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

But it was too late.

Of the three cruisers, two managed to maneuver in time.

"North Star".

Because the interference feedback from the fire control system was delayed by 0.3 seconds, the evasive action was half a beat slower.

That last half-beat determined life and death.

Four beams of energy shot out from the cannons of the Brown Bear Fleet, traversing 400,000 kilometers of space.

Three of them grazed the side of the North Star, causing the shields to flash violently but not break.

The fourth strike accurately hit the middle of the ship's hull.

Not the aiming point.

According to the actual trajectory of the North Wind, this attack should have missed.

However, the interference from the Firefox fleet caused the Northwind's own fire control system to send incorrect evasion commands to the ship's onboard computer.

The computer "thinks" it should turn 15 degrees to the left, but actually turns 8 degrees to the right.

Thus, the North Star "collided" with the beam of death that it should have missed.

The flames of the explosion burst outside the observation window of the Ironridger.

The four-kilometer-long hull of the Beixing broke in half, and the uncontrolled blue-white light from the reactor gushed out from the crack, and then...

The second, even bigger explosion.

The entire cruiser transformed into a rapidly expanding fireball, with metal fragments raining down in all directions.

There was a deathly silence on the bridge.

The list of casualties began to scroll: North Star, 327 crew members, confirmed survivors... zero.

"them……"

A young officer murmured.

"They made us kill ourselves..."

It wasn't a direct attack, but a decoy.

Inducing your system to err, inducing your ships to make incorrect maneuvers, and inducing you to use your own mistakes to help the enemy achieve their precision.

It doesn't directly take your life; it makes you an accomplice to your own death.

Zhao Rui stared at the still-spreading cloud of debris, his facial muscles twitching violently.

But he didn't roar or curse; he simply turned slowly to face the artillery sergeant.

"Turn it off."

His voice was hoarse.

"Turn off all automatic fire control, turn off ballistic prediction, and turn off motion compensation."

Switch the aiming system to the most basic [manual-optical-fixed lead] mode.

The artillery sergeant was stunned.

"But Commander, at a distance of 50 kilometers, the accuracy of manually aiming wouldn't exceed..."

"Then let quantity make up for quality."

Zhao Rui interrupted him, his eyes bloodshot.

"The entire fleet shall switch to saturation fire."

Do not aim at a single ship; aim at the entire sector of the enemy fleet formation.

Instead of focusing on firing accuracy, use firepower density.

He paused, then added the last sentence.

"Furthermore, all evasive maneuvers on all ships have been switched to manual operation."

Don't trust the flight paths suggested by computers anymore.

The order has been issued.

The eleven remaining starships of the Uranus fleet began to change tactics.

Instead of locking onto a single target, the gun barrels began to sweep across the area.

Missiles no longer pursue precision guidance, but instead focus on area saturation attacks.

The hit rate plummeted further to 40%, and the accuracy rate was almost zero.

But this time, the brown bear fleet finally slowed down.

Because when overwhelming artillery fire no longer aims to "hit the vital points" but rather to "just hit the target," even the most precise electronic jamming cannot allow a massive fleet to completely avoid all attacks.

A beam of energy grazed the shield of the Brown Bear Fleet flagship.

Two stray bullets struck the side of an electronic warfare ship in the Firefox fleet.

Three missiles exploded in the Imperial fleet formation. Although they did not hit directly, the shrapnel caused the shield readings of several destroyers to begin to drop.

Extensive, inefficient, and wasteful of ammunition.

But it works.

Because the Imperial fleet had to begin dispersing its formation.

We have to use more energy to maintain the shield.

They had to slow down to perform more complex maneuvers to evade the unpredictable barrage of fire.

The forward speed decreased from 150,000 kilometers per second to 100,000 kilometers per second, and then to 70,000 kilometers per second.

Time was dragged out little by little.

Zhao Rui looked at the red dots on the tactical screen that were finally starting to slow down, at his team's hit rate plummeting to 35%, and at the mixed expressions of grief and determination on everyone's faces in the bridge.

He knew that this was just trading ammunition for time and the lives of his crew for distance.

But he knew even more that this was the only thing he could do before Yang Shao's main force arrived.

"The entire ship."

His voice was transmitted through the communications channels to every Federation starship still in battle.

"Maintain coverage fire. Accuracy isn't required, just density."

Make them pay a price for every kilometer they advance.

He looked out the observation window, where the Imperial fleet was making its way through a dense but chaotic barrage of fire.

Behind that barrage of fire, the seventh jump point floated silently in the void.

Like the only calm in the eye of a storm.

Just when the Uranus fleet's firepower network was beginning to thin and its ammunition reserves were about to run out, it was in dire straits.

On the other side of deep space, a massive fleet is slowly approaching.

The entire fleet maintained its complete battle formation, like a metal behemoth leaping out of the abyss, instantly filling the entire airspace behind the Wells fleet.

The main force of the Iron Fist Squadron has arrived.

The flagship battleship "Indomitable" was in the center, its hull gleaming with a cold gray sheen under the starlight.

On either side of it were twelve starships of the Neptune Fleet, thirteen starships of the Polaris Fleet, twelve starships of the Vega Fleet, and elite starships of the direct fleet.

More than 49 Federation main starships were deployed on the battlefield in just ten seconds.

Instead of opening fire immediately, they quickly deployed into a huge semi-encircling arc, with all their cannons pointed at the rear of the Wells fleet.

That was the location of the Poison Spiders and the Ranger fleet, and also the weakest point in the Imperial formation.

Inside the bridge of the Imperial Glory, the sensor alarms were blaring so loudly they were almost piercing eardrums.

"A large-scale Federation fleet has appeared behind us!"

The operator's voice was filled with terror.

"Number...more than 49!"

It's the main force of the Iron Fist Fleet!

They appeared behind us!

Wells turned around abruptly, his eyes fixed on the newly appeared blue dot on the tactical screen.

The points of light were as dense as stars on a summer night, and they were rapidly forming a formation.

A standard encirclement and annihilation formation.

"How is that possible..."

His voice trembled for the first time.

"How could it be so fast..."

Didn't I use a fog bomb to lure them to the third and ninth jump points?

Why is everyone here?!

"commander!"

The adjutant's voice was equally terrified.

"We are now surrounded by pursuers in front and behind, we are already..."

"Shut up!"

Wells's roar interrupted the adjutant's words.

The veteran took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

His gaze quickly moved across the tactical screen to the front, where the Uranus fleet's defenses were already crumbling, but still stubbornly stood in front of the seventh jump point.

Behind them, the main force of the Iron Fist Squadron was completing the encirclement.

To the left and right... lies deep space, but also a dead end. Once forced off the jump point's flight path, there will be no more chances.