Marching With Caesar - Civil War (76 page)

It was not long before Labienus and his cavalry came out of their camp to start their harassment, first falling onto the wagons that were following us, that would carry the grain back to our own camp. Then our newly formed group of men combined with our cavalry to catch the Pompeian cavalry flatfooted, inflicting several casualties before driving them off. We continued on the march, and while Labienus did not attack us again, he followed us like a shadow, keeping to a line of low hills to the right of our march.

We reached Sarsusa, finding it was indeed occupied with Pompeian troops, but the low walls were not sufficiently defended to keep us from taking the town quickly, where we put the entire garrison to the sword in retaliation for the outrages done at Vaga. The next day, we marched south to another enemy-held city, Thisdra, but this was too well defended to take quickly, and because the only available water was inside the walls, we marched back to our camp by Aggar. When we arrived, we found that the last of the reinforcements had arrived, another 400 cavalry, about a thousand archers and slingers, along with the remainder of the Legions, men too sick or injured to make the trip with their Legions when they came over, about 4,000 total, including about 200 men of the 10th who had been left behind. The army was now 35,000 Legionaries strong divided unequally among nine Legions, with about 4,000 cavalry and 2,000 missile troops, these being roughly evenly divided between archers from Crete and slingers from Rhodes and the Balearic islands. We stayed in camp for another few days, each side waiting for the other to make some sort of move. Finally, Scipio came marching out to offer battle again, this time choosing a spot near a town called Tegea that lay between Aggar and the Pompeian camps. The
bucina
called us out, where we quickly formed up into our own triple line, and we were placed back in our normal spot on the right. As was his habit, Scipio had chosen his ground carefully, on a gentle slope that we would have to climb in order to close with the enemy, which Caesar was not willing to do. Instead, we stood there as we had so many times before, each side waiting for the other to make a move. Scipio had posted cavalry on either wing, except this time he stationed them farther out than was normal. Then, after waiting for the better part of the day, Caesar sent some of our own cavalry charging at the horsemen on the left wing of the Pompeian line. The enemy cavalry commander responded by spreading his men out, with the obvious intention of allowing our force to charge into their midst, then enveloping them and cutting them off. To counter this, Caesar sounded the call for the 300 Legionaries from the 10th to dash out to support our horsemen, with Velinus of the Fifth Cohort in the lead. The sudden appearance of our men on foot, running swiftly with their javelins, which they jabbed up at the unprotected faces of the mounted men or at the belly of the horses, threw the enemy cavalry into complete confusion, as animals started rearing and lunging to try to escape the sharp points of our weapons. Our force pushed the Pompeian cavalry back closer and closer to the left wing of Scipio’s infantry, who began shifting nervously about at the sight. Seeing an opportunity, Caesar sent the rest of the cavalry charging into the fray, churning up even more of a cloud of dust, the sounds of the fighting our only guide to what was happening. We could hear cries of alarm and pain as our horsemen, accompanied by our men on foot, pushed into the left side of the enemy formation. While we watched, the Pompeians started giving ground, their
cornu
sounding the recall. With their left wing fighting back our men, the rest of the Pompeian army marched back up the gentle slope all the way to the walls of the town. Their left wing staged a fighting withdrawal, our men only breaking contact when they got in range of the javelins of the waiting comrades of the left wing at the base of the walls. The men came trotting back to the formation, gasping for breath, but grinning and laughing, happy that the slope was strewn with enemy bodies, both horse and man. We retired at the end of the day, yet despite the limited success, the frustration at every level of the army was high, because it had become clear that we would have to find a way to force Scipio to come to battle. That night at the evening briefing, Caesar announced that we were going to change tactics and would be marching the next day. We would be marching to Thapsus.

The army departed at dawn the next morning, leaving a burning camp behind to let Scipio know we were on the move. Unlike other occasions when we would try to steal a march, this time Caesar wanted Scipio to know that we were leaving, taking no measures to hide where we were headed. Thapsus was the one city that steadfastly refused to join with Caesar, and it was the main supply point and naval base of the Pompeians. More importantly, it was the last strongpoint freely allied with Scipio and the Pompeians, so the fall of the city to Caesar would spell the deathblow to the hopes of the Pompeian forces. We arrived at the end of the day, making camp before starting on a contravallation of the city the next morning. Thapsus is on the coast, on a promontory of land with a huge expanse of marshy ground a few miles south. Because of the marsh and the contour of the coast on either side of the city, there are only two overland approaches, one from the west that squeezes between the coastline and the northern edge of the marsh, and from the south, also between the sea and marsh. The area of the city and open land hemmed in by coast and marsh formed a triangle, with the city at the apex of the triangle where the coast made almost a ninety degree bend from north to west. Caesar situated our camp equidistant between the bend of the coast so that our contravallation would extend from sea to sea while our camp would be roughly in the middle. The weakness of our position was that by blocking the two approaches, we would also be hemmed in and unable to forage, so it came down to a race to see what would happen first, whether we would take Thapsus or Scipio would starve us out. In order to keep Thapsus from being reinforced, a small, fortified camp was built astride the road leading to the city from the south, manned by two Cohorts. Scipio and Juba came following behind a day later, moving cautiously, rightly fearing an ambush, but Caesar could not spare the men from our work of entrenching, though of course, the enemy did not know that. Thwarted by the small fort blocking the road, Scipio first made camp to the south, while Juba made camp next to him. Then, with Juba staying in his camp and leaving a portion of his forces with Afranius in the other, Scipio marched through that same night to the west, swinging wide around the marsh to take up a blocking position to the north. Giving his men a rest of just a full watch after they arrived in position shortly after daybreak, Scipio then had his men start on a fortified camp and series of entrenchments, putting the entire army to work. Although Scipio had effectively blocked us in, by placing his troops in a small area that had such impassable barriers on either flank so that his greater numbers were meaningless, he had also outsmarted himself, as Caesar was about to demonstrate.

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The
bucina
sounded the recall, stopping the men from working on our own contravallation, summoning us back to camp. As soon as we returned, there was another call of the horns for the senior Centurions to meet at the
praetorium
immediately, so I hurried over with the rest of the Pili Priores of the 10th.

As soon as everyone had arrived, Caesar wasted no time. “We're going to take advantage of Scipio’s error and attack immediately.”

This caused some comment, but we quickly quieted down as Caesar gave us our dispositions. We would be on the right with the 9th, while the 13th and 14th would be on the left, with the new Legions in the middle. The 5th was not assigned a spot, since they would line up wherever the elephants were, and we were sent to hurry our men to make them ready for battle. We had done this many times before, usually ending up standing in place for thirds of a watch, while our cavalry saw most of the action, so it was hard to get the men moving with any urgency, but judicious use of the
vitus
got them going. We were ready in less than a third of a watch, marching out of the camp, then forming up in
acies triplex
, on the right wing, the rest of the army taking its place. The
cornu
sounded the advance, and we stepped off, the Centurions calling out the count while the Optios at the rear of their respective Centuries kept the men in line. The army closed the distance fairly quickly, so we caught the Pompeians still working on their camp. Their
bucina
sounded the alarm as their men went scrambling for their weapons, followed by what appeared to be mass confusion as they went running about looking for their standard bearers. Our front line moved into position approximately 300 paces away from where the Pompeian line formed in front of their camp, where we caught the first sight of the elephants lumbering into the spot designated by Scipio.

“I thought there were only 30 of them,” Glaxus said, the worry clear in his voice. I had been thinking the same thing, but I did not want to sound bothered. As we watched more than 60 of the beasts move into position, I saw that Scipio was splitting the force into two, placing them on each wing.

“There are thirty.” I tried to make it sound lighthearted, though it was hard. “On this side, anyway.”

In fact, there were 32 of them on each wing of the Pompeian line. As soon as their disposition was seen and understood, Caesar ordered five Cohorts of the 5th to our side, where they formed up to our right, while the other half did the same on the opposite wing. The 5th got into position quickly, then the men were ready to go, as it finally became apparent that today would be different, that Scipio was done running and we were going to fight. Caesar was on Toes, riding across our front as he had done so often before, spending most of his time with the youngsters in the center, exhorting them to emulate the veterans and follow our example. The men of the 10th were ready to go, but the ground on the left wing was sufficiently broken so that it made it more difficult for the men of the 13th and 14th to get into position, so we were told to wait, which did not sit well with the men. As the moments dragged by, Caesar kept talking to the youngsters, while the men on the right, including my men, began talking more and more animatedly.

“Let’s get going. We’ve been waiting long enough,” a man called out, to which there was an immediate roar of agreement from his comrades.

I turned about to glare at the men, but it did not seem to have any effect. “Shut your mouths. We’ll move when we’re told and not a moment before,” I yelled as loudly as I could.

“What’s taking so long?” someone else called out. “Let’s end this now!”

Another chorus of approval met this call, then something happened that I had never seen before. Without being told, a
cornicen
in the 9th, obviously heeding the urging of the men around him, sounded the call to advance. In perfect unison, as if the command had actually been officially given, the men of the 10
^th
, along with the five Cohorts of the 5
^th
, stepped off with the 9th. All up and down the line, the other Centurions and I began roaring at the top of our lungs for the men to stop, but none of the rankers paid any heed whatsoever. I was reeling with shock as I looked over at Glaxus who was nearest to me, and who could only give a helpless shrug. Cursing every one of them, their mothers, fathers, and whoever else I could think of, I ran to catch up to take my place at the front, wondering if this was my last day not only as Primus Pilus, but as a Centurion. I looked over to see Caesar staring at us in astonishment, yet he recovered quickly, turning to snap orders to his own
cornicen
, who sounded the general advance of the whole army, while Caesar galloped Toes to the front of the line. Turning to see if it had just been the first line to advance, I was relieved that the second line, while farther back than normal, was hurrying to close the gap. The third line was staying put, but that was standard, as they would only come rushing in at the decisive moment to break the enemy completely, or to rescue us if things should go terribly wrong. As we rapidly closed the distance, the archers and slingers assigned to our wing began loosing their missiles, making the elephants their primary targets, and a flurry of arrows and slingshot went flying at the beasts. After only a matter of perhaps two or three volleys, the first of the animals, trumpeting in terror, whirled quickly about, despite its massive bulk, to go stampeding into the poor men standing in formation behind it. Immediately following the last missile volley, the men of the 5th hurled their own javelins, then launched themselves at the now thoroughly frightened animals. Elephants are herd animals, so it was only a few heartbeats before the rest of the huge beasts were following the first one. The carnage they caused was terrific, turning even the hardest stomachs as they impaled men that they thought were standing in their way with their tusks, while at the same time stomping on others, turning them into a mass of jellied meat in the blink of an eye. The chaos was total, the air rent with the panicked screams of the men, along with the trumpeting of the maddened elephants as they went charging back through the gaps of the unfinished camp. Seeing what was essentially their protective screen disintegrate, the Numidian cavalry positioned on the far left simply turned to gallop away, without putting up even a token of resistance. Hundreds of men just on our side of the battle were crushed, as the men of the 5th went after the animals in hot pursuit.