บท 644: Acre Has Fallen

The thunder of guns echoed in the air outside the city of Acre. The city's brave defenders continued to fire their rifled muskets onto the enemy formations, creating a wall of death as the minie ball projectiles tore through the iron armor of the crusaders as if it were made of tissue paper. With the echo of every volley, the scent of fresh blood would accompany it. 

Though the city's walls were primitive in so far as they were not based upon the star principle that the German Empire used, they held firm against the measly one and six-pound cannon balls which sought to bring them down.