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

Qin Beiwang nodded.

This can be considered as accepting the other party's apology.

Yang Shao spoke at the opportune moment, breaking the delicate silence in the conference room.

"Alright, let bygones be bygones."

Now, let's officially confirm the results.

He brought up the holographic star map and began to read it aloud.

"The Battle of Elvira lasted eight hours and forty-seven minutes."

Our participating fleet: all five sub-fleets of the Iron Fist Squadron and its direct subordinate fleets, totaling 92 starships.

Enemy: All six sub-fleets of the Wells Squadron of the Frey Empire, totaling 77 starships.

"Result: The Wells Squadron was completely annihilated."

击沉帝国战列舰8艘、巡洋舰23艘、驱逐舰29艘，电子战舰3艘，侦察舰14艘。

Zero captured Imperial officers and soldiers.

The entire enemy fleet was killed in action; not a single member surrendered.

"Our losses: one cruiser sunk, one battleship heavily damaged, four cruisers moderately damaged, and nine destroyers lightly damaged."

The number of officers and soldiers killed in action was...489.

After Yang Shao read out the last number, the conference room fell silent again.

Four hundred and eighty-nine names.

Four hundred and eighty-nine lives.

"This is a glorious victory."

Yang Shao's voice lowered.

"But it was also a fierce victory."

Behind every number is a specific person.

We must remember them, just as we remember today's victory.

He paused, then turned his gaze to Qin Beiwang.

"Major Qin, in view of your outstanding performance in the battle, I will recommend in the post-war report that you be promoted to lieutenant colonel and awarded the [Federal Medal of Valor]."

All officers and men of the Pluto Fleet will receive a collective commendation.

Qin Beiwang did not refuse, but simply nodded.

"Thank you, Commander."

The meeting lasted another twenty minutes, discussing matters such as post-war deployment, evacuation of the wounded, and equipment repair.

At the end of the meeting, Yang Shao called out to Qin Beiwang, who was about to leave.

"Major Qin!"

Yang Shao looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Does your father... know what you did today?"

Qin Beiwang was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"I have no idea.

But I think he'll find out soon.

Yang Shao nodded.

"He will. And he'll be proud of you."

He paused, then added.

"Me too."

Qin Bei looked at Yang Shao and, for the first time, revealed a genuine smile without any pretense.

"Thank you, Commander."

He turned and left the meeting room.

Zhuang Zhixuan was waiting outside the door.

The vice commander of the Pluto fleet looked at Qin Beiwang, a bright light gleaming in his eyes.

"commander!"

She said.

Everyone is waiting for you.

I'd like to hear...how you did it.

Qin Bei looked out the corridor window.

There, the starry sky is as usual, but after today, the meaning of this starry sky will be completely different.

"Tell them!"

He said softly.

This is not the end!

This is just the beginning.

In the deep space outside the window, Federation starships are assembling and returning to port.

Behind them, the devastated battlefield, the floating wreckage, and the silent flames all tell a story...

The war continues.

But at least for today, victory belongs to the Federation.

It belongs to those who can still see the light even in the darkness.

The Wanshi Starfield Theater Command is located in a synchronous orbit around a terrestrial planet called "Pillar Star".

This space station, known as the "Star Fortress," has a diameter of over 15 kilometers and is a triangular column structure. Its surface is covered with thick composite armor and shimmering energy shields.

It is the brain of the entire star system.

Thousands of staff officers, intelligence officers, and logistics coordinators are on duty here 24 hours a day, processing massive amounts of battle reports transmitted from 37 star systems.

At this moment, in front of the holographic main screen in the central command hall of the fortress, General Wen Tingtao, the commander of the war zone, was staring at a newly updated summary of a battle report.

The 57-year-old general had thick, black hair, but his posture remained as upright as a pine tree.

He was wearing a dark blue federal general's uniform with three rows of medals on his left breast.

The "Starfield Guardian" medal at the top is the highest honor he received seven years ago after leading his army to repel the Empire's main attack on the Wanshi Starfield.

At this moment, Wen Tingtao's expression unusually lost its usual composure.

His eyes widened slightly, his fingers tapped unconsciously on the edge of the control panel, and his lips silently repeated a few keywords from the battle report.

"...The Pluto fleet...annihilated the Dragon Lizard fleet..."

"...in coordination with the Uranus Fleet, in the Battle of the Seventh Jump Point, they successively destroyed the flagships of five Imperial fleets..."

"...Ultimately, in coordination with the main force of the Iron Fist Squadron, they annihilated all sixty-five starships of the Wells Squadron..."

The battle report is accompanied by detailed battle records, sensor data, and tactical analysis written by Yang Shao himself.

Each piece of material corroborates the same fact.

The turning point, and even the decisive victory, of this battle is closely linked to one name.

Qin Beiwang!

Wen Tingtao stared at that name and remained silent for a full minute.

Then he slowly sat back in his command chair, raised his hand to rub his temples, and let out a long, complex sigh.

"This kid..."

He muttered to himself, his voice a mixture of disbelief, realization, and a hint of... absurd laughter.

Wen Tingtao got to know Qin Beiwang.

No, it should be said that he knew "that" Qin Beiwang.

As a longtime comrade-in-arms and old friend of Marshal Qin Qianfan, Wen Tingtao visited the Qin family countless times.

He had seen Qin Beiwang when he was a child.

Intelligent, but lazy; talented, but careless.

He had seen Qin Beiwang's report card from school.

The command department ranked last, failed tactical simulation, and needed classmates' help to complete the star map assignment.

He even remembered the undisguised disappointment and helplessness Qin Qianfan showed when talking about his son at a family dinner three years ago.

"That child... perhaps he shouldn't have chosen the path of a soldier."

Wen Tingtao comforted his old friend at the time.

"Give the child some time. The battlefield can change a person."

But he never imagined that the change would be so thorough, so...astonishing.

"commander?"

Major General Du Jing, the chief of staff, walked up to him, holding a more detailed post-war analysis report.

"Have you read the battle report?"

The Iron Fist Squadron fought brilliantly this time, annihilating the Wells Squadron.

In small-scale battles, the complete annihilation of an entire squadron is extremely rare!

"The Iron Fist Squadron fought brilliantly."

Wen Tingtao interrupted him, pointing his finger next to Qin Beiwang's name on the battle report.

"But the key lies with this person!"

Du Jing looked down and frowned slightly.

Major Qin Beiwang...

Is he Marshal Qin Qianfan's son?

I remember his performance at the Federal Academy…”

"At the bottom."

Wen Tingtao finished speaking for him, and then laughed.

It was a smile that was a mixture of relief and emotion.

"But on the battlefield, you don't look at records, you look at actual results."

Take a close look at Yang Shao's battle report analysis.

From the luring and ambush on Agbart, to the psychological anticipation and smoke tactics at the seventh jump point, and finally the flagship decapitation strike… this combination of moves was executed with masterful skill!