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

"...Based on existing intelligence and the results of our unit's training, it is determined that passive defense is disadvantageous in the Elvira system."

The Empire continues to reinforce its forces in the Savannah system, and its campaign readiness is expected to peak in sixty to ninety days.

At that time, I will face a fully integrated and superior enemy force.

Qin Beiwang's voice was steady, revealing no emotional fluctuations, but the content of his words caused the generals present to lean forward slightly.

"Therefore, our unit plans to take the initiative to advance and carry out the offensive operation codenamed 'Dawn'."

This means proactively invading the Savannah system and launching a thunderous offensive before the enemy can fully integrate!

In the briefing room, several generals surrounded the central star map, their faces filled with disbelief.

The deputy chief of staff pointed to the red arrow that shot from Elvira straight into Savannah, his voice trembling slightly.

"A single sub-fleet?"

Delve into a star system that is receiving significant reinforcements from the Empire?

Does he even know how many troops Savannah has amassed?

Whom does he want to strike hard with his newly built garrison fleet?

This is simply... insane!

"That's incredibly audacious!"

Another general in charge of intelligence retrieved the latest surveillance data.

"The Imperial fleet in Savannah has increased by forty percent in the past week, and it is not a ragtag force, but a well-organized battle group."

What's more troublesome is that we've just confirmed that the Imperial High Command has moved towards Savannah, with the Obsidian Squadron serving as the core strike force.

The moment the name Obsidian was mentioned, the air in the briefing room seemed to grow even heavier.

That was the true elite of the Imperial Border Fleet, with an illustrious record and excellent equipment. Almost all the officers above the rank of captain were veterans who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Its main starships are generally at the T4 level, and there are even intelligence reports that it is equipped with several of the most advanced T5-class battleships.

In comparison, the "Wells" squadron, which had been previously defeated by Qin Beiwang, was on a completely different level in terms of both equipment and combat experience.

What is the background of the Pluto Squadron?

Most of them are new ships, and even more are new recruits!

Even if Lieutenant Colonel Qin's personal abilities were outstanding, leading such a force to deliberately crash into Savannah, where Obsidian was stationed and whose forces were constantly expanding...

Some people shook their heads, not saying the second half of their sentence, but the meaning was clear.

It's tantamount to suicide.

All eyes eventually turned to General Wen Tingtao, the theater commander, who sat in the main seat and remained silent.

Wen Tingtao stared at the lone red arrow on the star map, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

He felt a mix of emotions.

I was definitely shocked.

He had never seen such a...wild operational request.

A single fleet attacking a heavily fortified star system?

This was something he had never heard of in his decades-long military career.

The plan was so audacious as to be almost reckless, completely defying conventional military logic.

Fear is real.

He feared that this fleet, and that Qin Beiwang, the young commander, would crash headlong into the iron wall of the empire, leaving no trace of his remains.

That was no ordinary border skirmish; it was a direct attack on a strategic stronghold of the Empire that was being strengthened.

But amidst this fear, there was also a subtle, complex, and difficult-to-understand emotion.

As expected of Qin Qianfan's son, his fearless spirit and courage to push the battlefield into the enemy's heartland are truly impressive.

I even felt a little nostalgic for the youthful passion I had when I was young.

If successful, even partially successful, it will create an unexpected opening in the overall battle, greatly relieving pressure from other directions.

However, reason quickly prevailed over that slight feeling.

The existence of the Obsidian Fleet renders any romantic fantasy pale in comparison.

From any perspective, Qin Beiwang's fleet was at an absolute disadvantage.

"We can't let him do that."

Wen Tingtao finally spoke, his voice steady but carrying an undeniable determination.

"This is not bravery, it is recklessness, it is gambling with the lives of the entire fleet and countless soldiers."

"Issue the order immediately!"

He turned to the communications director, speaking faster.

"With the highest priority of the theater command, directly contact the Elvira system garrison command and attempt to establish a direct connection with Lieutenant Colonel Qin Beiwang's flagship."

Order: Operation Dawn is cancelled. The Pluto Squadron must immediately cease all forward maneuvers and return to its original defensive positions to await further orders.

To reiterate, this is an order, not a discussion!

"Yes, Commander!"

The communications director immediately turned around and carried out the order.

The order was issued, but Wen Tingtao's unease did not lessen.

He knows frontline commanders all too well, especially commanders like Qin Beiwang who clearly have a strong sense of autonomy and background.

Sometimes, the interpretation and execution of "commands" come with their own "rhythm".

A few minutes later, the communications director returned with a rather grim expression.

"Reporting to the Commander, the Elvira System Defense Command has replied."

They...they cannot directly execute your commands.

"What do you mean?" Wen Tingtao frowned.

"The garrison command said that Lieutenant Colonel Qin Beiwang's Pluto squadron main force had completed its assembly and final resupply eight hours ago."

It broke away from the regular monitoring network and entered the planned radio-silent course.

Wen Tingtao was stunned, and then a chill ran down his spine.

Eight hours ago... In other words, Qin Beiwang had already set off when he sent that seemingly "request for instructions" plan to the theater command, or even shortly after it was sent.

That "request for instructions" now seems more like a notification.

Or, to put it another way, a report that is procedurally blameless but has in fact made the die-hard fact.

He set off ahead of schedule.

He threw himself and his entire fleet into the abyss of space called Savannah, surrounded by powerful enemies.

The briefing room was deathly silent. Everyone understood what this meant.

The order could not be delivered, and the action could not be canceled.

That fleet, carrying astonishing ambitions and enormous risks, has embarked on its journey alone.

Now, it seems all they can do is wait and pray that the arrogant young man can actually create a miracle, or... at least return alive.

Edge of the Savannah Galaxy, orbit of Langkawi Star, Seventh Starport.

The enormous starport is attached to a gray-brown asteroid like a metallic spider web.

At this moment, its outermost cargo berth is unusually busy.

Dozens of bulky, mottled giant barges are slowly inserting themselves into their berths by adjusting their posture with weak propulsion.

They are enormous in size, generally exceeding three kilometers in length, and their bulky hulls, apart from a few dim navigation lights, show almost no armament or array of sensitive equipment that a conventional ship would have.

On the work platform next to the berth, several dockworkers wearing dirty work clothes and simple breathing masks were operating the massive fuel pipeline to connect to the barge interface while looking up at these behemoths and talking in hushed tones on the internal communication channel.

"My God, this thing is huge... I've never seen a barge of this size before!"

A young worker muttered.