Varus looked up again.
“One last thing sir, just for clarity. Formation? Are we going to do the bull-horns? Closing the door from either side? A feigned withdrawal?”
Longinus smiled.
“We’ll be starting in bull-horn formation. We’ll stay like that as long as it’s advantageous, then feign a withdrawal and hopefully draw them in so that you two can come round and finish them.”
The three men grinned at each other.
“Let’s go irritate some Germans.”
Within minutes the field was clear of foot troops and the cavalry had separated into three wings. The thousands of horses trotted gently and slowly across the field as the German camp came gradually into full sight. Caesar had been right. Marching on the camp would have been extremely costly in men. For all its lack of adequate defences, the camp was huge and very well defended, positioned perfectly to allow little chance of breaking an easy way in.
The enemy cavalry were not immediately obvious, with individual pockets of warriors defending the woven stockade and the cavalry further back and out of sight.
Longinus watched as a few missiles started to hurtle through the air, falling short of the Roman force. Nice of the Germans to help him judge a safe distance. He rode forward a little longer and held up his hand. The wing came to a stop, falling into prefect lines. Behind him, two alae of regular cavalry sat between slightly larger numbers of auxiliaries. The wings under Ingenuus and Varus pulled slightly further forward, though at an oblique angle and still very much out of the range of German fire. Both the outer wings ran with only one regular ala and large numbers of Auxilia. Along the lines of men, Longinus could just see the other two commanders. Each held up an arm, indicating they were in position and awaiting the order. Longinus watched the missiles continue to fall short and smiled. No rush. Might as well let them use as much ammunition as possible.
It took fully five minutes for the more important German warriors to stop their lessers wasting ammunition. Finally it stopped altogether and a mass of cries and jeers rose from the camp. Longinus made a gesture with his hand and the Gaulish auxiliaries let go with a mass of jeering of their own. The noise for a few minutes was deafening and, somewhere near the height of the racket, Longinus made another tugging gesture with his raised arm and the cavalry swept forward on all sides.
To either side of the commander, one veteran ala and well over a thousand Gauls charged obliquely forward, sweeping off to the flank, parallel with the fort front.
Though only a half of the cavalry at best had a spare weapon for a missile, each one was hurled or fired into the camp and the collective screams of hundreds of Germans reached the ears of the Romans even above the thundering of hooves.
Longinus wheeled the two units and brought them back out of range of the enemy fire just as the irate defenders began to launch their ammunition impotently across the turf. Once they were back in position, he glanced to either side and was satisfied to see that his two lieutenants had performed their manoeuvres admirably. Precious few Roman bodies filled the intervening space, though the German defenders shouted defiance from among hundreds of dead and wounded. Longinus began to consider returning to his own camp for more missile weapons. The effect had been very impressive, but the chances of them pulling off the same manoeuvre twice with such success were too small to contemplate.
He was just considering how his cavalry could further aggravate the Germans when noises from either side of the camp announced the release of the enemy horse.
The Germans came bolting through set positions in their defences to either side. Thousands of them hurtled out in an unruly mass. Longinus smiled. Disorganised cavalry were as much a danger to their comrades as to the enemy. With two more signals, he gave the order to fall back and the entire Roman line turned and rode several hundred yards across the field before falling back into line facing the Germans.
Longinus was impressed, though a little disconcerted, to find that the cavalry had not charged en masse after the Roman line, but had formed up in front of the fort. Since they were still well spaced and unruly, he wondered what they were waiting for until he saw individual warriors who had climbed over the barricades falling into position beside the horses. The men were varied in height, colour and dress, but were uniformly well built and impressive. The commander guessed that these men were specifically attached to the cavalry and he was intrigued as to what the cavalry could gain from such a hampering addition.
Slowly, once they were in position, the Germans started to move forward. They moved purposefully, not in a charge, but at a steady pace that suited both horses and footmen. Longinus gave the orders with gestures and the left and right wings under their prefects began to drift a little further away from the central body.
Longinus watched intently as the Germans made for the centre, devoid of tactical inspiration. This, of course, was why the Roman cavalry was so much more effective. Rather than acting on individual whim, they worked on the organised manoeuvres set by tactical officers. Admittedly most of the auxiliary cavalry broke down into their own fighting styles as soon as the initial moves were made, but by that time the strategy would have paid off and the Romans would have devolved to following purely the commands of their decurions in small units.
The Germans moved in resolutely, shouting curses in their guttural language. Once Longinus judged the position correct, he held up his arm and the two wings came around into the sides of the German mass.
Under normal circumstances, a manoeuvre such as this would confuse and dishearten the foe, and the bulk of the surviving enemies would turn and bolt through the remaining space. Perhaps Longinus had underestimated the Germans. With a footman attached to each cavalryman, the horses made a lunge at the Roman line and then pulled back next to their guardian footmen. When the Roman cavalry came to return the favour, they were faced with two opponents.
Longinus thought quickly. The initial volley had done a lot of damage, but here and now, with the current tactics of the Germans, there could be a massacre. He was interrupted from his train of thought as a German lashed out at him with a spear. The man was too far away for a truly effective attack, but the tip of the spear dragged across Bucephalus’ shoulder. The black Galician reared and Longinus held on tight to remain in the saddle. He glanced down as he calmed to horse and saw the fresh blood flowing from the horse.
“Bastard. Come here!”
He set Bucephalus into a run and reached his long cavalry sword up and out behind him. He had, as he often did, elected not to take a shield into battle, and his other hand reached down into the pouch at his side. As he neared the German, the spear was levelled at his chest. The footman stepped forward and swung back his heavy Celtic blade. At the last moment, He pulled his fist from the bag and flung a handful of pebbles at the enemy rider. The spear wavered as the man rolled back in his saddle, stunned for a moment. A moment was all Longinus needed. The footman was unprepared, believing his opponent was reaching for the rider. Longinus’ sword swept down and the German’s head leapt from his shoulders and disappeared in the mass of men and horses. As the momentum of the huge swing carried the blade round, he swung the tip up and, still slick with the blood of the footman, it scythed into the back of the rider. His arms flew up, the spear discarded, and flopped backwards into the saddle.
Pausing only to reach down and pat Bucephalus on the shoulder near the wound, he pulled himself together and surveyed the field.
He shouted at the top of his voice, which was becoming hoarse and scratchy trying to reach over the din of battle.
“Sound the fall back.”
Somewhere near the back of the unit, the man sitting with a straight horn blasted out several notes and the Roman column pulled back. The Germans seemed uncertain for a moment and dithered as Longinus wheeled his men and rode off in the direction of his camp. As he went, he shouted orders to the prefects and decurions. Each turma of men separated and made off in its own direction. Jeering, the Germans followed the small groups, splitting off into similar sized units themselves.