Aegean Sea, Lemnos

The salty breeze gently flutters the white sails and blows over the green islands of bushes.

In the distant past, the starry islands of the Aegean Sea were all the core territories of the Eastern Roman Empire. But at this moment when the imperial authority was withering, most of the islands in the Aegean Sea had been divided between the Genoese, Venetians, Turks, and Crusader principalities, or simply reduced to the stronghold of pirate gangs, leaving only the barren and desolate island of Lemnos, which was still under the rule of the Roman emperor for the time being.

Despite this, the more than 1,000 Greek fishermen on the island of Lemnos rarely saw Eastern Roman warships flying double-headed eagles on the sea. The occasional ships that come here belong to either treacherous Italian merchants or vicious pirates - barren lands, raging storms, and pirates plundering the inhabitants of Lemnos are forever in fear and struggling to survive with hunger and a full meal. The prosperity and prosperity that once existed in the golden age of empires is like a distant dream, long buried under the deep sea.

In April 1453, a fleet of Eastern Roman Empires flying the flag of a double-headed eagle visited the desolate island, often battered by pirates and storms. Then, in the midst of the sincere fear of the officials and citizens of the island, Emperor Constantine XI proudly set foot on his only overseas territory, and personally announced the edict that the entire inhabitants of the island should be prepared for a mass relocation in order to enrich the population of the capital.

Immediately afterwards, the rude rebuke of the soldiers in bright armor. Under the persuasion of the Orthodox priest in black, the only poor fishermen on the island, with the emperor's reward of five gold coins per person "demolition fee", reluctantly packed up what little belongings they had, and with a vision of a new life in Constantinople, bid farewell to the dilapidated huts and sheepfolds, and set sail on their respective fishing boats. The imperial officials who were stationed in the country also left the barren island with mixed feelings and mixed feelings with letters of appointment from the capital, Constantinople, and money from the emperor.

And then. The fleet of Constantinople, which had arrived here with the Imperial convoy, and the Genoese merchant ships hired to transport the inhabitants, also returned to Constantinople on the shores of the Sea of Marmara.

Only one dinghy, the Shiratori, said to belong to the Tatars, and the imperial flagship of Emperor Bixia remained, which had not yet left the island.

When the barren island, which had been deserted, was finally almost deserted, Constantine XI, dressed in purple robes, stood in a deserted cabbage field on the hillside against the sea breeze. Looking at the empty fishing village and the sea, I couldn't help but sigh with great melancholy.

-- The land that truly belongs to the Eastern Roman Emperor. It's going to be one less piece again.

In its heyday, the ancient Roman Empire once collapsed the three continents of Europe, Asia and Africa, turning the entire Mediterranean Sea into a "Roman Lake", with a territory of 6 million square kilometers. But in the hands of Emperor Constantine XI, the entire remnants of the Eastern Roman Empire had shrunk to the point that only Moria, Constantinople and the island of Lemnos remained. Among them, Moria is still a highly independent vassal state, and the emperor usually does not control it at all.

And now, in order to find a suitable dump for the remaining nuclear waste, he has to take out this lonely island.

In fact. Under his name as emperor, there was originally a more remote and inhospitable island of Thassos, but the problem was that long before Sultan Mehmed II laid siege to Constantinople, Thassos was easily captured by the Turks. Today, a Turkish castle has been added to the island, and hundreds of soldiers are stationed there. Now, with only a handful of mercenaries around the emperor, he can't attack it for a while.

Furthermore. In the deplorable situation of the Venetians completely controlling the sea and the Imperial Navy not even controlling the Golden Horn, the islands of the Aegean Sea, far from the capital and lacking production, were as tasteless as chicken ribs...... Rather than keep this island that is easy to attack and difficult to defend. It would be better to move the island's population and fill the capital, Constantinople, which was now also deserted and in dire need of labor, to keep the resources expended in order to defend the place.

At this thought, Emperor Constantine XI's mood gradually relaxed, and he immediately took out a scroll of letterhead from his pocket, unfolded it against the spring sun of the Aegean Sea, and read it carefully again.

However, after reading a few lines, he heard a sound of footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, he found that Wang Qiuzheng was walking over with a tired face.

“…… How? Comrade Wang Qiu, is the nuclear waste at the other end of the wormhole ready? I thought you'd have to toss around for a few days! ”

The emperor casually rolled up the letterhead and asked Wang Qiu, "...... Fifty times the difference in time flow, you seem to have only been there for ten minutes! ”

“…… Where to use and how to prepare! The nuclear waste and the remains of highly radioactive buildings that were piled up in the Fukushima radiation zone last time have not yet been thrown away! Wang Qiu stretched his waist and replied, "...... Have your army and your people withdrawn? ”

“…… The evacuation is over, leaving me with only one boat for myself, plus your Shiratori. The Emperor replied.

“…… Heh, huh? Then I'm going to get to work. Wang Qiu muttered while yawning, "...... This time, I found an isolated island where no one bothered, and I could finally transfer nuclear waste with confidence and boldness, so as not to be scared away by the Turkish cavalry halfway through the matter......"

“…… Alas, you are comfortable, but I am about to become the emperor of the lonely city - after the loss of this island, I have no more territory in my hands than the capital city of Constantinople! In this regard, Emperor Bixia took over the conversation without resentment.

“…… What's the solution? The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come! In life, there are always trade-offs! ”

The former Prime Minister of Kotori Yu Mahaku also came over at some point, and deliberately stood on tiptoe, made a great appearance, reached out and patted the shoulder of Emperor Constantine XI and comforted, "...... With our help and your efforts, if nothing else happens, your country should soon be able to grab more land in Asia Minor and restore a little of the glory of the Roman Empire to a lesser extent...... At the very least, once this 'radiating line' across the Black Sea and the Mediterranean Sea is formed, you don't have to worry about a land invasion in the direction of Europe, do you? ”

“…… But the price is to build an impenetrable wall of radiation with nuclear waste, to cut off the entire Thracian region from the center, and to turn this former Gyeonggi hinterland of the Eastern Roman Empire into a radioactive wasteland......" Emperor Bixia replied sullenly, Emperor Constantine XI, "...... It is true that the enemies from Europe will never be able to peek at Constantinople from the land again, but the empire will also have to give up the lost territory of Europe forever...... Alas, it is a blessing that Rome can survive in this era, and it is really not to ask for anything more......"

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