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

"Gold epaulettes!"

This word struck like an electric current, piercing the air in the command center.

In the Imperial Army, the gold star shoulder insignia is the exclusive badge of officers of general rank and above.

This means that the commander is summoning all the generals of the entire theater command!

A suppressed commotion and hurried footsteps suddenly filled the corridor.

Those generals who were originally handling affairs in various offices and places, regardless of their military branch or what they were busy with.

Upon hearing this unprecedented roar, everyone was startled, immediately dropped everything, and turned to walk briskly toward the operations room located in the core area of ​​the headquarters.

No one dared to speak, or even exchange glances.

Everyone could feel the terrifying pressure of an impending storm from Strauss's unusual and undisguised rage.

Some of the younger civilian officers or junior staff officers were so frightened that they shrank back behind their workstations, not daring to even lift their heads.

They had never seen Commander Strauss, who was known for his cold and dignified demeanor, so out of control, so... murderous.

About half an hour had passed since Strauss's roar summoned all the officers to the operations room.

The atmosphere in the operations briefing room remained heavy. Junior officers were processing intelligence from other star systems, but everyone seemed somewhat distracted, their ears perked up, watching for any movement in the corridor or conference room.

Suddenly, the highest priority communication alert rang out sharply, breaking the oppressive silence in the room.

A young intelligence officer practically pounced on the terminal, quickly decrypting and reading it.

His face turned from pale to deathly white in a few seconds, his lips trembled, and he tried to speak several times but could not make a sound.

"Wha...what's going on?"

A colleague nearby noticed something was wrong and asked in a low voice.

The intelligence officer finally found his voice, which was dry and rough, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"From... the Mermaid Fleet, encrypted confirmation... the Megalodon Fleet... in the Z-78 jump point region of the Savannah system... confirmed to have been ambushed and completely annihilated."

The enemy... is highly suspected to be the main force of the Pluto fleet.

"Clang!"

Someone knocked the metal pen holder off the table.

The briefing room fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone froze, their faces filled with utter shock and bewilderment.

The Megalodon...was also wiped out?

Another one?

Moreover, it is a complete, graded fleet!

A fleet of over one hundred starships!

How long has it been since the last report of the Iron Curtain fleet's disastrous defeat?

"That's impossible!"

A middle-aged intelligence officer suddenly stood up, his voice trembling with excitement.

"The timing doesn't match!"

Intelligence regarding the Iron Curtain has been delayed!

They must have been delayed in reporting the attack, otherwise how could the two battle reports be so close together!

The two places are so far apart!

The Megalodon must have jumped in later, and then immediately…

"Shut up!"

Colonel Shane Crawford, head of the strategic briefing room, interrupted him sharply.

"Now is not the time for you to analyze whether the Iron Curtain Fleet was late in reporting!"

He took a deep breath, as if he needed immense courage to face the thin yet incredibly heavy battle report before him, and... the person he was about to confront.

His gaze slowly swept over the group of officers in the room. Everyone he saw subconsciously lowered their heads, looked away, or pretended to be busy.

"This intelligence..."

Crawford's voice was hoarse.

"This must be reported to the commander immediately."

He paused for a moment, then asked a question that made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Who's going?"

silence.

A suffocating silence.

The briefing room, which had been somewhat agitated by the shock just moments before, was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The officers wished they could bury their heads in their chests or become decorations on the walls.

No one dared to look up and make eye contact with the person in charge, and no one responded.

Are you kidding me?

The commander was still furious about the previous crushing defeat, and he had yelled at all the generals in the conference room, leaving the office in a mess.

Now, he has to present him with a battle report that is ten times worse than before, announcing the complete annihilation of yet another main fleet.

This isn't a report; it's like detonating a bomb, and you're standing right in the eye of the blast!

Colonel Crawford glanced around, his gaze finally settling on the young intelligence officer.

"What's your name?"

Crawford glanced at the four silver diamond patterns on the other person's epaulettes.

Then he shouted.

"Captain?"

The young intelligence officer jumped to his feet.

He saluted Crawford and replied hesitantly.

"yes!

Reporting to Colonel Crawford!

My subordinate's name is Garrett Wolfe!

Crawford thought to himself.

Wolf?

That doesn't sound like an aristocratic surname!

It's him!

Crawford casually returned the greeting.

He then said.

"Captain Wolf!"

I heard you're good at completing tasks assigned by your superiors without fail!

Wolf swallowed hard.

After a struggle within himself, he finally spoke.

"Yes, Your Excellency Colonel!"

I would be very happy to present this intelligence to General Strauss!

It's my pleasure!"

Upon hearing this, Crawford immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were a hothead instead, it would be much harder to handle.

If the other party agrees, it can be considered a solution to my problem; at most, I can compensate them afterward.

Outside the operations conference room.

Captain Wolf felt the data panel in his hands was as heavy as starship armor.

He walked stiffly toward the tightly closed, soundproof alloy door. The closer he got, the clearer the angry shouts and table-slamming sounds, though muffled by the door, became.

That was undoubtedly the voice of General Strauss, like the roar of a wounded thunder beast.

He stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, but couldn't inhale much courage.

He raised his hand and tapped his knuckles three times on the cold metal, the sound so soft he could barely hear it himself.

"roll!"

Strauss's extremely impatient roar immediately came from inside the door.

Wolf's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced himself to raise his voice slightly.

"Report!

commander!

It's...it's the latest battle report from the Savannah system!

Highest priority!

The angry shouting inside stopped abruptly.

After a two-second silence, the door lock made a slight "click" sound and slid open automatically to one side.

Wolf walked in and was immediately overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room.

The huge oval conference table was filled with generals wearing gold star epaulets.

These usually high-ranking figures, without exception, had their heads bowed, staring at the table in front of them or their own fingers.

No one dared to exchange glances, and no one dared to look at the person in the main seat.

The air was so heavy it felt like you could wring water out of it.