The glittering sands of Parthia

53 BC, somewhere near the village of Carrhae Arrows rain down upon the Roman legionnaires from all directions, pinning hands to shields and feet to the dusty, blood-stained ground. Dying by the dozen, the soldiers’ hope is fading. They are unable to advance or even engage the constantly moving horsemen who pelt arrows their way... Continue Reading →

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