Such a string of victories gives confidence to an army. A kind of confidence which doubles and triples their strength in war. Real war, which, unlike the maneuvers drawn by pen on paper, is as much a thing of the spirit as the flesh.
Confidence alone, of course, is not enough. As important is an army’s sense of cohesion and solidarity. Achieving that was a bit more difficult. The indiscipline and selfish greed of the Greeks at Rohri had infuriated the rest of the army—the more so when they found themselves forced to fend off a Malwa assault immediately afterward, unaided by their supposed “comrades” for a full day.
For their part, the Greeks were outraged to discover that the rest of the army expected them to share the loot they had obtained by their own furious energy (and loss of blood) in the assault which took Rohri. Abstractly, they knew of that traditional policy of Belisarius’ army. But . . . but . . . applied to them? Here and now?
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Belisarius let the troops sort the matter out in their own manner. He was busy enough, as it was, preparing for his coming council of war with Ashot and Khusrau. Even if he hadn’t been, he probably would have stayed out of it. Some things are best handled informally, when all is said and done.
He did grow a little concerned when Gregory’s artillerymen began training their field guns on the Greek encampment, true. And he kept an eye cocked on the maneuvers of the Thracian cataphracts to the south and Cyril’s men to the east, blocking the Greek line of retreat. Not to mention the enthusiasm with which Felix’s sharpshooters began making wagers on how big a hole their magnificent rifles could punch through a Greek nobleman’s finest armor.
But . . . it all sorted itself out after a single tense day. Soon enough, the Greeks decided that largesse and generosity on the morrow of victory and triumph was a fine and splendid thing. And, for their part, the Thracians and others allowed that the Greek charges at Rohri and the south bank had been conducted with panache and flair well worthy of any man who ever marched with Belisarius.
In the end, the worst problem left to Belisarius was trying to make himself heard in the command tent while discussing stratagems and tactics with Ashot and Khusrau. The din of the great victory celebration was well nigh overwhelming: Greek cataphract shouting his praise of Thracian, artilleryman lifting his voice in chorus with sharpshooter—a capella which sent every frog nearby into shock—and Arab ululation adding its own special flavor to the acoustic stew.
“What is that incredible racket?” demanded Khusrau, as soon as he entered the command tent.
“Music to my ears,” replied Belisarius.
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“We can withstand them,” said Khusrau confidently. “It was a tight thing, for a time. Once, they even breached a small section of the walls before we drove them back. But since Ashot arrived and took positions to the south, the Malwa have become more cautious.”
The Persian emperor gave the Armenian cataphract a look full of approval. “Most clever, he’s been!” he stated cheerfully. “His positions are so well designed and camouflaged that the Malwa have no real idea how few soldiers he has.”
“They made two major assaults early on,” chimed in Ashot. “The second one came close to over-running our positions. But—”
He bestowed his own look of approval on Abbu. “The Arabs found us splendid ground for a defensive stance. Both times the Malwa charged, the terrain bunched them in front of our guns. Their casualties were horrendous, and I don’t think their commanders even realize how close they came to success in the second assault. I don’t believe they’ll try that again.”
Belisarius scratched his chin. “So now, in effect, everything has bogged down into a long siege and continual counter-battery fire. We’re tying up a very large Malwa army with much smaller forces of our own.”
Both Khusrau and Ashot nodded.
“What is your stock of powder?” Belisarius asked the Armenian.
“Good enough for a bit,” replied Ashot, shrugging. “Although if Menander doesn’t get us some supplies within a few days, that will change.”