How Gauling

The Gauls were a serious headache. They kept flinging themselves at my vastly superior armies, dying in droves on the tips of my javelins or at the snapping maws of my stocky war dogs. But still they came.

Note to leader of Gallic warbands: bare-chested skirmishers do not hold up well under a rain of flaming arrows. Just thought you would like to know.

In the end, I took their main stronghold and proceeded to administer the genital cuff to every resident. Actually I slaughtered the entire population. I like to think of it as tough love.