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

When the theater command received orders, intelligence regarding the Pluto Fleet's potential possession of T5-class aircraft carriers was marked as "doubtful" or "exaggerated" by the staff.

After all, strategic projection platforms like aircraft carriers are usually only assigned to higher-level "mother-class" fleets or elite forces in core star systems. What right does a newly formed border defense detachment have to qualify?

Jenkins himself was skeptical, even thinking it might be a smokescreen from the Federation, or an exaggerated excuse Obsidian used to justify their failure.

But now, the overwhelming and astonishingly large swarm of fighter jets before him completely shattered his last shred of hope.

Only a professional interstellar carrier could deploy and command such a massive fleet at once, and there might be more than one!

This is not just about having another way to attack; it means that the enemy has battlefield control, sustained strike capability, and tactical flexibility far exceeding that of a conventional fleet!

"Damn it!"

Those bastards in the intelligence department should all be court-martialed!

Jenkins slammed his fist hard on the control panel next to him, making a dull thud. His knuckles ached, but it was nothing compared to the frustration and chill he felt.

In order to withstand the four heavy particle cannon shots, he had just ordered the fleet to concentrate its shield energy, and many warships' shields were now in a low energy recovery period or had simply been overloaded and cooled down.

Against the firepower of capital ships, thick armor might offer some protection, but against these agile, deadly space fighters that specialize in exploiting weaknesses…

All ships!

Abandon some of the firepower suppression against the enemy's capital ships!

All close-in weapon systems are now online!

Laser point defense, dense array, form a crossfire net for me!

Destroyers and frigates, advance! Use your anti-aircraft firepower to protect the heavily damaged ships and the flagship!

Jenkins practically roared the order, his voice distorted with urgency.

"Speed ​​up! Don't stop!"

Keep charging towards Neva!

"We'll only have a chance once we reach the planetary defense perimeter!"

However, the urgency with which the order was given contrasted sharply with the speed at which the fighter jets were approaching.

The Swift fighter jets have already begun to disperse and form up from different altitudes and angles.

Like sharks that have smelled blood, they swooped down toward the wounds of the Megalodon fleet, where the shields were dull and the armor was exposed.

Jenkins felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He originally thought this was a battle of superior forces, and even fantasized about crushing that federal kid named Qin Beiwang with his own hands.

But now, before his fleet could even get a clear view of the enemy, it was hit by a sudden blow and then had fighter jets close in on it.

An enemy with an aircraft carrier and an enemy without an aircraft carrier are two completely different concepts.

At this moment, he truly understood the despair before Obsidian and the Iron Curtain.

Jenkins gave the order, but under the relentless onslaught of the Swifts fighters, its execution became extremely difficult and costly.

The air defense network that the Megalodon fleet attempted to form proved inadequate and riddled with weaknesses in the face of over 800 state-of-the-art T5 fighter jets.

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!"

The Phalanx CIWS roared wildly, weaving a metallic storm that attempted to obscure the ship's hull.

But the Swift fighter jets weaved through them with ghostly maneuvers.

They would sometimes climb rapidly, sometimes dive and roll, and sometimes use the wreckage of enemy ships as cover, always finding an attack path in the gaps between the barrage of bullets.

"Target locked, fire!"

The pilot's calm voice came through the encrypted channel.

A fusion missile detached from the side pylon of a Swift, trailing a plume of flame, and bypassed the final barrage of intercepting bullets at a tricky angle before plunging into the exhaust nozzle of an Imperial destroyer's stern engine.

With a deafening explosion, the destroyer lost power and began to spin helplessly.

Another Swift's pulse laser cannon fired in quick succession, accurately detonating several anti-aircraft missiles that had just been launched from a cruiser. The missiles exploded into useless fireworks above the ship, clearing the way for their comrades to follow.

More fighter jets, like a swarm of bloodthirsty mosquitoes, specifically target ships whose shields have failed or are extremely weak.

They swept over the superstructure of the warship, clearing out turrets, radar arrays, and communication antennas with machine guns and light missiles.

Under repeated attacks from several fighter jets, an Imperial cruiser lost all its side weapon systems, billowing thick smoke and turning into a floating steel coffin.

The flashes of explosions lit up the ranks of the Megalodon fleet one after another.

Destroyers cracked under direct missile fire; cruisers billowed black smoke, their hulls riddled with holes; and light reconnaissance ships were easy targets, often blown to pieces with a single volley of fire.

Each expanding fireball made Jenkins' heart clench inside the bridge of the flagship "Abyssal Fang".

These weren't just cold numbers; they were the ships he had personally built, the subordinates who trusted him and followed him to this place! Watching them being eliminated one by one like lambs to the slaughter, a sense of powerlessness and anger burned in his heart.

"accelerate!

Ignore those fighter jets!

"Once we reach Neva, we'll..."

He tried to boost morale over the communication channel, but his voice was hoarse without him even realizing it.

Before the words were finished—

Boom! Boom boom boom!

A series of explosions, not particularly violent but extremely dense, suddenly erupted in the airspace in front of the fleet's vanguard—the "Black Shark" assault fleet!

The first few light reconnaissance ships seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall covered with spikes, and their hulls exploded one after another without warning!

Some ships had their bows blown apart, others had their engine rooms ruptured, and they tumbled out of control.

Following closely behind, several destroyers were also not spared, with bursts of fire erupting from beneath their hulls or sides, their armor torn apart, and their internal structures exposed.

"Report!

commander!

A large number of high-density trip mines have been detected in the airspace ahead!

It's a smart-sensing minefield!

It covers an extremely wide area!

The Black Shark Fleet commander's voice was filled with grief and panic, and his flagship was also violently shaken by a trip mine that exploded at close range.

"We've entered a minefield! The reconnaissance ship is completely wiped out!"

Minefield!

Jenkins felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head, and his vision even went black for a moment.

The enemy not only accurately predicted their jump point and ambushed their main fleet and carrier-based fighter jets, but also pre-laid such a large-scale intelligent minefield on their only escape route!

These trip mines are small in size and have weak signals, mixed in with the cosmic background radiation and asteroid dust, making it difficult for conventional post-jump scans to fully identify them in advance while they are traveling at high speeds!

Ahead lay an unseen minefield of death, behind them the relentless pursuit of Pluto's main fleet and the swarming "Swift" fighter jets like maggots clinging to bones...

A desperate situation.

A complete and utter dead end.

Jenkins opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter any effective commands for the time being.