He looked back down at Garmat.
“And those are the weaknesses of the Axumite army. Small numbers. Inexperience in large land battles. Primitive tactics.”
“Yes.”
“That’s about what I thought.”
“May I ask the purpose of these questions?”
“Of course. It goes back to the matter of the Indian ships we were talking about. You are puzzled, I think, by what we’ve seen in the harbor.”
Garmat nodded. “I fail to understand the Malwa purpose in launching such a ship-building project. Such an enormous project, building such enormous ships. Ships of the size we saw being created in the harbor are very expensive, Belisarius. Men who are not seamen, even experienced generals such as yourself, never really grasp how expensive such vessels are. To maintain and operate, as much as to build.”
The adviser shrugged. “So what is the point of doing it, when the ships themselves are so poorly designed for sea battles? Even given the Malwa rocket weapons. Especially in light of the rockets. If I were in charge, I would build a great number of small, swift craft. They would serve just as well for platforms from which to fire rockets. Better, for they would be more maneuverable.”
Belisarius chuckled. “Spoken like a true seaman! Or, I should say, like an adviser to a monarch whose power lies at sea.”
The general arose from his couch and began pacing.
“But the Indians are not a sea power, Garmat. Not the Malwa, at least. They are almost exclusively a land power, and think in those terms.”
He stopped his pacing and scratched his chin.
“There’s one other weakness to your Axumite army, Garmat, which you didn’t mention. I’m sure you didn’t even think of it. But it’s an inevitable weakness, flowing from your own description.”
“And that is?”
“You have no real experience with logistics. Not, at least, on the scale where logistics dominate an entire campaign.”
Garmat thought for a moment, then nodded.
“I suppose that’s true. The largest force fielded by Axum in modern times was the army which we sent to conquer Yemen. Four sarawit—slightly over three thousand men. Not many, by the standards of Rome or Persia. Or India. And supplying them was not difficult, of course, because—”
“You are a naval power, and were conquering a coastal region. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to supply an army numbering in the tens of thousands, marching across a vast region far removed from any coast?”
Garmat began to speak, paused, shook his head.
“No, not really.”
Belisarius chuckled.
“It is quite comical, for a Thracian general, to read the histories of Rome’s wars which are written by Greek scholars. They almost invariably report armies numbering in the tens and hundreds of thousands. Especially barbarian armies.”
He laughed outright.
“Barbarians! Not even Rome, with all its skill and experience, can field armies of that size. Not inland, at any rate. Much less can barbarians. And the reason, of course, is logistics. What’s the point of marching a hundred thousand men to their death from starvation?”
He resumed his seat. “So—to the point. If you were the Malwa emperor, and were planning to conquer the West, how would you do it?”
Garmat stroked his beard. “I suppose—there is the route through Bactria—”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Why not? It’s the traditional route for invaders of India, after all. So why shouldn’t the Indians return the compliment?”
“Because the Indians will be fielding a modern army. They are not barbarian nomads, who can haul everything with them—what little they have to haul in the first place. The Malwa are not seeking plunder, they are seeking conquest and permanent rule. It is not enough for them to march to the walls of Ctesiphon or Antioch or Constantinople and demand tribute. To conquer, they must conquer cities. And no barbarians have ever conquered a major fortified city, except by treachery.”
“Alexander—”
Belisarius nodded. “Yes, I know. Alexander the Great also took that route, when he tried to conquer India. What of it? He failed in his purpose, you may recall. Not the least of the reasons being the exhaustion of his army after campaigning through those endless mountains. Which is why—and now we get to the point—he did not return that way.”