After what must have been a night of heavy drinking, the Great General of Carthage decided he was ‘finally gonna get those bloody Romans!’
He gathered up the state Treasury and set off toward the ice-capped Italian Alps with a barbarian horde complete with 37 elephants.
You may know him as ‘Hannibal’.
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