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

Immediately afterwards, the flashes of the 12 jumps, like 12 supernovae igniting simultaneously in the void, exploded with a roar at the precise coordinates of the seventh jump point.

The intensity of the light caused the filtering systems of all the optical sensors on the bridge of the Ironback to overload instantly.

Looking out the window, all that could be seen was a blinding white.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Rui instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"The Imperial Fleet's leap?"

"No...no!"

The sensor supervisor's voice trembled with shock.

"The identification code... belongs to the Federation!"

It's the Pluto fleet!

They...they jumped directly to the seventh jump point!

The bridge was deathly silent.

Everyone knows what that means.

Performing precise jumps in the core area of ​​a battlefield where intense fighting is taking place and spatial parameters are extremely unstable carries a risk factor exceeding 60%.

Even a slight coordinate deviation could cause the entire fleet to be torn apart by spatial turbulence, or worse, to be directly "embedded" in the entity of an asteroid or a friendly ship.

But Qin Beiwang did it.

And it was successful.

12 Federation starships.

The massive Kunlunshan is positioned in the center.

The Scorpion and two Scorpion-class cruisers flanked it, while the Thunder, Lightning, and six destroyers, like outstretched wings, gradually came into view in the light of the warp lift.

They did not appear in a scattered manner, but maintained a complete battle formation, with all their bows pointing to the sides of the charging Imperial heavy fleet.

Like a skilled chess player who places the most crucial piece directly in front of the opponent's throat.

On the bridge of the Imperial Glory, Wells stared at the fleet that had suddenly appeared on the tactical screen, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the armrests of the command chair.

His first reaction was that it was absurd.

"He's gone mad..."

The veteran muttered to himself, his voice carrying for the first time a hint of shock bordering on admiration.

"Warp in the center of the combat airspace..."

Is he not afraid of jumping directly into our main gun's firing range?

"Isn't he afraid that spatial disturbances will scatter his fleet over a range of millions of kilometers?"

But Qin Beiwang wasn't crazy.

His jump coordinate calculations were terrifyingly accurate.

The 12 starships not only appeared in their entirety, but also in perfect formation.

"commander!"

The adjutant's voice was filled with panic.

"The Pluto fleet is stuck between us and the seventh jump point! We're now surrounded by Uranus and the Pluto fleet in front of us, and the main force of the Iron Fist behind us..."

"I know!"

Wells growled, forcing himself to calm down.

His gaze swept quickly across the tactical screen.

Suppressed from both sides, the only direction is deep space.

But that would mean giving up the jump point and the last chance to escape.

There was no time to hesitate.

"Order the heavily armored fleets of Brown Bear and Fire Fox to continue their advance!"

Wells's voice was like the clanging of steel.

"Ignore the Pluto fleet!"

Their positions are deadly, but their numbers are insufficient!

Concentrate all firepower and breach Uranus and Pluto's defenses within five minutes, then cross the jump point!

Wells' eyes were blood red.

"We have five fleets, with more than sixty ships!"

Even if we lose ten or twenty ships, as long as we can break through, we've won!

Now is not the time to worry about casualties, it is a time of life and death!

The order was delivered in desperation.

Seven Imperial Heavy Ships.

One of them had its bow broken and its speed greatly reduced... then it accelerated again.

Ignoring the Pluto fleet that had just appeared, they aimed all their cannons at the Uranus defense line that was right in front of them.

Distance: 15,000 kilometers.

On the bridge of the Indomitable, Yang Shao looked at the Pluto fleet logo that suddenly appeared on the tactical screen. His first reaction was not joy, but a chill down his spine.

"How...how dare he..."

Yang Shao's voice trembled slightly.

"Directly jump to the core combat zone... what if the coordinate calculation is wrong, what if there's spatial disturbance, what if..."

"commander!"

The communications officer interrupted his murmur.

"The Pluto fleet sent a brief communication: [In position, establishing an interception line.]"

"Interception line?"

Yang Shao suddenly looked up.

"He wants to use 12 starships to intercept Wells's 65 starships?"

Who does he think he is?!

The chief of staff strode to the tactical screen and quickly analyzed the situation.

"Major Qin's position is indeed very critical. If he can cooperate with the Uranus fleet to withstand the pressure on the front line, it is indeed possible to hold Wells back."

But the problem is…

"The problem is he can't hold on!"

Yang Shao interrupted him, his voice carrying a genuine sense of panic for the first time.

"Wells is now a cornered beast, and he will charge forward at all costs!"

Even if 24 ships were all elite, they couldn't possibly withstand the desperate charge of 65 ships!

He thought of Marshal Qin Qianfan.

He thought about the political storm he would face if Qin Beiwang died here.

He thought that his decades-long military career might be coming to an end.

No, no.

"Give the order to the entire fleet!"

Yang Shao's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Abandon the encirclement formation and switch to a wedge-shaped assault!"

Target... the rear core of the Wells fleet!

I'm going to break through their command chain within ten minutes!

"Commander, that would expose our flanks to the Poison Spiders and Ranger fleet."

They were even surrounded by the Wells fleet!

"We can't worry about that now!"

Yang Shao's eyes were bloodshot.

"The most important thing now is not to annihilate Wells, but to rescue Qin Beiwang!"

"If that kid dies here, even if we annihilate the entire Wells Squadron, we've still lost!"

The order was issued amidst contradictions.

The 49 Federation capital ships that were originally forming an encirclement began to readjust their formation.

They abandoned the perfect arc-shaped encirclement and instead formed a sharp, attacking wedge, engines at full throttle, heading straight for the rear of the Imperial fleet.

Like a dagger that abandons cutting and instead thrusts.

At the same time, Yang Shao personally went to the communications station and connected the highest priority link with the Kunlunshan.

"Qin Beiwang!"

His voice, transmitted via quantum communication to the bridge of the Kunlunshan, carried an barely suppressed anxiety.

"Listen up, I am Yang Shao!"

You are in an extremely dangerous situation!

Wells has five fleets, and you only have 12 ships. Even if you add the 12 starships from the Uranus fleet, you still can't stop them!

I'm giving you my order now!

Disengage immediately and retreat towards my main force!

Repeat, retreat immediately!

He paused, his tone almost pleading.

"Don't be reckless, Major Qin."

You are still young; the outcome of this battle shouldn't be gambled with your life.

Communication sent.

Yang Shao stared at the 24 isolated blue dots on the tactical screen directly in front of the imperial army, his palms sweating profusely.

On the bridge of the Kunlunshan, Qin Beiwang had just finished listening to Yang Shao's communication.

Zhuang Zhixuan stood beside him, her expression equally solemn.

"Commander, Commander Yang is right!"

Our current position is crucial, but also extremely dangerous.

If Wells concentrates his firepower on us, we…

"Don't worry, we can hold them off!"

Qin Beiwang calmly interrupted her.