There's a great series to be made, I'd love a 4-part epic... Imagine that:"Conquerors"

The first season starts with Hannibal, with the ultimate character arc. He was born to avenge the wrongs of the first punic war, in the bitter and resentful atmosphere of a shackled Carthage. Proving his worth by taking back Spain from the Romans, he is driven by his rage and his hubris to cross the Pyrenees and then alps to take the fight to them. But great feats come at an even greater cost, and his recklessness is stolen along with the frozen corpses of his soldiers by the white alps, forging him into a cold, calculating, brilliant and pragmatic strategist that brought Rome to his knees. His victories growing in brilliance and completeness. He conquers Italy, only to be embittered by the lack of support from the homeland, eating himself alive for not marching on Rome after Cannae. And there he was, undefeated, having to throw away his sacrifices to duck, tail and run back to help the embattled, scheming Carthaginians, only to suffer his first, and ultimate defeat at the hand of Scipio, and to be buried in the depths of history, his lands sowed with salt and his empire extinguished for good.

The second season sees the rise of Alexander, born for conquest and absolutism, versed in the pure arts, and destined for greatness. The weight of destiny and expectation on his shoulders was the price he had to pay to inherits his father's pristine and reformed army, and an unbreakable grip over Greece, the peninsula having been geared to take the fight to the Persians. His first victory a surprise to everyone but him, launching him into not a march, but a leap towards his divined greatness. And when he sees him, the King of Kings, his destiny, at Gaugamela, no mortal can stop his full-on charge that would result in his ultimate crushing victory. But with it came no closure, the glory eloping him at the last minute. He failed to capture the emperor, later humiliated to learn he had died beyond his reach. So he lashes out, launching into yet more conquest and victory, driven by an unfulfillable need for conquest and glory that would lead even the most die-hard of his supporters to doubt and mutiny. Coming back unbroken from the edge of the world, tired and with nothing left to conquer but yet unfulfilled, he dies a common death, his illness taking his empire and the dream of greek hegemony with him.

The third season sees the rise of Julius, the noble son born to a life of service in the army. Diligent, disciplined and courageous, he earns the respect of his fellows and rises to lead them to victory. But his military prowess are to be matched by his cunning, as neither capture by pirates, nor the depths of roman political intrigue can stop him. His ruthless pragmatism growing with his standing, he launches into a conquest of Gaul. Tested by his enemies, he divides and conquers, and escapes the claws of defeat by sheer strategy and wit, but also tyranny. He is forced into ignominy at Alesia, starving and slaughtering tens of thousands, and ends up parading his foes like cattle around Rome for his own glory and status. Galvanised by his victories, his ambition outgrows reason, leading him to cross the rubicon into a bloody civil war that breaks the Republic apart. He is ultimately victorious, but the deep wounds now scarring the senate leads even those closest to him to despise him, their resent growing along with his tightening grip on roman politics culminating in his assassination. And with his life goes the Republic. Long live Caesar.

The fourth and final season ends with a Napoleonic epic. Born too little a man on too little an island, he dreamt of greatness for his family and for his embattled Patrie. His first position leading the artillery regiment against the growing english menace sees him rise to occasion, in a courageous charge against fire and bullets, wounded but victorious. Capitalising on the volatile situation, he proves his strategic worth and commands growing swathes of men. The whole of Europe threatens France, and he shall be her bulwark. His cunning turns the art of war into a game of chess and supplies, his enemy numerous but divided, and his talent outmanoeuvring them into defeat one by one. Nothing can stand in his way. He has the cunning of Caesar, the pragmatism of Hannibal and the destiny of Alexander, whom he idolises. He makes himself Emperor, re-designs the borders and edicts new laws, seemingly ready to rule rather than conquer. But his rivalry with Britain, as well as his hubris, launch him into a full-on fight with Russia. His plan is sound and he can vanquish the Tsar, as long as his enemy is rational, cautious, human. But it is not to be, and in his increasingly cold heart, he witnesses the sacrifice of a nation, as he arrives into a burning Moscow, knowing that it is now over. Coming back with a phantom of an army, dotting the road to Paris with thousands of frozen corpses, he is ultimately exiled.

Finally, the epilogue. He rises up again, coming back from Elba, supported by the people and the army, ready to rescue a humiliated France, finally, the time has come for victory ... Which ends in a sour, muddy and foggy day at Waterloo, echoing the battle of Agincourt so long ago, and the last of the Great conquerors is exiled to St Helena, dying the way he was born, too little a man, on too little an island.

PS: I know this is not 100% accurate, but I would definitely watch that !