The Siege of Sparta
After taking Corinth with almost no resistance, the Roman legion moved on the the last obstacle of Roman Power in the South. Sparta. The Greek garrison there was large, and it seemed that Greek practicality had ovetaken Spartan tradition, as the city now had some stone walls.
Amulius could hardly believe his ears when he heard his scout's report. 240 Spartans... not to mention the 1500 other angry Greek Soldiers. This would not be an easy siege...
Dionysius of Sparta stood with his Spartans and prepared them for the hard day ahead. As the Spartans sat and ate their breakfast, he stood on a podium ro address them with a rousing speech. He said the them "The Roman scum DARE to try and take our city today! I say to them NO! We will not let filthy barbarians dirty our hallowed streets of our proud city! This is where we hold them! This is where we fight! This is where they DIE! Spartans! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty, for tonight we dine in Hell!"
The rumble of the ram could be heard across the outskirts of Sparta and behind came the glimmer of the legion. Unlike the Athenians, the Spartans were not awed in any way and made ready for the killing to come. One Spartan, named Stelios, noticed that many pebbles were falling of the wall. He asked Dionysius "Is that an earthquake?" "No captain," Dionysius replied. "Battle formations."
"Archers!" a centurion yelled. "FIRE!" Across the entire landscape it seemed for a split second that the only sound it the world was a loud twang. 3 seconds later, when the arrows made it to the walls, the only sound that could be heard was the screams of men.
Despite gallons of hot oil falling upon them, the hired Thracian Mercenaries continued to work the ram as the promise of a fortune in god beckoned. One in particular, Damoses, found the action exciting and thrilling. Of course, he was only 17 years old so these things seemed challenging rather than horrifing. He worked the ram despite the screams of those around him and did not relent until he saw the huge wooden doors burst open and spray splinters. The charged with his fellow soldiers into the mass of red beyond the gate. The flash of a Spartan spear was the last thing he ever saw.
Despite the hold-up at the gate, Amulius was confident his plan would succeed. Unbenownst to the Spartans, a second ram was coming in to the East, carried by peasants, and prepared to let 4 battalions of equites into the Spartan rear.
The horde of horsemen burst into the city and made a beeline to the enormus mass of spearmen facing the gate. Not a single Greek soldier, even the Spartans, saw the charge before it was too late. The regular Greeks broke, leaving the surrounded and gravely outnumbered Spartans to meet death. But not until they took 800 roman soldiers and 250 horsemen witht them.
Amulius stood in the middle of Sparta, in the town square. Despite the enormus loss of Roman troops, the facilites in the city were more than enough to process replacments from Italy. Historic Greece was conqured, but yet more enclaves still remained. Macedon, Pergamum, and Rhodes still beckoned to his armies. he would not rest until every Greek was beaten and enslaved. Or dead...