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

In the shadow of the largest piece of ice rock.

A starship, entirely black and flat in shape, is shutting down all its active systems, lying in wait like a shark lurking in the deep sea.

The bridge was almost completely dark, with only the faint, cold light from the control console illuminating a few focused faces.

"The passive array received a quantum harmonic signal."

The sensor operator lowered his voice to report.

"Azimuth 042, distance... approximately 1 million kilometers."

The signal strength is moderate, but the modulation pattern is very clear.

Captain Shi Jiyuan leaned forward slightly from his command chair.

He was a middle-aged military officer in his early forties, with a thin face and deep-set eyes.

That is a typical characteristic left by long-term deep space reconnaissance work.

"Analyze signal characteristics."

His voice was hoarse.

The operator rapidly typed on the keyboard, and a series of data appeared on the holographic screen.

"High-frequency quantum communication, encryption level...A7, standard tactical communication level of the Federation Fleet."

At least six different command channels were detected, as well as tactical coordination and firepower allocation.

It looks like an entire fleet!

An excited glint flashed in Shi Jiyuan's eyes.

He had been lying in wait in this asteroid belt for 20 hours, ordered to monitor for any anomalies in the direction of the Bitoia system.

Now, the prey has finally appeared.

He originally thought there was only one starship, but it turned out to be an entire fleet!

He stood up and paced a couple of steps in the cramped bridge.

This is a major discovery.

"Communications Officer".

He gave the order.

"Contact Commander Wells via encrypted channel."

Report content: A Federation fleet communication signal was detected 4 million kilometers from the flank of Agbart.

After a long time, on the outskirts of Agbart.

Inside the bridge of the "Imperial Glory," the flagship of the Wells Squadron of the Free Empire.

General Remington Wales was staring at the encrypted report that had just been transmitted to the tactical screen.

Sixty-three-year-old Wells had the typical appearance of a veteran Imperial soldier.

His short, gray hair was shaved into a buzz cut; his face was thin but with strong features, and deep-set eyes held a pair of hawk-like gazes.

He was wearing a crisp, dark gray Imperial Space Force colonel's uniform, with three rows of medals pinned to his chest.

That was a testament to his forty-year military career.

"Sent by Shi Jiyuan?"

He asked his adjutant, his voice low and steady.

"Yes, Commander."

The adjutant stood at attention in response.

"Communication signals of the Federation fleet were detected 5 million kilometers from the flank of Agbart."

It stopped 3.8 million kilometers away from those two reconnaissance ships!

Wells raised his eyebrows slightly.

He walked to the tactical screen, swiped his finger across the air, and brought up a detailed star map of that area.

"3.8 million kilometers..."

He muttered to himself.

"The main fleet is 3.8 million kilometers away from their two known reconnaissance ships..."

This doesn't make sense.

The adjutant waited quietly.

He followed Wells for twelve years.

I know this veteran doesn't like to be disturbed when he's thinking.

"Federal Standard Operating Procedures!"

Wells said slowly.

"The maximum safe distance between a reconnaissance ship and the main fleet is 180 million kilometers."

Tactical coordination will become difficult.

And this ship... is 3.8 million kilometers away.

Beyond this distance, quantum communication experiences a one-second delay for every 100,000 kilometers.

The opponent was perfectly positioned within this extreme distance.

Although there are many irrationalities in it.

But Wells had no time to think about it anymore.

Previously, the communication direction between the two reconnaissance ships and the rear fleet was determined using a quantum harmonic orientation instrument.

Now, high-frequency fleet communication signals have been received.

All signs indicate that a fleet is heading to Agbart.

Just then, the Dark Scorpion special reconnaissance ship sent another communication request.

With the help of a quantum communication relay on another Shadow Scorpion special reconnaissance ship.

Communication between the Dark Scorpion and the Imperial Glory is virtually instantaneous.

"commander!

Quantum communication signals are gradually weakening.

The other party is very likely turning around and running away!

Shi Jiyuan's voice was very urgent.

It is running away.

Why?

Could it be that the two reconnaissance ships relayed the information they had gathered to the fleet?

Do they know about the existence of our two fleets?

Considering the other party's previous actions and their completely unprepared demeanor,

This is not something a fleet commander would do.

Wells narrowed his eyes slightly.

He recalled the latest report from the intelligence department.

Regarding the personnel relocation of the Iron Fist Fleet.

Qin Beiwang, the youngest son of Marshal Qin Qianfan.

He was appointed commander of the Pluto fleet.

A 22-year-old major, through his father's connections, was directly appointed as the fleet commander after graduation.

A typical son of a federal elite, a typical gilded military officer.

But the Pluto fleet.

That was the best-equipped sub-fleet of the Iron Fist Fleet.

The T5-class battleship Kunlunshan, and the T4-class cruisers and destroyers.

If such a useless person were to be in command...

Wells suddenly understood.

"It's the Pluto fleet."

His voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

"The fleet led by the son of that federal marshal."

Only he would do something so foolish.

"This sent two reconnaissance ships 3.8 million kilometers away."

The adjutant was taken aback.

"Commander, are you sure?"

"Sure."

Wells walked back to the conductor's seat and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Think about it, what if it were veterans like Zhao Rui?"

Would they send reconnaissance ships directly to a location 3.8 million kilometers away from the main fleet?

Only a spoiled brat lacking practical experience and overconfident in his abilities would come up with such a "brilliant plan."

The plan is to increase the distance between the reconnaissance ships and the main fleet, so they can withdraw earlier!

He shook his head, his sarcasm deepening.

"Has the federal government become so corrupt?"

Even the position of fleet commander can be used for gilding.

Even the worst-performing trash can become a commander, even if it's just a small sub-class fleet.

Now we've received news from the reconnaissance ship that they know of our presence.

They wanted to turn around and run away!

"So now we..."

"Now?"

The gleam in Wells' eyes was like that of a hunter spotting his prey.

"Now we know who our opponent is."

An inexperienced rookie is commanding a well-equipped fleet.

This is a golden opportunity.

He stood up, his voice echoing in the command channel.

"Send the order to the direct fleet and the Dragon Lizard Fleet."

Full speed ahead!

We can't let this big fish get away!

"commander!"

The adjutant cautiously offered a reminder.

"This could be a trap. They might be deliberately trying to lure us into an attack..."

"If it's a trap, then we should go even more."

Wells interrupted him.

How sophisticated can a trap set by a rookie commander be?

I want to go and see for myself just how capable this marshal's son really is.

The order has been issued.

The massive Wells-owned fleet and the Dragon Lizard fleet began to advance at full speed.

The engines of 24 starships ignited simultaneously, leaving countless blue trails in deep space, like a pack of wolves running for their prey.