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

But most of the swifts dodged the attack like ghosts.

The missiles and armor-piercing rounds it carried rained down on the defense platform, sensor arrays, and energy nodes, triggering a series of explosions.

Just as the commander of the orbital defense system was about to grit his teeth and activate the final trump card, the joint energy defense shield covering the entire core area of ​​the naval port.

A massive, dark blue torrent of particles, thicker than any other, emanating from the distant depths of space, pierced through tens of thousands of kilometers of void with unparalleled precision, like a punitive spear hurled by a god, and plunged into the defense platform where the outer ring orbit's main energy control hub was located!

The main guns of the Kunlun Mountain roared with destruction.

The platform, along with the shield generator matrix inside that was not yet fully activated, instantly vaporized in the face of this absolute power.

A chain reaction of energy backflows and explosions spread along the energy pipelines.

The pale blue protective shield that had just lit up in some areas flickered a few times like a faulty light bulb before going out completely.

All that remained was the wreckage of the track, hollowed out by melting, silently testifying to the terror of the T5-class super firepower.

Inside the Langkawi Star Naval Port, in the core shipyard.

The two commanders of the "Fierce Bird" fleet and the "Owl" fleet received reports of shield activation failure and dock attack almost simultaneously on the bridge of their flagships, the "Vulture" and the "Night Owl".

Through the observation window, they could see the flashes of explosions constantly lighting up the external passage, and feel the increasingly intense vibrations coming from the dock structure.

"We can't wait any longer! Staying in the dock is like being a sitting duck!"

The commander of the Fierce Bird Fleet roared into the communications channel.

"All ships that can still move, start their engines immediately and rush out of the dock!"

Organize defenses in open spaces!

quick!"

The massive dock gates began to slowly slide to the sides amidst a grating metallic scraping sound, revealing the starry sky outside, where cannons roared.

Several of the fastest-reacting Imperial destroyers and cruisers spewed dazzling blue light from their engines, eager to break free of this deadly prison.

However, just as the bow of the first destroyer emerged from the gate...

The second heavy particle beam main cannon barrage from the Kunlun Mountain, like the long-awaited scythe of death, crossed the battlefield and descended once more!

This time, it didn't attack fixed facilities, but instead targeted the Imperial fleet that was pouring out!

The Vulture, the flagship of the Ferocious Bird Fleet, a massive T4-class battleship, had just completed its turn, its enormous body now facing the gate exit.

That devastating beam of light pierced solidly through its frontal bow!

The thick frontal armor, which was strong enough to withstand a salvo from the main guns of an ordinary battleship, was sliced ​​through like butter.

The beam of light relentlessly pierced through everything in its path, piercing through armor, structures, compartments, weapon arrays, energy pipelines...

Everything was instantly evaporated or melted!

From the outside, the "Vulture" looked as if a giant, red-hot needle had pierced it from the front. The middle of the ship suddenly expanded, and then, in the chain reaction of the internal explosion, it broke in two!

The explosion's flames shot out from countless cracks, completely engulfing the giant ship.

This is just the beginning.

The dock gates were open, providing the main Pluto fleet, which was on high alert, with an excellent firing window.

The Pluto battleships, which had been targeting this location from different directions, opened fire one after another, their thick energy beams weaving a web of death.

The dense swarm of anti-ship missiles, like piranhas smelling blood, rushed in.

A metallic storm of high-speed kinetic energy projectiles swept through the exit area.

Those Imperial starships that rushed out were instantly annihilated.

A cruiser had just emerged from the hull when it was struck on the side by three beams of light simultaneously, causing its shields to overload and its hull to tear apart.

Another destroyer attempted to accelerate to evade, but was overtaken by dozens of missiles and exploded into a cloud of expanding debris.

Subsequent ships were either blocked at the entrance and destroyed, or collided with each other in the chaos, resulting in an extremely chaotic scene.

The dock exit instantly turned into a brutal slaughterhouse. The Empire's fresh troops, before they could even truly enter the battlefield, suffered a devastating blow right on their own doorstep.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Savannah galaxy.

A fleet maintaining a tight defensive formation is sailing at a steady speed toward Langawei.

The ship's austere gray paint and the shield and chain insignia representing absolute defense clearly identify it.

Iron Curtain Fleet.

Further ahead of them were two smaller but menacing Bloodblade-class fleets.

They protrude forward like sharp knives.

On the flagship of the Iron Curtain Fleet, the Bloodthorn.

Isabella Marlowe has just received preliminary battle reports of a surprise attack on Lancaway, with heavy losses suffered by the naval port and the Bloodblade sub-class fleets.

Her icy blue pupils suddenly contracted.

For the first time, a noticeable change appeared on his usually indifferent and calm face.

It was an expression that mixed shock, anger, and deep unease.

"Fuel reserves?"

She immediately turned to ask her adjutant, her voice slightly more urgent than usual.

"Reporting to the Commander, after a long-distance underwater maneuver, the average fuel inventory of the entire fleet has dropped to 28 percent."

It can only sustain high-intensity combat for less than twelve hours, or regular patrol for about a day.

Urgently needed.

The adjutant's report confirmed her worst fears.

Langkawi is more than just a strategic hub.

It was also the most important fuel and supply point in the plan for their fleet, which had made a long-distance raid and deliberately kept silent, without being able to resupply along the way!

If the military port, storage tanks, and refining facilities on Lankawi are completely destroyed by the Pluto fleet...

Her Iron Curtain fleet will immediately be caught in a predicament of greatly reduced mobility and a sharp decline in sustained combat effectiveness!

In the Savannah system, where the enemy situation is unclear and dangers abound, this is almost fatal!

"All fleet, cancel constant speed cruising!"

Isabella Marlowe gave the order without hesitation, her voice cold.

"Engine power increased to the maximum safe threshold!"

Maintain formation, advance at full speed towards Langkawi!

She glanced at the distant coordinates of Langkawi on the star map, then scanned the fleet's energy readings, and added.

"Notify the two sub-class fleets of Bloodblade ahead of you, explain the situation, request their cooperation in accelerating, and prepare to engage the enemy."

We must arrive before the Pluto fleet completely cripples Langawi's resupply capabilities!

Otherwise, we'll all be in big trouble!

The Iron Curtain Fleet maintained a high-speed yet disciplined defensive formation, like a moving metal barrier, and steadily advanced towards Langkawi.

Isabella Marlowe stood on the bridge, her gaze calmly fixed on the distance ahead.

The two Bloodblade-class fleets, the "Colossus" fleet and the "Dread Wolf" fleet, which served as the vanguard and shield, were like two slightly forward-pointing daggers, scouting the way and providing early warning for the entire force.