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

Several Obsidian cruisers and destroyers that blocked the trajectory of the ballistic missiles had their shields torn apart like paper.

The ship's hull was either directly pierced and vaporized by thick energy beams, or blasted into countless flying fragments by dense missiles.

The heroic but futile sacrifice resulted in a series of brief but devastating fireballs in space.

Some of the missed firepower slammed into the shields of the two "Emperor-class" ships!

The terrifying energy, enough to instantly vaporize small and medium-sized starships, stirred up violent ripples on the shield surfaces of the "Unbreakable Barrier" and the "Undying Dignity," with a light so dazzling that it instantly overloaded the observation equipment.

The shield generator emitted a strained hum, and the energy readings plummeted, but... it held on!

The massive hulls of the two ships trembled violently under the impact of the cannon fire, and their outer armor plates were scorched with horrific marks.

Some secondary gun turrets and sensor arrays were damaged in the aftershocks, but their core hull structure remained largely intact, the command system was not fatally damaged, and the main weapon arrays were still operational!

"Shield strength reduced to 42%!"

The damage control officer of the Undying Dignity reported in a hoarse voice.

"Starboard third zone armor melted! Close-in weapon system lost 30%!"

The commander of the Unbreakable Barrier was gritting his teeth.

Lancaster regained his balance amidst the violent shaking and saw that the insignia of the Undying Dignity was still lit.

I immediately felt relieved.

Although the shield's energy plummeted, it was not breached. He felt a little relieved, but then a surge of rage and lingering fear welled up inside him.

"What a shrewd man, Qin Beiwang!"

He practically spat out the name through gritted teeth.

"So that's where it was hidden!"

All fleet, turn around immediately!

Counterattack! Smash these rats that crawled out of the gutter!

Contact Barrett and tell him to accelerate at all costs! Encircle them!

The Obsidian Fleet, the iron fist of the Empire's borders.

After suffering the heaviest and most unexpected blow since the start of the war, they finally demonstrated the qualities of a veteran powerhouse.

After the initial chaos, the ships began to struggle to turn, with the damaged behemoths roaring as they aimed their cannons at the Pluto fleet on their flanks.

The remaining destroyers also rushed forward frantically, trying to entangle the enemy and buy time for the main force to regroup.

The piercing alarms, the shockwaves of explosions, the flashing damage reports, and the devastating gunfire that illuminated the starry sky outside the portholes formed the main theme of the bridge at that moment.

Lancaster, suppressing the shock and rage from the flanking attack, roared as he ordered the entire fleet to turn, preparing for a decisive battle with the main Pluto fleet emerging from the nebula.

"Hard to port!"

All turrets are turned towards the enemy ship!

"Launch missiles to suppress them! Concentrate shield energy on the damaged side!"

Orders were issued urgently.

The massive Obsidian fleet, like an enraged beast, began to clumsily but resolutely turn its body, aiming its scarred but still deadly fangs at the threat on its flanks.

In this chaotic moment of life-or-death struggle and hanging by a thread.

"commander!

Urgent communication!

From the L-7 jump point observation station!

Highest priority!

The communications officer's almost distorted voice drowned out all the noise.

Lancaster's heart clenched, and a chilling sense of foreboding, even more intense than a flanking attack, instantly gripped him.

"Take it!"

A short text message with a noticeable time delay was projected onto a corner of the home screen, but its content struck everyone like a hammer blow.

[L-7 Observation Station Urgent Report: Large-scale stable jump signal detected, identified as Federation Fleet.]

It has been confirmed that at least three Pluto-class fleets have completed their jump and appeared at point L-7.

Currently, the formation is maneuvering at high speed towards the interior of the Savannah system (presumably in the S-22 region).

Sent 1 hour ago (Standard Time).

"L-7...three fleets...one hour ago..."

Deputy Commander Colonel Sloan muttered to himself, his face turning deathly pale.

A one-hour delay!

The straight-line distance from the L-7 jump point to the core of the S-22 area where they are now located is close to one billion kilometers!

Based on the fleet's normal sub-light speed cruising speed, one hour is enough for the enemy to travel nearly half the distance!

This means that while they were fully focused on the ambush and counter-ambush before them.

Three new forces from Pluto had already jumped into Savannah from the other jump point they had initially guarded, and were now silently rushing toward them from behind!

Lancaster felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his scalp tingled.

More than sixty Pluto capital ships were eyeing them menacingly on their flanks, and now, three complete enemy fleets were flanking them from behind.

This wasn't an ambush at all; it was... a trap that had been laid all along!

Their Obsidian Fleet was the "prey" that was lured step by step into a desperate situation!

"us……"

Deputy Commander Sloan's voice trembled.

"We're surrounded..."

Before he could finish speaking, another emergency communication came in, this time from the "Night Owl" reconnaissance ship squadron, which was on alert ahead and was attempting to conduct reconnaissance toward the aircraft carrier.

The signal was filled with interference and explosive noise, clearly indicating a fierce attack:

"Encountering the enemy...it's an aircraft carrier!"

Fire Kirin!

Two more 'Hurricane'-class high-speed cruisers are escorting it!

They're very close! They're actively pressing towards our main force!

Enemy aircraft... there are too many!

We were…

Communication came to an abrupt halt amidst a violent explosion.

Almost simultaneously, the fleet's sensor edges detected a brief but intense burst of energy signals.

Those advanced T4 reconnaissance ships, under the saturation attack of the T5 "Swift" fighter jets, were reduced to cosmic dust before they could even transmit back any effective resistance or retreat information.

The "Fire Kirin" aircraft carrier did not hide behind; it was actively approaching with its escorts!

Together with the fleet that emerged from the nebula, they formed a subtle pincer movement!

Lancaster finally understood completely.

Qin Beiwang's target was never those two remnant troops used as bait.

Qin Beiwang's goal is to completely annihilate the main force of the Obsidian Fleet within the Savannah system!

Nebula Ambush is the first heavy punch aimed at the waist.

The three fleets that emerged from the L-7 are a noose that is about to tighten around our necks.

The aircraft carrier on the front, on the other hand, is like a hound driving away its prey and restricting its space to move.

Hatred, anger, and the desire to wash away shame were extinguished in that moment by the cold reality and the chilling cold.

As a veteran, his survival instincts instantly took over.

"retreat……"

Lancaster's voice was dry and rapid, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness.

"Order the entire fleet to immediately disengage from the Nebula enemy ships!"

Abandon the current formation and break through to the flank!

Maximum speed!

Contact Barrett!

"Have him accelerate immediately and move closer to us, opening a breakout route for us!"

The proud obsidian, the sharpest sword on the empire's borders, finds itself at the center of an elaborately woven death trap.

Without hesitation, they chose the most difficult, but perhaps only, path to survival: retreat.