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

At that very moment, the two deadly particle beams, carrying a force that seemed capable of piercing through stars, slammed into the bow shield of the "Abyss Teeth" from above, which it had just adjusted!

boom!!!

No sound can travel in a vacuum, but the enormous energy shock caused the entire warship to tremble violently, its structure groaning in pain.

The bridge lights were flashing wildly, and countless devices were alarming.

The point of contact between the shield and the beam erupted with a light more dazzling than a star.

The bow shield, which contained most of the warship's defensive energy, resisted stubbornly. The pale particle stream was forcibly deflected and scattered, creating towering energy ripples on the shield's surface.

The standoff lasted for about a second and a half.

The four beams of light finally exhausted their energy and dissipated into the void.

The bow armor of the "Abyssal Fang" was exposed, with large areas of charred marks from the escaping high-energy particles, but the main structure remained intact.

"Shield energy remaining... 3%"

The generator is overloaded, and the cooling system is alarming. High-intensity, concentrated defense cannot be implemented again in the short term.

The damage control officer's voice trembled with the shock of surviving a disaster.

Jenkins stared grimly at the nearly empty shield energy bar and the damage report on the bow of the ship on the screen.

With his experience and decisiveness, he barely withstood this meticulously planned attack, but at the cost of a significant reduction in the flagship's defensive capabilities for a short period of time.

More importantly, the other side was clearly aware of their arrival and was lying in ambush right next to the jump point!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as a knife as he shot towards the direction from which the attack was coming.

There, the shadow of an "asteroid" was writhing and deforming, the camouflage was peeling away, revealing the cold and familiar outline of the ship beneath—the insignia of the Pluto Fleet.

"Full fleet, highest combat readiness!"

The enemy has ambushed us at the jump point!

Spread out and fire back freely!

Jenkins' roar echoed throughout the fleet channel.

Although Jenkins narrowly thwarted the first wave of attacks targeting the flagship, the Pluto fleet's offensive had only just begun.

The Pluto warships, which had been scattered and lying in ambush in various locations, opened fire at once!

High-energy beams, plasma clusters, railgun shells, anti-ship missiles...

Like a deathly rainstorm rising from a dark forest, it poured down from different angles and distances onto the Megalodon fleet, which had just completed its jump and whose formation had not yet been fully deployed!

"Avoid it! Avoid it!"

"Full shield activation! Let's tank it!"

Chaotic commands rang out on the various ship channels.

The Megalodon fleet was forced to abandon its attempt to organize a counterattack, and all the starships immediately poured energy into their shields in an attempt to withstand the saturation attack.

In an instant, the airspace where the Imperial fleet was located was enveloped by countless explosions and dazzling ripples of energy collisions.

However, not all ships were spared.

A destroyer located at the edge of the array was hit by three beams and five missiles simultaneously.

Its shields flashed for less than half a second before shattering, the hull was torn into several pieces, and the internal ammunition magazine exploded, turning it into a bursting fireball.

Another Imperial cruiser attempted to maneuver and evade, but was struck on the side by a heavy plasma ball from a tricky angle.

The moment the shields overloaded, the armor was melted through, the ship tilted severely, lost most of its power, and drifted helplessly in the gunfire like a wounded whale.

Explosions and destruction flashed continuously within the Imperial ranks.

"We can't just sit here and take a beating!"

Jenkins stared at the rapidly rising battle damage figures, his eyes bloodshot.

"The entire fleet!"

Abandon the defense and break out towards Neva!

Use the planetary defense system as cover!

quick!"

Neva is the only planet in the vicinity with a large Imperial base and orbital defense platform. Going there would at least provide some respite and support.

The remaining Megalodon fleet, like a school of sharks driven to the brink of destruction, began to change direction.

With the engine running at full throttle, braving relentless gunfire, they tried to tear a path to survival.

The flagship of the Pluto fleet, the "Kunlun Mountain-Remodel".

Qin Beiwang calmly observed the battlefield.

Upon seeing the Megalodon fleet begin moving towards Neva, he immediately issued new orders.

"The enemy fleet's shield energy has been largely depleted, and it will take time to regroup."

Swift fighter squadrons, take off.

Target: Enemy ship's unshielded or weakly shielded areas, engines, weapon arrays, and sensors.

The command was instantly transmitted to the waiting aircraft carrier via the quantum link.

The aircraft carrier "Fire Kirin" hangar.

The huge hangar was brightly lit and filled with the hissing of high-pressure gas and the clanging of machinery.

One by one, the sleek, matte-painted Swift-V fighter jets were moved from the maintenance racks by an automatic towing system and precisely delivered to the elevator platforms leading to different deck levels.

Four on the upper deck and four on the middle deck, a total of eight electromagnetic catapult tracks are ready, with open hatches and the cold starry sky outside at the end of the tracks.

Beside each track, laser guides emitted eerie green beams, outlining clear attack paths in the void.

The pilots were already seated in the cramped cockpit, data streaming across their helmet displays.

"Swift, Unit 758."

Fan Jie, all ready.

A young but composed voice rang out on the attack channel.

"Lieutenant Fan Jie, this is the control panel. The navigation route is locked."

May the stars guide your course, and may glory be with you.

The communications officer's voice came through.

"Roger that. Fan Jie, Swift fighter jet number 758, sortie!"

Bang!

The electromagnetic catapult releases powerful kinetic energy, instantly accelerating the fighter jet to its attack speed.

Like a stone shot from a slingshot, it was propelled into the cold void.

One after another, the Swift fighter jets launched from eight catapults at an extremely high frequency, quickly forming attack squads outside the hatches.

Soon, hundreds of Swift fighter jets, like a swarm of disturbed bees, assembled in the air.

Then they transformed into deadly blue streaks of light, rushing towards the Megalodon fleet, which was attempting to break through and whose shields were already dimming.

Their targets are those naked steel behemoths that have lost the protection of energy barriers.

The deadly second round of hunting is about to unfold in a more flexible and precise manner.

Just as Jenkins was commanding the fleet to desperately turn towards Neva, the ship trembling under the firepower of the Pluto fleet, a piercing alarm once again tore through the already tense nerves.

"A large number of high-speed, small targets have been detected!"

The quantity... exceeds seven hundred!

Identification signal... Federal Swift-V space fighter!

They took off from behind the enemy fleet and are approaching at high speed!

On the tactical screen, behind the blue cursor that originally represented the enemy's capital ship, a dense cluster of rapidly moving red dots suddenly appeared.

Like a swarm of bees pouring out of a punctured hive, they were swarming towards them in overwhelming numbers!

Jenkins stared intently at the red cloud that symbolized death, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

His face, which had been flushed with anger and tension, instantly turned ashen.

Interstellar carrier... the intelligence was actually true!