The Emperor drew his sword, and the battlefield fell silent.
The Turkish captain watched from the breach. Those walls had stood for over 1000 years. They had held against Goths, Persians and Crusaders. But the Goths, Persians and Crusaders hadn’t had cannons.
Once, our forefathers owned the continent. From Palestine to Britannia. Now, we’re just this one city.
Times change.
The Emperor Constantine looked around. At the tired remnants of his people. At the hole in the once-impregnable walls. At the massed ranks of the Turks.
“For Rome!”
We charged, falling on them with the fury of Caesar.
Rome fell.
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