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

The Chalas Galaxy.

The home port of the Megalodon fleet.

Fleet Commander Isaac Jenkins, a burly general known for his bravery and temper, had just finished a high-intensity live-fire exercise and was walking into the command room wiping sweat with a towel.

When the adjutant handed him General Strauss's secret order with a strange expression, he glanced at it.

He immediately widened his eyes, grabbed the command document, and read it carefully again.

"Four fleets?"

Including the Savannah gang... seven branches?

"Go and fight a newly formed Federation detachment?"

Jenkins' voice was like sandpaper scraping.

"Has Strauss lost his mind from anger?"

"Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

He looked out the window at the harbor, where his warships, with their menacing lines and paint schemes resembling shark teeth, were quietly anchored.

"Alright!"

He suddenly grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes.

"I've been itching to stretch my muscles lately, so I'm going to get some exercise."

"And let's see what kind of three-headed, six-armed creature can make that proud Lancaster cry!"

Brisbane Galaxy.

"Azure Melody" is located next to the rail garden city, at the elegant home port of the mermaid fleet.

Commander Lorraine Albert, a handsome man with an elegant demeanor who seemed more like an aristocrat than a soldier.

On the terrace of the officers' club, I was enjoying the view of the city lights below and the open-air performance of the symphony orchestra with several friends from the arts community.

The attendant quietly approached and handed over the encrypted information board.

Albert smiled and apologized to his friend, then went aside to read.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a look of solemnity and surprise.

"Mobilizing such a large scale... is no longer a tactical maneuver, but a political one."

He sighed softly and looked up at the starry sky.

"Qin Beiwang... what you have ignited is probably a fire far beyond your imagination."

"Very well, as the blade of the empire, I should share its burdens."

He straightened his meticulously folded cuffs and regained his composure.

"Notify the fleet to terminate all leave periods and immediately enter Level 1 combat readiness."

Enter our stage in the most elegant, and also the most lethal way.

A large-scale mobilization has begun.

Four star systems, key military nodes of the empire.

Inside the port, starships of various shapes and sizes, all exuding a menacing aura, ignited their engines and departed from their berths.

The maintenance access road was cleared, and the supply fleet was busy shuttling back and forth.

The massive fleets began to organize, like a herd of beasts awakened from their slumber, converging on the major military jump points within their respective star systems.

The ferocity of the Megalodon, the mystery of the deep-sea jellyfish, the frenzy of the Lionhead, and the elegance and sharpness of the mermaid blend together into a breathtaking torrent of steel.

Federal Border Security Bureau (FCB), the observation station codenamed "Lighthouse".

Federal spy satellites and agents, lurking in the asteroid belt or disguised as civilian facilities, captured images of this unusually large gathering almost simultaneously.

The data flowed like a school of startled fish, surging toward the federal intelligence center through layers of encrypted relay points.

Federal Border Security Agency Headquarters, Analysis Center.

When clear images and analysis reports of the four Imperial fleets simultaneously moving toward the jump point on a large scale were projected side-by-side onto the main screen, a collective gasp rippled through the center.

"Four fully-equipped squadrons were mobilized at once!"

What is Strauss of the Opal Starfield planning?

A prelude to a full-scale offensive?

A senior analyst exclaimed in disbelief.

"Immediately upgrade the intelligence to 'yellow' alert level and simultaneously send it to the Wan Shi Starfield Theater Command with the highest priority!"

They are required to immediately assess the threat and strengthen vigilance in the relevant star systems!

The supervisor on duty made a decisive decision.

Wanshi Starfield Theater Command.

When the urgent intelligence was delivered, there was also a sense of surprise and doubt within the command headquarters.

"Four fleets?"

Reinforcements for the Greto system, which is currently embroiled in fierce fighting?

Or are they planning a surprise attack from another front?

Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Wen Shiheng stared at the star map, his brows furrowed.

The staff officers discussed it animatedly, raising and debating various possibilities.

"Could it be...?"

A young lieutenant staff officer, who had recently been transferred and was sitting in the corner, hesitated before raising his hand.

"Are you going to Savannah?"

The meeting room fell silent for a moment, then a few soft laughs rang out.

Savannah?

"Just for Lieutenant Colonel Qin Beiwang's new fleet?"

A veteran colonel shook his head.

"Impossible, the Obsidian Fleet is not the Wells Fleet, they are a relatively strong squadron!"

Should we send five more fleets over?

Five squadrons against a single new fleet?

The empire isn't that extravagant, and it's not afraid of being laughed at.

The young lieutenant shrank back and didn't say anything more.

Just then, another urgent intelligence report from the FCB arrived.

This time, pictures were included.

Wen Shiheng clicked on it, and a series of high-resolution photos were projected onto the screen.

The Morellos Star Naval Port was densely packed with starships, but those starships…

The ship's hull was covered with shockingly large breaches, torn armor, molten traces left by laser burning, and blackened patches from explosions.

Some have even lost part of their structure and are being held in place by temporary supports.

An atmosphere of utter devastation, as if one had just survived a life-or-death ordeal, seems to emanate from the photograph.

Among them were the most severely damaged, but still faintly discernible, sections of the massive ships' sides.

The unique emblem, resembling the cracked patterns of black obsidian, is clearly visible.

"obsidian……"

Someone murmured.

The entire operations room fell silent instantly.

All the staff officers stared intently at the photos, their faces filled with shock, doubt, and bewilderment.

"Recently... besides the Pluto fleet, which other of our fleets have been active in Savannah?"

Wen Shiheng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Report: No."

Only the Pluto fleet was dispatched to carry out Operation Dawn.

The intelligence officer quickly confirmed it.

In the deathly silence, the young lieutenant's voice rang out again, trembling slightly and carrying a bolder speculation.

"Sir...could it be...that the Pluto Fleet was behind this?"

"Did they... dent the obsidian like this?"

"hiss--"

This time, instead of chuckles, there was a unified gasp of shock.

Severely damage to Obsidian?

That was the Empire's old and powerful force, an elite force with T5-class battleships!

Pluto Fleet?

That newly formed fleet, whose commander was only 22 years old?

Wen Shiheng suddenly looked at the intelligence officer.

"Has the Security Bureau confirmed which federal fleet was responsible?"

The intelligence officer shook his head.

"The security bureau sent us the photos because they couldn't confirm them."

They also have doubts…

"Try to contact the Pluto fleet immediately!"

Any frequency, any method!

I need to know immediately where Lieutenant Colonel Qin Beiwang is, what he's doing, and what exactly happened in Savannah!

Wen Shiheng gave the order sternly.

A few minutes later, the communications officer reported back.

"Report: The Pluto fleet remains in a state of strict silence; all preset emergency communication channels are unresponsive."

Unable to establish contact.