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

"Yes."

Brigadier General Lin responded and turned to leave.

"etc."

Qin Qianfan called out to him.

The marshal turned around, his face expressionless, but a barely perceptible tremor flashed in his eyes.

"I am sending an encrypted letter to the Wan Shi Star Region Command in my personal capacity."

It says... The defense of the Elvira system is of paramount importance, and the Empire may retaliate in a targeted manner!

Commander Wen Tingtao is requested to strengthen troop deployment in the area as appropriate.

Don't mention the name "Beiwang".

Brigadier General Lin was taken aback for a moment, then understood.

This is the father doing what he can to silently provide an extra layer of insurance for his son who is far away on the front lines.

"clear."

After the adjutant left, the office fell silent again.

Qin Qianfan sat back down at his desk, staring at his son's young and unfamiliar face in the newspaper.

The Qin Beiwang in the photo has clear eyes and a gentle smile, completely different from the son he remembers who was always drunk and indifferent to everything.

"Concealing one's talents..."

The marshal repeated the word from the report in a low voice, a barely perceptible bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"If you really have kept it hidden for twenty-two years... then this clumsiness has been hidden far too well."

Perhaps war will reveal the darker side of people!

He turned off the holographic projection of the newspaper and opened the mountain of military documents in front of him.

But that photo is deeply imprinted in my mind.

While the Federation was celebrating, the atmosphere at the Imperial Opal Starfield Command was so tense it was almost palpable.

In the command headquarters conference room, General Carl von Strauss, the theater commander, sat at the head of the long table, his face ashen.

On the holographic screen in front of him, the 43-second federal propaganda video was playing on a loop.

Twenty-four main cannon beams, the destruction of the Imperial Glory, finally fixed on that still spreading cloud of metallic vapor.

Twelve high-ranking generals sat on either side of the long table.

No one spoke, no one moved, and even their breathing was deliberately kept quiet.

Strauss stared at the screen for the seventh time, then slowly raised his hand and turned off the projector.

The only light in the conference room was the pale glow of starlight streaming through the observation window.

"A complete squadron."

Strauss finally spoke, his voice as cold as a knife.

"77 starships, with over 24,000 Imperial soldiers."

Despite having the upper hand, they were completely annihilated by a Federation garrison flotilla that had made a long-range raid.

His fingers tapped lightly on the alloy tabletop, each tap like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present:

"And the opposing commander is a 22-year-old major who only became a major through his father's connections... [the bottom-ranked student]."

"shame."

Strauss uttered the word not loudly, but it made everyone instinctively tense up.

"This is not just a disgrace to Wells, but a disgrace to the entire Opal Starfield War Zone, and even the entire Empire."

He stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the conference room.

"His Majesty the Emperor personally intervened in this matter. The Imperial Diet convened an emergency meeting overnight."

The Imperial Military Council has issued an official order!

Strauss paused, his gaze sweeping over each face.

"The Elvira system must be conquered within three months."

Qin Beiwang must be killed or captured.

This shame must be washed away with the blood of the federal people.

He opened an encrypted file and projected it onto the center of the conference table.

"To this end, the theater command will draw on the three main sub-fleets, Obsidian, Bloodblade, and Iron Curtain, to form a task force attack group."

Total troop strength…

He glanced at the numbers.

"Three hundred and twenty starships, including four Imperial-class super battleships."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

The Imperial-class battleship is a Tier 5 starship of the Empire!

"commander!"

A senior lieutenant general couldn't help but speak up.

"Drawing three main fleet units... isn't that too many?"

"After all, the other side is only a squadron, with no more than a hundred starships."

Strauss interrupted him, his eyes cold.

Are you questioning me?

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant general immediately shrank his neck.

Strauss pointed to the star that had been marked in blood red on the holographic star map.

"I want the Federation people to know that the dignity the Empire has lost must be repaid with ten times the blood."

"I'll let that brat Qin Beiwang know..."

Strauss's voice lowered, like a viper flicking its tongue.

"Some victories come at the cost of lives."

The order has been issued.

The empire's massive war machine began to roar into action.

The orbital rings of Shiva gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the starlight.

From a distance, it looks like an exquisite ring encircling the equator of this gray-blue gas giant.

The ring has a diameter of over 150,000 kilometers and a maximum thickness of 300 kilometers. It is composed of twelve arc-shaped modules connected end to end.

Blue and white energy beams flickered at the connections between the modules.

That is the gravitational anchoring field that maintains the stability of the ring structure.

As the Pluto fleet slowly entered the ring port area, Qin Beiwang saw the details of this enormous creation through the observation window.

The outer side of the ring is covered with a dense array of facilities.

Shipyard, warehouse, gun emplacements, communication array.

Hundreds of large dry docks resembled gaping steel maws, eight of which were already lit up with their work lights, and repair barges busily swarmed around the damaged ships like worker ants.

In the other dozens of empty docks, you can see the newly laid keels.

That's a new starship under construction.

The scene inside the ring is quite different.

Through the reinforced glass dome, you can see vast expanses of greenery.

That's the artificial ecological zone. Further in, there are rows of residential modules, commercial areas, training grounds, and even a small simulated beach, where artificial waves rhythmically lap against the white artificial sand.

"The orbital ring [Ring of Hope] was completed in 1578 of the Federal Calendar."

Zhuang Zhixuan stood next to Qin Beiwang, holding a data board and reading the information.

"The permanent population is 13 million, of which 60% are shipyard workers and engineers, 30% are military personnel and their families, and the rest are service personnel and scientific researchers."

The ring's rotation provides 0.8G of standard gravity, and its internal ecological circulation system can maintain closed operation for three years...

She paused, then looked up at Qin Beiwang.

"The theater command has approved our readiness plan."

Over the next three months, Shiva Shipyard will be working at full capacity to produce new starships for us.

Meanwhile, reinforcements from the rear are arriving in succession, with the first batch of two thousand arriving tomorrow.

Qin Beiwang nodded, his gaze still fixed on the view outside the observation window.

The Kunlunshan is slowly gliding into berth number three, guided by the port's guiding beams.

The berth was just long enough to accommodate the battleship.

On both sides of the ship, huge robotic arms have been extended, ready for a comprehensive overhaul after entering port.

"in addition."

Zhuang Zhixuan added.

"The headquarters has arranged a residence for you in the ring-shaped residential area."

They suggested...you could rest there for a while.

"Take a break."

Qin Beiwang repeated the word, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.