realized the futility of it, it was too late for them.
Four cohorts of the XXI Rapax had landed unobserved on their side of the river further up when all attention was drawn to the engines and the bridge. The legion had crept forward, and signaled by mirror the halt in bombardment. Now that the stones were no longer falling and the only missile fire aimed at their bank was the accurate and lethal scorpions, they charged the scattered archers and rolled them up like a rug. The rest of the XXI Rapax was landed by river barge into the bridgehead, and the crossing was secure.
Now the rest of the bridge could be finished. Ships landed another detachment of engineers on the east bank, then the barges started to form on that bank. The eastern pontoon bridge reached out to the existing western bridge. Each ship which delivered a load of barges continued on to the Roman bank, picked up a detachment of the VI Victrix, and began ferrying it across river to join the XXI Rapax in expanding the bridgehead. Soon the bridge was complete, and the X Gemina and remainder of the VI Victrix crossed it to join the rest of the army.
The crossing was a success.
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“Those awful machines,” Ulfrich cursed as they slunk away from the crossing. “Without them, no Roman would have touched our soil alive.”
Udo snorted. “You give too much confidence to our bowmen and not enough to our foe. They would have paid in blood, but they would not have stopped. True, we lost a wonderful opportunity to kill many of them, but then again, we learned something important.”
“That archers are no match for scorpions? We knew that already, brother.”
Udo sighed. “We learned that our opponent is cautious, and a thorough planner. His crossing was flawless- and gave us no chance. We must remember this when we face him in open battle.”
Ulfrich looked back at the Roman bridgehead dwindling in the distance. Through the trees he could see glints of armor moving about. “I think we must be careful as well, brother of mine. The Romans has many, many legionaries- they are hard to kill, and this Roman knows our ways well.”
“The Roman chieftain is a planner, a thorough planner,” Udo repeated. Could no thoughts of strategy penetrate his brother’s hard head? In battle he was brilliant, but between battles… that was thinking better left to Udo. “He will have a plan, and he will stick to it. It will be one which uses our ways against us, as he knows our ways well. It will leave us little chance. And this, brother of mine, this we will use against him.”
“Huh?”
“We force him to change his plan,” Udo said slowly. “A Planner. We do something he does not expect, he will react poorly. And the unexpected… in that, Ulfrich, we excel.”
Ulfrich smiled. “We let him continue on, and refuse battle instead of standing where we had planned. He will not expect this, and throw off his plans.”
Finally, it dawns upon him. “Yes, brother, and when his plans go awry, he will be forced to think upon his feet. Planners cannot do that. Then we will have him.”
“And crush him!” Ulfrich smashed his right fist into his left palm and ground it in. “And the ‘villages’ we built prepared to fight from?”
“We burn them as they approach, as we had planned,” Udo affirmed. “But we do not let our warbands fight from them. They would die without taking enough Romans with them.”
“The chieftain and his planning, aye,” Ulfrich agreed.
Udo smiled. He did understand. Now, to draw Roman blood. “We still need to strip away his horsemen. Gather whatever archers are left by the stream just beyond the first of your villages. Have the spearmen and cavalry ready in place. He will not dare to begin either siege or storm without his precious horsemen scouring the land beyond. Let us scour him, and blind him.”
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The reports came in. Cordinus was rather pleased with his crossing. He lost six of the scorpion crew, four pontoons had missed their position and had to be cut free, and the engineers had lost a total of eighteen men, but the Bructeri had lost far more men- and had not stopped his crossing at its most dangerous. In all, an overwhelming success. This bode well for his expedition.
He ordered the legions to prepare a camp. This day was almost over, and he had no desire to lose his advantage through carelessness. Today the crossing, tomorrow the invasion proper.
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Far away, Veleda closed her eyes as the Visions came again. She could tell be the vividness and sounds that this was a strong one, and in real-time. She watched the boy running through the forest, heading toward the setting sun, then trip over a root hidden among the leaves. The sound of the bones snapping in his leg caused her to shudder, and actually feel the pain the boy felt. That did not feel good, but she opened her eyes and smiled anyway.
Her prophecy was coming true. For want of a leg, the runner was lost. For want of a runner, the message was lost. For want of a message, the battle was lost, and with that battle, the chance that slug Udo had of stopping the Romans dissipated. He might still hurt them, but he was doomed. As was his brother.
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