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

The Pluto fleet's concentrated barrage not only destroyed the remaining Imperial warships, but its violent energy release and explosive impact also detonated or destroyed a large number of tripwire mines in and around the passageway.

The deadly minefield, under the even deadlier baptism of artillery fire, was instead "cleared" into a wider, but also more devastated, death zone.

At this moment, the Swift fighter jets, which had been waiting for a long time, swarmed in like vultures that had finally smelled blood and confirmed that it was safe, joining the final hunt.

For these agile fighter jets, the threat of minefields that hinder operations has been greatly reduced.

Their prey—the few remaining Imperial starships that were lucky enough to escape direct destruction by the main guns—were in even worse shape.

After being bombarded from both sides, the shields of these starships were exhausted, their thick armor was riddled with cracks and craters, many weapon arrays were destroyed, and their movements were slowed.

The Swift fighter jets roared past, encountering almost no effective energy shields to stop them.

The only thing they need to deal with are the scattered close-in weapon systems and point defense lasers on the ships, which are making futile noises.

A Swift easily evaded sparse anti-aircraft fire and delivered a fusion missile into the exposed engine nozzle of a cruiser.

The other aircraft precisely swept across the superstructure of a battleship with its machine guns, silencing the few remaining close-in weapon turrets one by one.

The fighter jets swept through the battlefield with incredible efficiency, like wolves among sheep.

They penetrated the ship's damaged hull and attacked critical internal systems; they circled the powerless behemoth, dismantling it bit by bit with missiles and lasers.

The massacre turned into a one-sided harvest.

Time passed amidst the embers of the explosion and the spreading debris.

When the last Imperial destroyer that was still able to move was destroyed by the follow-up fire of the Swift fighters, turning into yet another piece of floating metal debris.

In the center of the battlefield, only the battered flagship of the Megalodon fleet, the "Abyssal Fang," remained, its bow armor almost melted away, yet stubbornly afloat.

It stood like a dying behemoth, silently facing the graveyard of its fleet.

The main gun turret of the "Kunlunshan-Kai" slowly adjusted its angle for the last time, locking in this final symbol.

The charging light converged at the muzzle, steady yet deadly.

emission.

A pale beam of light pierced through the void, precisely striking the already overburdened midsection of the "Abyssal Fang".

This time, there was no struggle from shields, no stubbornness from armor. The beam of light, like a hot knife through wax, penetrated without hindrance, triggering an ultimate explosion that began from the inside and engulfed the entire behemoth.

boom----!!!

A burst of fire, more intense and longer than any previous explosion, burst forth in the starry sky.

The massive hull of the "Abyssal Fang" twisted, expanded, and finally disintegrated completely in the light, transforming into a rapidly spreading, brief nebula composed of molten metal and violent energy.

They were then swallowed up by the cold void, leaving only some larger pieces of debris slowly tumbling.

The signal marking the last combat unit of the Megalodon fleet disappeared completely from the Pluto fleet's tactical screens.

silence.

Then came the explosion.

We won!

We won!

An entire Imperial fleet!

On a Jianghe-class battleship, a young operator suddenly jumped up from his seat, raised his fist and shouted, his face flushed with excitement.

Many other young faces around him were also beaming with unbelievable ecstasy and excitement.

For many new recruits and officers who had just been transferred from other fleets, this was their first major fleet battle, and the result was the complete annihilation of an Imperial main fleet!

It's like a dream.

"Hey, newbie, save your energy."

A veteran artilleryman with old scars on his face slowly took a sip of his energy drink, glancing sideways at his excited comrade.

"In the Pluto fleet, this is just routine."

We dealt with Wells like this before in Elvira.

You'll get used to it.

Another veteran, who was inspecting the gun barrel for wear and tear, grinned and patted the young operator on the shoulder.

"Kid, be glad you were transferred here."

Following Commander Qin, you'll fight battles and reap the rewards.

Work hard, and don't make any mistakes that will get you kicked out!

Otherwise you'll miss out on a huge opportunity for promotion!

As the veterans spoke with a mix of joking and pride, the new recruits' initial excitement gradually subsided, transforming into a deeper, more profound sense of pride and a fervent anticipation for the future.

They looked out the porthole at the silent and majestic fleet formation, their hearts filled with a sense of belonging.

Bridge of the flagship "Kunlunshan-Kai".

The atmosphere here is more reserved, but a silent, fervent emotion flows in everyone's eyes.

The officers handled the post-war matters methodically: tallying the results, assessing damage, recovering valuable wreckage, or rescuing their own escape pods.

But their gazes would always unconsciously drift toward the young figure standing quietly in front of the tactical platform.

Deputy Commander Zhuang Zhixuan, the commander of the Shadowmoon-class destroyer who had just made a great contribution, and the commanders of each fleet...

Whether they were seasoned veterans or proud young men, at this moment, all they could see in Qin Beiwang's eyes was clear, even awe-inspiring respect and admiration.

From the proactive attack on Savannah, to the series of ambushes that severely damaged Obsidian and Iron Curtain, and now to this precise prediction and perfect ambush that annihilated the Megalodon...

After winning this series of battles, Qin Beiwang completely won over everyone with his incredible intelligence control, ruthless and precise tactical calculations, and his adventurous yet methodical command skills.

doubt?

It has long since vanished.

Worried?

It turned into anticipation of the next instruction.

They are now absolutely certain of one thing.

As long as they follow the young commander's orders, the Pluto fleet can continue to win and create more seemingly impossible victories.

This belief was more powerful than any pre-battle encouragement.

Qin Beiwang seemed oblivious to the stares behind him.

After confirming that the "Abyssal Teeth" signal had disappeared, he calmly pulled up the star map and looked into the far distance.

On the chessboard of the Savannah Galaxy, several important pieces have been eliminated, but the game is far from over.

On the tactical screen, the red markers representing the Megalodon fleet had all faded, leaving only a few flickering wreckage signals.

The blue array representing the Pluto fleet remained impeccably organized, but the latest damage and resource reports scrolling alongside revealed the cost behind the glorious victory.

Qin Beiwang shifted his gaze from the enemy wreckage area to his own team's data, quickly scanning the key entries: