Chương 288: Ex Gladio Libertas!

The battle was over before it had begun. The Ottoman Empire's only army stationed within Eastern Thrace, or left to defend it after all sides began to crumble around them, stood slaughtered. They had chosen to die rather than surrender, not that Bruno would have given them the option to do so. 

The signature red banner with the white crescent moon of the Ottoman Empire lies tattered and broken among the men who defended it to the last breath. Riddled with bullets and torn apart by shrapnel and explosions alike. 

Their bodies were as humiliating as the bolt of cloth they had fought in vain to protect, and the ideals it stood for. While Bruno was generally a man who respected the virtues commonly found within martial societies, the Ottoman Empire was not one of them.