This is true. Indians were not out-teched. The Spanish conquest of the Incas would be a better comparison. 168 men crushed an empire, defeating thousands.

I imagine that Pizarro and his men did not possess unlimited supplies, ammo, maps, GPS, etc. For all practical purposes, they may as well have teleported into the past because they couldn't exactly helivac away back to civilization. Are our marines as bad ass as these Spaniards were?

maybe... the Spanish won because as they were marching to the empire all of the slaves started following them. It was more like a revolution. Maybe if the local people were fed up with the ruling class they could effectively start a revolution and have the power to back it up.

 

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what if what if.

 

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Beat me to it!

 

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Spaniards were trained to use ancient weaponry is the biggest difference. Once spaniards ran out of ancient gun ammo they could easily move to sword and ancient armor. Once Marines ran out of bullets they arent trained in sword and armor, they'd be out tech'd by the Romans at that point.

 

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want to know how the Marines earned the nickname devil dog, the Germans bestowed them with that name in WWI at the Battle of Belleau Woods.

Germans called them hellhounds and it translated into devil dog.

 

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That is pretty damn cool. Great story he wrote too.

 

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Teufel Hunden

 

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DAY 2

Nelson's helos launch at dawn. As they rise into the air, one crew spots a distant pillar of smoke and excitedly begins bearing down on this sign of life.

Meanwhile, the mysterious appearance of the Marines has not gone unnoticed. Peasants have fled to the home of the land's owner, Senator Aulus Terentius Varro Murena. It is 23 BC, and Murena is about to form a Republican conspiracy against Augustus Caesar. He and other Senators are deeply suspicious of the Imperator and fear that he will swamp their ancient order with newly minted Senators from his swelling armies. The appearance of a small but apparently competent armed force - with a vast array of what appears to be bizarre siege machinery - on his land makes him fear the worst. He dispatches several spies to monitor the visitors and orders his retainers to avoid the camp. He also sends messengers to his co-conspirators in the Senate.

At noon, two Sea Knight helicopters roar over Rome at 12,000 feet. Stunned, the pilots swoop in lower and lower. After a half-hour of sightseeing, coming in as low as 1,000 feet, they can no longer deny the evidence of their eyes - this is not the place or time they had occupied the day before. They leave to report. Behind them, they leave a city in chaos, as terrified Romans flee the awful creatures in the sky. Sacrificial pyres fill the city with smoke, and priests of every religion shout in the streets.

Imperator Augustus Caesar observes all of this, first as the Senate empties in the middle of a speech and then on horseback as he grimly follows the creatures to the city's borders at the head of a growing body of horsemen. As they recede into the distance, Augustus whirls and begins snapping orders. The horsemen vanish, and soon the city militia is calling for order. The three cohorts of the Praetorian Guard march from their barracks. 1,000 men take up station on the western edge of the city, while 2,000 more restore order, cracking heads where necessary.

Caesar returns to the Senate, where Murena and a few men exchange knowing glances. "My fellow Romans," he says simply, "those were machines, not creatures. I've seen enough campaigns to know the difference." Grizzled military veterans in his audience are smart enough not to dwell long on the difference between their field experience and his.

"It appears, gentlemen of the Senate, that we have a war on our hands."

 

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