"I'm just a woman. If you can't mind me expressing my superficial opinions." Gao Nailia raised her lips. She seemed to be a young girl in front of the old general.

"Of course, of course, speak your opinion, my dear." The strand of hair in front of Pompey's forehead bulged, opened his hands, stood in the wet sand washed by the sea, shouting.

"I always think that a spy's words are never as credible as a general's words. Generals are all acted as citizens of the regular republic. They have courage and morality. No one can know what spies are for." This is Takanoriya's answer, but she added shyly, "Of course, it's up to your generals to make a truly wise decision after meeting."

Pompei nodded with a smile.

However, in the following joint meeting, most generals, Tulas, Aphranius, Surpius, etc., did not advocate Pompeius going to Greece because they all had their own selfish intentions. For example, Tulas hoped that Pompeius would stay in his own jurisdiction, so that it would be extremely easy to promote his position, and his status as the war zone in the Aphilica province naturally rose. Aphranius believed that only when Pompei stayed here, the most precious combat power they relied on, the King Juba of Mauritania, could accept the dispatch of Rome. As we all know, this chief was rebellious and killing, and only with Pompeius' reputation could he be suppressed.

As for, Surpisius was not interested in the wars in the rest of the areas. He hoped that Pompeius would stay in Africa, so that he would recruit enough troops and ships as soon as possible, counterattack Sicily as soon as possible, and re-emerge on Italian lands. He marched towards Rome. Regained his own political power and drove Caesar's dirty veterans out of Julia's Hall. "The solution should be straightforward. Our goal is to the city of Rome, so just walk there, that's that simple!" This is Surpisius' recent catchphrase.

The generals soon started a fierce argument because of their own ulterior motives and thoughts, but one thing they were the same. That was, they did not agree to Pompeii's trip to Greece, believing that if Pompeii had escaped from Brindisi, if he had gone to Greece, Gabinus and Marcelas would not have let him go. "As for Xiaoya, Egypt and the East, Scipio was in charge, and as for the front-line war zone, Gabinus was enough. If you go there again, it would be unnecessary."

Amid the quarrel, Pompey sat tiredly in front of the sand table. He looked at the miniature mountains and rivers carved with wax in front of him, and his eyes became more and more dissipated. He was old, although only a few years older than his opponent Caesar, but slowly, the sand table expanded, and the artificial landscape on it became real, continuous seas, steep cliffs, screaming seabirds soaring in the wind. At the port of Brindisi, various ships, sampans and even door panels and floats were spliced ​​together, full of soldiers paddling with paddlers. Even though the cold wind on the sea was biting, they did not dare to wear armor and helmets, but tied them together with equipment and clothes, and people were wearing sweatshirts, because no one was afraid of being fully armed, and if a wave hit him, he would fall into the abyss without any strength to struggle, and even the corpse could not be found.

Even so, the entire port and even the sea in front of him were spectacular. Anthony could be said to have achieved the ultimate. He sat on a sampan himself. He would probably be unforgettable to the feeling after going up. As long as there were insignificant waves, everyone seemed to be in an earthquake, shaking up and down, left and right. However, after the damn waves passed, even if they were wet, they could still sit on a simple bench. After a long time, Anthony adapted and shouted loudly, "Try hard! Now it is the northwest wind, and we really can't wait for the authentic west wind, so we must keep our course."

But there were two ships, with no heavy horses or soldiers on it, because Anthony was about to use them as a tow after arriving on the other side, but unfortunately, it was precisely because of its lightness that the northwest wind quickly blew the two ships away from the route set by Anthony, aimlessly, and actually drifted towards Corfu.

Over there, the fleet of black sailed over Maximus, carrying four hundred cavalry and one thousand light infantry, about sixty ships, and halfway through Marclus in the Cape Peloponnese: he collected thirty ships from Crete and Rhodes, and immediately went to Greece to assist in the war.

After capturing the two empty ships, interrogating the crew, and determining the direction of the wind, Maximus immediately learned that Anthony was crossing the sea in a large scale, and immediately rowed against the wind and rushed towards the north sea area with Marclus's fleet.

When Anthony's sampan was in the distance, he could see the fleet that Maximus came to see, the distance between the two was only several Stadia, and this number was also the distance between him and the shore. "The soldiers were ready to fight, and the paddlers insisted on paddling!" At this point, Anthony could only scream like this. In fact, it was a bluff. The soldiers who didn't even have armor, what were they going to fight against the enemy, let alone the pity that was the board and the skin that was so pitiful.

The soldiers could clearly see the enemy fleet that was pressing like mountains and the sprint distance of two Furlongs. As long as they crossed this section, Maximus would order to completely destroy Anthony's fleet with terrifying horns, or raindrop rockets and fire pots.

"Is it really not that Hercules' luck today?" Anthony thought to himself. At this moment, he suddenly saw the seabirds above his head suddenly with difficulty and began to stay in the air in groups - the wind direction suddenly changed!

The northwest wind suddenly turned into a strong southwest wind. Before Maximus could give the order to get off the sail and fight, the sails instantly became full. With all the ships, they rushed towards the cliffs and reefs on the shore at a speed of lightning speed...

There was chaos below. All the ships and sampans on both sides were scraped to the same rocky beach at the same time. At this moment, Anthony's simple ferry was effective. The soldiers could easily jump out of shallow water, climbed ashore, and grabbed any weapons, hooks, scythes and daggers. Maximus's tall ships were smashed into the rocks in the hurricane. The paddlers and soldiers fell into the water with the deck fragments. The hooks were full of dead bodies and half breath left.
Chapter completed!