Starting with God's perspective, how to lose an interstellar war?

"Unidentified vessel detected!"

The sensor operator's voice was almost a scream.

"Two ships! Right in our warp path!"

Wells' heart sank.

Before he could react, the launch ports on the underside of both reconnaissance ships opened simultaneously.

Six cylindrical devices were ejected and unfolded into a honeycomb structure in the void, their surfaces instantly lighting up with dense red dots.

Transition jammer.

Moreover, it's a special model.

It is not a conventional jamming signal transmitter, but a physical space anchoring device.

Once activated, they form a miniature gravity well that lasts for three minutes, completely disrupting the curvature of space within a million kilometers.

Forcing a jump in such a disruptive field is tantamount to driving blindfolded into a storm.

"No--"

Wells's screams were drowned out by the piercing alarm.

All six jammers were activated simultaneously.

In that instant, the space centered on the jammer seemed to be violently kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

The propagation path of light was distorted, the distant star map appeared as a double image, and the readings of the ship's sensors fluctuated wildly.

Most fatally, the Imperial Glory's warp drive overloaded within a second.

"Flight engine forcibly shut down!"

The project manager's voice was filled with despair.

"Space anchoring field interference! We're locked in!"

Inside the Imperial Glory, the hum of the warp engines abruptly ceased, replaced by violent vibrations caused by the energy backlash.

On the control panel, one-third of the indicator lights turned red instantly, and warning messages flooded the screen like a waterfall.

Engine damage level: 37%!

"Shield generator overload!"

"Main power pipeline leak!"

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Wells slammed his fists into the control panel again and again, oblivious to the blood breaking from his knuckles.

"Those two reconnaissance ships... they've been waiting for this moment!"

He finally understood.

Why did these two reconnaissance ships maintain a "perfect" distance in all previous battles?

Why are they able to appear in the most dangerous positions at the most critical moments?

Because from beginning to end, this is all part of a scheme.

The battleship created panic with its terrifying firepower, forcing them to make the decision to make an emergency jump.

These two reconnaissance ships were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment they revealed their throats to strike a fatal blow.

"Fire! Bomb those two reconnaissance ships to smithereens!"

Wells' voice was distorted with rage.

"Main gun system is restarting, requires at least—"

"Use close-in weapon systems! Use missiles! Anything! Fire!"

The order has been issued.

The three nearest Imperial destroyers turned their guns around, the close-in weapon system's matrix began charging, and the protective covers of the missile launchers slid open.

But just 0.3 seconds before the first laser beam was fired.

The two Shadowless-class reconnaissance ships disappeared again.

It's not conventional stealth—the ship's outline fades rapidly on the sensor screen, like an ink droplet dissolving in water, disappearing completely in less than two seconds.

Only the warp disruptor continued to flash in the void, like six mocking eyes.

"They...have disappeared again?"

The adjutant's voice carried an air of absurdity.

"Quantum teleportation field!"

Wells gritted his teeth.

"This isn't conventional optical camouflage; it's quantum-level disorientation! When did the Federation acquire this technology?!"

There is no answer.

But he didn't intend to wait to die.

"All fleet, abandon warp jump attempt."

Wells' voice regained the composure of a veteran, a cold and clear-headedness born from despair.

"Switch to maximum propulsion mode for nuclear fusion engine, adjust heading to 127, and tilt angle to -5."

Discard all unnecessary payloads—backup power compartments, redundant armor plates, and even parts of the ammunition depot.

I want every ship to reach 115% of its design speed limit.

"commander!"

The project manager lost his voice.

"That would overload the engine!"

It will last for a maximum of 30 minutes.

"30 minutes is enough."

Wells interrupted him, tracing an escape route on the tactical screen with his finger.

"In 30 minutes, we can cover a distance of at least 3 million kilometers."

It will take them quite a while to catch up!

He turned to the communications officer.

"Issue final orders to the Dragon Lizard Fleet: Do everything in its power to hold off the pursuing enemy fleet."

Regardless of cost or loss.

"Delay it for as long as possible."

The bridge was deathly silent.

Everyone understood what this order meant.

Send the remaining nine starships of the Dragon Lizard Fleet to hold off at least eight elite Federation ships, enemies that are superior in equipment, morale, and command.

This is a sacrifice tactic.

A naked, cold-blooded tactic of sacrificing subordinates to save the main force.

The communications officer's fingers trembled, but he still sent the encrypted command.

Three seconds later, a reply came.

Only two words:

【Yes, sir.】

That was the Dragon Lizard Fleet's final response.

In deep space, the nine starships of the Dragon Lizard Fleet began to turn.

Most of them are older models—three Raider-class cruisers and six Dagger-class destroyers.

The ship's hull is covered with signs of battle damage, and most of its shield readings are below 40%.

But they did not hesitate or slow down; instead, they formed a loose interception line to meet the pursuing Federation fleet.

"Enemy ships, turn to engage!"

On the bridge of the Thunder, Captain Meng Changfeng stared at the sensor screen with a furrowed brow.

"They're trying to stall us."

Qin Beiwang's calm voice came through the communication channel.

"Then so be it. The entire ship, fire at will."

Prioritize eliminating cruisers; deal with destroyers later.

The order has been issued.

The six Shadowmoon-class destroyers were the first to react.

They scattered like a pack of wolves, forming pairs, and pounced on the dragon lizard fleet from three directions.

The scorching barrage of rapid-fire cannons intertwined in the vacuum, forming a web of death.

The Thunder cruised on the perimeter, its main guns firing with precision and ruthlessness with every single shot.

The first shot hit the shield generator of a Raider-class ship, and the second shot pierced through the engine room of the same ship.

The flash of the explosion was like a signal flare in the darkness.

The dragon lizard fleet is retaliating.

The old plasma turret spewed out green energy beams, and missiles roared out of the launch silo.

However, in terms of both accuracy and power, it is not on the same level as the firepower of the Federation fleet.

The first Kinzhal-class destroyer was destroyed 47 seconds after the start of the engagement.

A salvo from the two Shadowmoon-class ships tore its vulnerable side armor to shreds.

The second one was at 52 seconds.

The Thunder's main guns hit its bridge directly.

"They're throwing their lives away."

"Thunder's tactical officer said in a low voice."

"They could have tried to retreat, or scattered and escaped..."

"Because I received a direct order."

Meng Changfeng stared at the imperial ships that were still putting up a stubborn fight, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Using oneself as a human shield to buy time for the main force. This tactic... is truly ruthless."

It was ruthless, but effective.