He made his decision, and turned to Gregory.
“How long would it take you to turn the siege guns around? Our siege guns, I mean—the ones facing the sea from the south wall. I want them facing into the city.”
Gregory started. “What about—?” The cataphract paused. His eyes went to the south. From his elevation, on the ramparts of the northern wall, Gregory could see all the way across the city to the harbor beyond. The twenty Malwa galleys patrolling just outside the range of the seaward siege guns were clearly visible.
Gregory answered his own question. “Guess we don’t really need them, against the galleys.” He frowned for a moment or two, thinking.
“I’d need at least three days, general. Probably four, maybe five.” Apologetically: “The things are huge. The only reason we could do it at all, in less than two weeks, is because I can use the dockside cranes—”
Belisarius patted his arm. “Five days is fine, Gregory. Take a week. You’ll need to build new ramparts, don’t forget. Protecting them from fire coming from inside the city.”
Gregory’s eyes widened. “You’re going to let them in!”
Belisarius nodded. “They’ll breach the walls, anyway, once the siege guns start firing. Rather than waste men trying to hold the wall against impossible odds, we’ll just let them come in. Then—” He pointed to the rabbit warren of the city. “The more walls and buildings they shatter, the worse it’ll get for them. We can set mines and booby traps everywhere. We’ll retreat through the city, day after day, destroying it as we go. The Malwa will have to charge cataphracts and musketeers across the worst terrain I can think of. By the time they pin us on the docks, they’ll have lost thousands of men. Tens of thousands, more like.”
For a moment, Belisarius’ normally calm face was set in lines of savage iron. “Even if Antonina never arrives, and we die here, I intend to gut this Malwa beast. One way or the other.”
He rose up, in a half-crouch. “Let’s do it,” he commanded. “I’ll have Felix replace you in command of the pikemen. He’s due for another promotion, anyway. You concentrate on the siege guns. Once we get them turned around, it’ll be the Malwa facing cannister. They’ll never be able to get their own siege guns into the rubble.”
Gregory studied the far-distant southern walls of the city, facing the sea. “They’ll still have the range—”
Belisarius snorted. “With what kind of accuracy? Sure, a few rounds will hit the harbor. But most of them will miss, and those guns take forever to reload. Whereas the farther back they push us, the closer they get to our own artillery.”
Gregory’s grin became feral. “Yeah, they will. And before they get into cannister range—you know that idea you had, about chain shot?”
Belisarius had intended to leave immediately. But the enthusiasm on the gunnery officer’s face was irresistible. And so, for a few pleasant minutes, a general and his subordinate discussed murder and mayhem. With great relish, if the truth be told.
Aide kept out of the discussion, more or less, other than the occasional remark.
Unwanted remarks, so far as Belisarius was concerned. He thought: How did we crystals ever emerge from such protoplasmic thugs? was snide. And Can’t we just learn to get along? positively grotesque.
* * *
By the morning of the tenth day, the Malwa siege guns had completed their work of destruction. A stretch of Charax’s northern wall two hundred yards wide was nothing but rubble. Twenty thousand Ye-tai stormed out of their trenches a quarter of a mile away and charged the breach. Squads of Kushans were intermingled with the Ye-tai battalions, guarding other squads of kshatriya grenadiers.
“They’ve finally learned,” commented Maurice, studying the oncoming horde through a slit window. He was squatting next to Belisarius in a tower, less than two hundred yards from what had been Charax’s northern wall. The elevated position gave both men a clear view of the battleground.
Belisarius was still breathing heavily from the exertion of his climb up the narrow stairs. He had arrived at the top of the tower just seconds earlier. Maurice had flatly refused to allow him up until the siege guns had ceased firing. The chiliarch hadn’t wanted to risk a stray round killing the Roman commander.