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

The sound of the Iron Spine's main guns charging up rang out in sync with the Pluto fleet.

All the ships in the Uranus fleet that were still able to fire turned their cannons toward the direction reported by Qin Beiwang.

When the countdown reached zero, twenty-four energy beams, like a meticulously choreographed symphony of death, shot out simultaneously towards the third coordinate.

This time, in the last second before the artillery fire was unleashed, Qin Beiwang added:

"The target is taking emergency evasive action, yawing 15 degrees to port and accelerating to 4.5 kilometers per second."

Therefore, the actual aiming point is corrected to: azimuth 046, depression -7.5, and distance 601,800 kilometers.

Artillery fire erupted.

Three seconds later, the explosion light illuminated the corrected coordinates.

"The shelling effect has been confirmed."

The sensor officer's voice finally trembled slightly.

"Three battleships under the Wells Fleet have been confirmed destroyed."

"They were indeed conducting an emergency evasive maneuver...the direction and speed were exactly as Commander Qin had predicted."

Even the sound of breathing disappeared from the communication channel.

Everyone understood.

This is not a wild guess, nor is it gambling.

This is... perspective.

In the darkness where everyone else has gone blind, only Qin Beiwang has a complete field of vision.

Zhao Rui stared at the all-consuming darkness outside the observation window and suddenly felt a chill rise up his spine.

He recalled all the disdain, ridicule, and doubt he had shown towards Qin Beiwang before…

Then he connected the fleet's communications, his voice hoarse but firm:

"From this moment forward, the entire Uranus Fleet shall completely obey the command of Captain Qin Beiwang."

He gave us the coordinates, and we opened fire. He pointed out the direction, and we charged.

He paused, then added:

"Because this kid... he can fucking see things we can't."

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Imperial Glory, on the other side of the smoke, Wells was gripped by utter panic.

"Two flagships... 12 starships were precisely destroyed in sixty seconds..."

Wells stared at the three important indicators on the tactical screen that went out one after another, his voice trembling.

"How...how did they aim in the dark?"

That's impossible!

The adjutant's face turned deathly pale.

"Commander, should we...should we stop advancing?"

This smoke is too strange; the Federation may have deployed some kind of detection system inside that we don't know about..."

"Stop advancing?"

Wells turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot.

"Behind us are the Iron Fist's main force of 49 ships!"

The jump point is ahead!

Stopping means death!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but his fingers were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Order the entire fleet...to disperse!"

We can no longer allow our flagship to become a target!

All ships are free to maneuver; once they can get past the jump point, they can escape on their own!

The order was delivered amidst panic.

But it was too late.

Because Qin Beiwang's fourth coordinate has already been reported.

This time, the target is not a flagship.

It is the core area with the densest formation of the entire Imperial fleet.

「方位角041至048，俯角-6至-9，距离60万至80万公里区域。

All missile units launched.

Conduct area saturation attacks.

Thirty seconds later, more than three hundred missiles roared out from the depths of the smoke, like a swarm of dead bees emerging from a dark lair, rushing toward the Imperial fleet that was trying to disperse.

Under the cover of these missiles, the muzzles of the 24 main guns had silently turned towards their next prey.

The hunt has only just begun.

Inside the bridge of the Imperial Glory.

Wells has just issued the third emergency evasive maneuver order.

"Hard to port!"

Engine at full power with reverse injection!

Concentrate all shield energy on the starboard side!

Wells' voice was hoarse, his eyes fixed on the red warning area on the tactical screen that indicated "missile attack".

More than 300 missiles are hurtling in from the depths of the smoke, like a swarm of sharks that have caught the scent of blood, their trajectories weaving a deadly web on the sensor screens.

On the outer side of the ship, 372 laser close-in weapon systems were operating at full speed. Blazing white beams silently swept across the vacuum, detonating missiles thousands of kilometers away. The explosions rose and fell, like a brief but deadly ring of fireworks blooming around the Imperial Glory.

But there are too many missiles.

The thirty-seventh missile broke through the close-in weapon system and struck the starboard shield.

The shield flickered violently, and the energy reading plummeted by 14%.

The forty-second and forty-third missiles hit the same area in succession.

The shield overload alarm blared.

"Starboard shield collapsed!"

The project manager's voice was filled with despair.

"The backup shield generator will take twelve seconds to activate."

Just then, Qin Beiwang's fourth set of coordinates rang out on the internal channels of the Pluto and Uranus fleets:

"Azimuth 044, Depression -6.2, Distance 788,000 kilometers."

The target is the Imperial flagship, the battleship "Imperial Glory".

All main gun units, fire at full power in five seconds. Repeat, full power.

Upon learning that the target was the flagship of the Wells fleet, the Imperial Glory.

Everyone held their breath.

An indescribable excitement welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Five-second countdown begins.

Wells knew nothing about this.

His entire attention was focused on the missiles that were still coming at him.

The sixty-eighth missile was destroyed, and the seventy-fifth and seventy-sixth missiles broke through simultaneously and crashed into the newly restored backup shield.

"Shield strength remaining at 41%!"

"The project manager roared."

"Emergency port turn complete!"

Navigation officer report.

"We are moving out of the missile's range..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Beyond the depths of space, in the deepest part of the smoke, 24 points of light lit up simultaneously.

That wasn't the faint blue light of a missile engine; it was the blazing white light of the main gun when it reached its critical charge point, like the birth of a star.

The next second, 24 energy beams.

The total number of guns is 24, including two "Kaitian" class heavy particle cannons from the Kunlun Mountain, four main guns from the Scorpion, two guns each from the two Scorpion-class cruisers, four guns from the Thunder and Lightning, one gun each from the six destroyers, two guns from the Iron Spine, and the remaining nine escort ships of the Uranus Fleet.

Like twenty-six swords of judgment traversing the void, they tore through the smoke and shot toward the same coordinate with perfect synchronization.

Imperial Glory

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

Wells was the first to notice something was wrong.

His intuition, honed on the brink of life and death, made him suddenly raise his head 0.3 seconds before the main cannon beam arrived, having traveled 788,000 kilometers.

He saw 24 points of death light suddenly appear in the darkness outside the observation window.

He saw those points of light rapidly expand, transforming into 24 beams of pure destructive energy, each over five meters in diameter.

He saw their straight trajectories, like 24 chains, locking away all the escape routes for the Imperial Glory.

Then, he heard the last sound coming from his throat.

That's not a word, not a sentence.

It was a sigh.

It sounded like a sigh of utter exhaustion, a resignation to fate.