The final showdown. The last of gallic wars.
In a fortified settlement. A gallic opidum.
A confrontation against these foreign tribes.
If the gods smile upon us now , the roman empire shall expand.

Now let rome's glory to shine.
Greatest battle of our times.

The cavalry rides on , with besiegers drawning near.
Alesia's people starve and reek of fear.
Our soldiers stand in line and they wait for the command…and so it begins.

Amidst turmoil , the legions march on through the night.
No legionnaire shall not besmirch rome's greatest general to live.

Julius ceasar's strategic mastery shall lead us all to dominance , shall bring us victory.
Those who oppose us will all beg for their lives.
The fortification we built , endures the blows that it will take.

The relief force has arrived.
The next day they attacked twice.

Our commanders brought troops from the remotest forts. They all were summoned here to aid our cause.
The enemy's comrades retreated to their base and thus we conquered.

The hostile reinforcements lead a simultaneous attack , but it's proven unsuccessful so they will have to withdraw and flee.
Our troops are outnumbered by the gauls by four to one.
But our strategic skill will stand second to none and we will prevail.

Through the debris and the flames we're marching.
We go down in history forever…and ever.
On the verge of conquest stand.
Through the debris and the flames we're marching.
We go down in history forever…and ever.
We came , we saw and we conquered. Left ashes in our wake.

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