Aegean Sea, northwest of the Andros Islands.

Artemisia gently brushed back the long hair that covered her eyes, and stood on the bow of the ship, she had been sleepless all night the night, her gaze looking into the distance, where the morning sun had just risen.

Originally, he was staying in Andros on the first battleship, and he exchanged promises with Raysa, but now it is not necessary, after his battle with Resa last night, all the bones of half of Ressa's body have been shattered, and now he is still lying in the cabin, dying, unable to fulfill his promise at all, so there is no need to stay in Andros anymore.

The sunrise over the sea is a special one, especially in this exotic place, where the cold morning breeze blows Artemisia's black clothes with a salty smell, and the morning sun casts a golden veil of light that envelops everything in the world, especially the surging sea, like a golden and warm soup.

Around her, there were countless Persian warships, which swarmed her in the middle of the sea.

The cold iron skin, the black outfit, and the bloodthirsty smell on everyone's face are incompatible with the atmosphere created by the rising sun, and not only that, but the entire Persian fleet, with tens of thousands of warships, is ominous and dark.

Everywhere they went, the temperature of the sun dropped a little, and from a distance there was always a shadow that hung vaguely around the entire fleet, and likewise a great shadow hung over the hearts of the Greeks.

Hellenic coalition, the residence of the commander of Themistocles.

The atmosphere was terrifying, and all those who attended the pre-war meeting had a sense of unease and gloom on their faces, as if the Persian army had breached the gates of Athens.

Themistocles looked at the map hanging on the wall with blazing eyes, and after half a ring, he said expressionlessly: "I think everyone here already knows that the Persian navy has left the Andros Islands, and there will be a knock on the door of Athens this afternoon!" ”

There was a sigh in the room, and an old man in a gorgeous robe stood up tremblingly.

"Mistocles, what are we going to do now?"

"Let's get out of Athens!"

As soon as Themistocles finished speaking, the conference room immediately exploded.

"Themistocles! What are you talking about! The hawks were furious and confronted Mistocles' proposal, their faces flushed at Mistocles' words.

"Themistocles! It's true!! ”

"I firmly oppose it! Athens is the door of Greece, and once you knock on it, it will be doomed to the whole of Greece! ”

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But there are also those who are in favor, those who are familiar with the Mistocles plan.

Mistocles stroked his chin and brushed his beard, and he drew his sword from his waist and stabbed it into the floor, and then everyone fell silent, and looked at Themocles with their own thoughts.

"Argos, Corinthians, Megarans, Atticans, Athenians, this move of mine is also a helpless move, the Persian navy is superior to us in numbers, weapons, equipment, and warships, and the only thing we can compare with them is combat experience!"

Mistocles took the sword in his hand and explained it to everyone on the map.

"We should play to our strengths, fight head-on, and a dead end, Athens must not defend it!"

"Then we can't give up Athens easily!" One of Attica's generals at the back of the room questioned loudly.

"Listen!" Themistocles' amber pupils narrowed, and he said solemnly: "Temporary abandonment does not mean permanent abandonment, this is only a tactical retreat, on the contrary, we are not giving up the current Athens, but the nominal Athens." ”

"It's going to be an empty city!" Themistocles looked down at the crowd and said, "I have already consulted with the king of Athens when I docked in the Andros Islands from Persia, and at the same time, not only Athens, but also Attica, Coslin, etc., as soon as the iron hooves of the Persians set foot on your territory, you must give up your defense!" ”

"Wait!!" A shout interrupted Mistocles' words again, and a tall white man stood up, his questioning mixed with inexplicable anger.

"You're just going to make us give up our homeland!!"

After hearing what he said, most of the people in the room looked at Mistocles, who was standing in the center, with hostile expressions.

Mistocles smiled, then shook his head and stared at the crowd and said:

"No, Persia attacked Greece, the troops were divided into two routes, 500,000 troops led by Xerxes went south from Thermopylae, and now the tribes and countries of the entire north of Greece are dealing with them, the only advantage is the familiarity of their geographical location and the long march of the Persian infantry army, people are tired and tired, and the second route is Artemisia commanding 10,000 warships, directly attacking Athens, whether Xerxes or Artemisia, when they occupy the city of their dreams, they suddenly find that it is just an empty city, what will it be?"

"At the same time, a large number of soldiers are needed to defend the city, which can also disperse the Persian army, but the main thing is this!" Themistocles plunged his sword straight into a certain part of the map.

"Once, we fought side by side to repel the attack of the Persian wolves in the Darius era, and now, this pack of wolves is attacking again, let's fight side by side again!"

Everyone fell silent, and the sword marked the location of the northern coast of the island of Evieux, which had the most complex waterways in all of Greece.

"Oh, by the way, there's relatively good news," said Themistocles, and at the same time he was grateful to someone, in fact, he had been to Sparta before, but was rejected by Leonidas, and then took the token that sealed the dust and handed it to himself, so that he could get the war madmen to send troops as he wished.

"Sparta is willing to send troops!"

"That's great news!"

Mistocles glanced at the crowd and found that after he finished saying this news, most of them were obviously much more relaxed, and even some of them had a happy look on their faces, and only a few of them had the same sad eyes as before, but this was already very satisfying to themselves.

After all, the pre-war conference was not a surrender conference, its role was to unite as one, to give confidence to all, and seeing this, Mistocles once again expressed his gratitude in his heart for what someone had done for Greece.

At this time, someone, sitting on a beach on an unknown desert island.

Like Artemisia, the cold sea breeze stirred the dust that had not been cut for a long time, the long hair, the morning sun sprinkled on the magnificent sea, the deep blue water of the sea churned with white spray mixed with golden sunlight, and the wood frolicking with seabirds in the sky, all this was beautiful.

Last night's life-and-death fight with Resa didn't kill him, and then Wood took him away and landed on this unknown island, where he began to recover from his injuries, but now his health is not optimistic.

The ribs in the chest are broken, and there is also a chest piercing wound, although it is not critical, but it will take a lot of time to recover, the right arm has been broken in the hot springs, and the left arm has been broken when fighting against Raysa, and the personal information shows that the degree of physical wear and tear has reached, 37.8%.

The main thing is that the injury to his left arm has affected him a lot.

But all this did not take him to heart, he looked into the distance with a solemn gaze, and when he closed his eyes, he could feel that thousands of miles away, the drums and trumpets of war between Greece and Persia sounded again.