"We can handle things up here, sir, but I"m worried about that hole in the bottom. That rock went right through, you know."
"Well, I guess I am the best man for that job," I said. After all, I"d designed these boats. Who better to fix one? So I changed hats from battle commander to steamboat repairman.
That rock had gone through the top deck, through a double bunk on the middle deck, through the middle deck, through the cargo deck and through the bottom a half yard below that! I had the feeling that if it had hit me on the way, I wouldn"t even have slowed it down!
The most serious damage was to the bottom, of course, and even that wasn"t catastrophic. The volume between the cargo deck and the bottom was cut into dozens of watertight compartments, and only one of them was flooded. It would have been a different story had we been hit in the paddle wheel or the boiler.
But there was no way to armor against two-ton rocks, so there was no point in worrying about it.
Except for the ones in the bow, the watertight compartments were all identical. The boat"s dining room had three trestle tables that were just the right size to fit in the bottom of these. One of my better ideas. I got together a couple of crewmen and we lifted the floorboards, sank a table, and nailed it in place with all of us standing in the knee-deep water to hold down the table.
We put a portable pump down there and one man was left working it. It leaked some, but he could keep up with it. We stopped a moment to admire a job well done, when another rock came crashing through not four yards away, taking the comer off a war cart before it went through the bottom. Blood dripped through the ragged hole from the deck above.
"Do you remember what we did here," I said to the man next to me. He said he did.
"Well, do it again over there."
I went up to Tartar Control and discovered that we had a third killing ground going north of Czersk. Four boats were on it and the one near Brzesko now had six. All the rest were in transit to or from East Gate, to get more coal and ammunition.
The Mongols were completely inexperienced in dealing with us and our weapons, and paid heavily for the lessons they learned. Yet it was equally true that we were inexperienced with them. But with the radios, we could pa.s.s fighting tips around, while fighting in three separate groups; the Mongols had to go through each learning experience three times. And we charged full tuition to each and every one of them.
I got back on deck just in time to see the RB10 Not For Hire take a rock square on her paddle wheel.
She was dead ahead of us and even as she slowed, Tadaos was getting a towing line ready. Using one of the Mongol grapnels as a monkey"s fist, a line was tossed to her by one of the experienced boatmen in the crew just as we stopped alongside. Within a minute, Tadaos was calling for full-speed ahead and we resumed our way to East Gate. As we towed her home, I caught glimpses of the Hire"s crew dismantling the wreckage, preparing to rebuild. We were taking casualties, but we weren"t giving the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds any trophies.
RB1 TO ALL RIVER UNITS. THE ENEMY RAS A CATA.
PULT THAT LOOKS LIKE A TEETER-TOTTER MADE FOR.
GIANTS. IT CAN THROW A HUGE ROCK FOUR GROSS.
YARDS, WHICH CAN DAMAGE A BOAT. IF YOU SEE ONE,.
DO NOT ATTACK UNTIL YOU HAVE TWO OTHER BOATS.
TO BACK YOU UP. THEY NEED A LARGE NUMBER OF.
MEN WORKING CLOSE TOGETHER TO OPERATE THEM,.
SO THEY ARE EASILY SLAUGHTERED BY OUR SWIVEL GUNS WHEN THEY ARE MOUNTED ON A HILL. THE.
PROBLEM IS THAT THEY ARE WILLING TO REPLACE MEN.
AS FAST AS WE BUTCHER THEM. IF THEY GET SMART.
ENOUGH TO MOUNT THEM ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A.
HILL, WE WILL BE ABLE TO REACH THEM ONLY WITH.
HALMAN BOMBS AND RIFLE GRENADES. ANY OTHER.
USE OF BOMBS IS NOW FORBIDDEN, TO SAVE AMMUNI.
TION. IF THEY ARE HIDDEN BY A HILL, THEY MUST.
HAVE SOMEONE ON TOP OF THE HILL TO AIM THE.
CATAPULT. TARGET THIS MAN. CONRAD. OUT.
Of course, I wasn"t the only one handing out advice, not by a long shot. Some ideas were brilliant, some were dumb. But a c.u.mulative learning process was taking place, Darkness fell as we pa.s.sed Cracow, still safe on the west bank of the Vistula. Piotr"s crew was radioing the boats, reminding them that we had now lost our air cover, and we would have to go back to patrolling until dawn. Fortunately, the Mongols seemed to have had enough for one day and were breaking contact. We couldn"t follow them, so it was a quiet night.
There was only a platoon of boatwrights at East Gate, but they were our best boatwrights, and they had plenty of eager if unskilled help. Because we had called ahead, an entire paddlewheel a.s.sembly was waiting for the Hire, and a crane swung it into position even as the troops were running on more ammo, food, and coal.
The patches in the bottom of the Muddling Through were inspected and secured with lag bolts. Linen caulking was pounded in the cracks and we were p.r.o.nounced good enough. They gave us some boards and nails, and we were told to patch the upper decks on our way back to the fighting. Just then the boatwrights had better things to do.
Our badly wounded and dead were taken to an improvised hospital and morgue in the boat factory. I should have had something better planned, but I hadn"t expected such heavy losses. I"d thought that our boats would be invincible!
We were almost ready to leave when I saw a Big People come galloping in hauling a cart full of swivel gun ammo and four terrified troops. The carts were three yards tall and lacked brakes, springs, and a suspension system; they were never intended to move at the speeds that a Big Person was capable of.
But she stopped it in time and gave me a "Hi there!" posture.
"Hi there, yourself!" I said. "Are you Anna?"
She said YES, so I gave her a big hug.
"You see? I told you they needed you! But I"ve got to run, love. See you in a few days. Don"t scare these boys too badly!" I ran to my boat and went back to the war. I hoped she hadn"t noticed my wounded eye.
I sent a message to Duke Henryk that night, telling him that we were holding the Mongols at the Vistula, but we could not do it forever. I begged him to advance now with whatever forces he had. He did not answer.
FROM THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SIR VLADIMIR CHARNETSKI.
Count Conrad"s instructions had been quite clear. Duke Henryk was at Legnica with his own men, including my father and brothers. Count Conrad had sent him a written apology for not being there, along with six crews of radio operators who worked out of those little sevenman Night-Fighter carts. Duke Henryk was not pleased with us.
Duke Boleslaw was a fifteen-year-old knight who had resolved to defend eastern Poland. He was not on good terms with our liege lord Henryk.
If we dropped back to Legnica, as Duke Henryk wanted, we would be abandoning all of our factories and forts to the enemy. Our women would have to try to save themselves without our help, and the Mongols had long experience taking cities that were defended by both men and women. With women alone, well, I had to side with Count Conrad.
Yet if we fought alone, we would be a third separate force defending Poland. It was necessary that we make contact with Duke Boleslaw and join forces with him. But it was also necessary that we do so in such a manner that he supported our efforts as well as we supported his.
A combined strategy was necessary, and the young fool had rebuffed our earlier attempts at diplomacy.
He had heard too many stories about knightly prowess and heroic deeds, and he could see no advantage in saddling himself with a "band of peasant footmen," no matter how large.
Myself, I think Conrad a fool for not using Countess Francine as his emissary, at least on the second try.
That woman could talk a hungry dog away from a dead pig. But a young husband is often a fool when it comes to his new wife.
As it was, I left h.e.l.l with the biggest Christian army in all of history at my command, and I didn"t know where I was going. All I knew was that Duke Boleslaw was somewhere between Plock and Sandomierz, and that somehow I had to join forces with him and work out some sort of strategy.
I had over two dozen of Anna"s daughters, and I put a dozen of them with good riders to search for Boleslaw, men who were scions of the old n.o.bility, men who Duke Boleslaw would not dare scoff at.
The other Big People were needed to run messages along my sixteen-mile-long train, and to lightly screen our flanks. We went on without stopping, and normal horses could never have kept up with us. My old Witchfire, now long in the tooth, was safely in the barns at Three Walls, and my love Annastashia was with our children not far away from him.
I had pulled a few strings and seen to it, that my mother, my sisters, and sisters-in-law, along with all our peasants, were also at Three Walls, since I judged it to be our strongest fortification. Rank has its privileges, and I meant my family to be as safe as they could be.
We had practiced this business of continual motion last winter with six dozen carts, and had continued in circles for a month without mishap. Of course, that was with better trained men, men that had been winnowed out to remove the weak and the stupid. With this last cla.s.s, well, they had been given only four months" training and we hadn"t washed out anybody, except for those who had died. Still, their officers had been well trained, and we"d hoped that this would be enough.
Supplies of wood had been waiting for us along the roads since last summer with remarkably little pilferage. Supplies of water were provided. Crews of greasers went down the lines of moving carts, greasing the ball bearings in the wheels. The rails were new, the bridges intact, and we made six dozmiles a day on foot.
Some of the men had a hard time sleeping on the move, but experience had taught us that when they got tired enough , they would sleep.
By dawn of the second day we had pa.s.sed Cracow, and still I had no word of Boleslaw.
Chapter Eighteen.
FROM THE DIARY OF CONRAD STARGARD.
The battle was not going as well as it had at first. As Tadaos said, they were learning.
They took out their first riverboat with a tree. During the night, they had chopped almost through the trunk of a huge pine tree right on the riverbank, then made a demonstration around it. When the RB14 Hotspur attacked, they dropped that tree right across her deck, which nearly smashed her in half Then they swarmed up the trunk and overpowered the crew.
By the time the RB12 Insufferable got there, the Mongols were learning how to use the swivel guns. After an exchange of gunfire, I ordered the Insufferable to b.u.m the Hotspur with its flamethrower, and she went up quick. I pray to G.o.d in Heaven that all our men were dead before that happened.
They had mostly stopped using arrows on us, but they were still using the catapults, and still mounting them on hilltops. We kept on mowing down their crews and they kept on replacing them with a seemingly complete disregard for the lives of their men.
The RB21 Calypso got snagged on an underwater obstruction directly in front of one of the catapults.
She took more than a dozen direct hits before her crew was taken off by the RB10 Not for Hire. By that time, the Calypso was completely out of ammunition, and her crew burned her before they left.
We got to avoiding the catapults as much as possible, and at full speed, zigzagging, it wasn"t likely for a boat to be hit. It took a very tempting target to get one of our boats to slow down and stay near one spot, a temptation like a concentration of twenty thousand Mongols.
And seeing this, the enemy provided us with targets just to sucker us in! They were willing to spend ten or twenty thousand men just to kill one of our boats with less than three hundred men aboard! Madness!
Then they learned the best way to take out a riverboat, and we lost six boats in front of Sandomierz in less than an hour. Instead of rocks, they started throwing sewn-up ox hides filled with burning oil. The seasoned wood of our boats went up quickly, and usually we weren"t able to save many of the crew.
They were hurting us.
Yet we killed as many of them that day as we had on the first. I knew the ammunition we were using up, and I knew the conditions under which we were using it, mostly firing into packed crowds at pointblank range! Even the most conservative estimates still came out that we had killed over a million enemy troops! Yet they still kept coming!
We got to spraying our boats with water, inside and out, and this helped some. Wet wood burned more slowly and sometimes it took three or four fire bombs to destroy one of our boats. Fighting an oil fire with water is the wrong thing to do, but we didn"t have any alternative. Sometimes enough oil could be flushed off the deck to save a boat. Sometimes not.
But the battle was on, and n.o.body ever suggested that we should quit. Even if we lost the Vistula, if we could kill enough of them, the rest of the army might have a chance. By midnight of the fifth day, we were down to nineteen boats.
We couldn"t patrol much that night. All of the boats had to go back to East Gate to replenish supplies, and our crews were exhausted, physically and emotionally. At dawn, we found three bridges more than half completed across the river, and we lost four more boats taking them out. The enemy had found a target that we couldn"t refuse.
But after that, they were back to throwing rocks at us. Our best guess was that they had simply run out of oil.
Yet there seemed to be as many Mongols as ever, despite the fact that there were long stretches of riverbank strewn with their dead. Near Sandomierz, the enemy dead were more than ten yards deep in some places, and still they kept coming, like lemmings to their deaths.
We were hardly patrolling north of Czersk at all, since our boats were generally more than half out of ammunition by the time they got there. Our strategy, if it could be called that, was no longer to hold the Vistula. We knew we couldn"t. It was simply to kill as many of the enemy as possible, and that was easier to do near our base.
Every night, I sent a message to Duke Henryk, begging him to advance with whatever men he had available. And every day, I waited for his reply, in vain.
Interlude Four I hit the STOP b.u.t.ton.
"Tom, I just can"t believe the numbers of Mongols he"s fighting."
"Believe it. At the time, those tribes of herdsmen had a population of over eight million, of which three million counted as fighting men. It wasn"t as if they had to leave most of their men home to run the factories. Many of the Mongol warriors were on garrison duty, but they got most of their front-line troops from their conquered subjects. Most of those men Conrad was killing weren"t Mongols. They were Iranians, Bactrians, Chinese, Russians, and what have you. Conrad mentions that they didn"t seem to care if they lost men. They didn"t. The troops they were losing were subject populations that were just surplus to them. Throwing them at the Poles was just another way of killing them off. Conrad"s estimates were too conservative. All told, he killed over two million men at the Vistula."
"Those Chinese catapults had crews made up of prisoners, many of them Polish peasants. I suppose it"s a good thing that Conrad didn"t know the truth. He couldn"t have done anything but what he did, but it would have been rough on his conscience."
"Wow. I"d always thought that the Mongols won so often because of superior tactics and strategy."
"It didn"t take much to have tactics superior to those of the Europeans of the time. Like the j.a.panese of the same period, Westerners simply never trained as groups. It was all part of the mystique of knighthood. All their training was purely individual training, and one to one, the Europeans were inferior to no one. But their only group tactic was to get in a line and run at the enemy, mostly all at the same time."
"Also, it"s a normal human thing to praise your enemy to the skies. It makes you look better if you win and not so bad when you lose.
"I don"t know how many times I"ve heard Americans praise the fighting ability of Germans, for example, despite the fact that in all the time that there was a country named Germany, the Germans won only one small war, fighting little France alone, while losing a lot of big ones that they were foolish enough to start.
In fact, the Germans were lousy fighters and their strategy was always absurd. It just feels better to say that you conquered a race of heroes than to admit that you blew away a bunch of d.a.m.n fools."
"Huh. Another thing. Why didn"t the Mongol delegation look Mongolian?" I said.
"Because the Mongolians were originally a Caucasian people, not an Oriental one. They only became Oriental after the conquest of China, thirty years after the time of this story, in our timeline, when for a hundred years, five or six generations, every Mongolian man came home with a dozen Chinese wives. A thing like that changes the blood lines pretty thoroughly. The Mongol of later centuries was racially and culturally a totally different animal. Devout pacifists, most of them."
"Oh."
I hit the START b.u.t.ton.
Chapter Nineteen.
FROM THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SIR VLADIMIR CHARNETSKI.
Finally, we know where we are going! My riders didn"t find Duke Boleslaw"s army, but Count Lambert"s flyers did. They were proceeding up the Vistula from the north, and it looked as if we could meet up with them near Sandomierz.
When we were within a day of getting there, I collected a dozen of the Big People and set out ahead of my troops to talk to the duke. We got there at dusk, and were eventually escorted in to see the young man.