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

On the bridge of the Imperial Glory.

Wells stared at the dot on the tactical screen that simulated the enemy desperately fleeing, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Qin Beiwang..."

He whispered the name.

"Let your father see that the battlefield is not a place for young masters."

Meanwhile, 5 million kilometers away, on the bridge of the Lightning, alarms were blaring mournfully.

"The Shadow and Dark Shadow have detected a large-scale engine signal!"

The sensor manager's voice was almost screaming.

"At least 20 ships! They're coming at us at full speed!"

Captain Li Zhen's face was deathly pale, but he gripped the armrest of the command chair tightly.

"Full ship, maximum acceleration!"

withdraw!"

He gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Relay the commander's order: have the Shadow and the Shadowship disperse and escape!"

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the battleship Kunlunshan.

"Attention all fleet members, full speed ahead!"

Qin Beiwang's voice echoed across the bridge of every starship in the Pluto fleet.

It was as calm as if he were reading out routine training instructions.

"Target: The tail of the slower-moving Dragon Lizard fleet, adjust course to 042, depression angle -12."

Full speed ahead, main weapon systems charged to combat readiness.

There was a deathly silence on the bridge for three seconds.

Then, the communication channel erupted in chaos.

"Commander, is this order confirmed?"

The voice of Meng Changfeng, captain of another cruiser, came first, filled with disbelief and doubt.

"Commander, we only have 8 ships."

The other six are destroyers with slightly weaker firepower.

To launch a surprise attack on two of the enemy fleets?

Those were twenty-four enemy ships!

The numbers are vastly different, more than 3 to 1!

"confirm."

Qin Beiwang's fingers moved rapidly across the control panel, synchronizing the attack route with all ships.

"The opponent is chasing Lightning in a long, single-file formation; their formation is too long."

The slower, older starships are all at the rear!

We'll attack their weak rear!

"Weak? There are still twelve ships guarding that spot!"

Meng Changfeng said softly.

"Even with our equipment advantage, a head-on charge would be suicide!"

Zhuang Zhixuan also quickly walked to Qin Beiwang's side.

Lower your voice.

"Commander, I understand you want to save the Lightning, but such an attack... is too risky."

We can take advantage of our distance to launch harassing attacks from the perimeter, tying down the enemy and buying time for the Lightning.

Meanwhile, we await Commander Yang's reinforcements!

"The Lightning won't last until then."

Qin Beiwang interrupted her and pulled up the sensor data.

"The starships of Wells' direct fleet are relatively fast."

The lead destroyer can catch up with the Lightning in just one and a half hours.

Besides, everything I did before wasn't to passively take a beating!

His gaze swept over every shocked face on the bridge before returning to the main tactics screen.

A 3D star map unfolded before his eyes, and the system was running the latest round of tactical simulations.

Blue and red light spots collided and intertwined in the virtual space, and hundreds of possible battle trajectories spread like a spider web.

The simulation results flickered at the edge of the field of view:

[Success rate of the A-7 assault plan: 75.3%]

[Key Variable: Enemy Commander's Personality Model (Conscious Type)]

[Expected enemy reaction: 71% probability of choosing to temporarily retreat and reorganize their formation rather than immediately engage in a head-on confrontation]

If the enemy chooses to engage in a direct confrontation, the success rate will drop to 42.7%.

A 75% chance of winning.

This number echoed in Qin Beiwang's mind.

"Captain Meng, Deputy Commander Zhuang, let me finish."

His voice remained steady, but carried an unquestionable authority.

"We are not fighting twenty-four ships head-on."

I'm making a gamble with a very high chance of winning!

He brought up Wells's profile on the tactics screen.

"Remington Wales, 63 years old, served forty years and participated in thirty-seven battles."

They have a brilliant track record, but they have one characteristic—caution, extreme caution.

He never fights a battle he's not 80% sure of winning, and he never puts himself in a position where he might be surrounded.

"this?"

Meng Changfeng remained puzzled.

"When he saw a well-equipped fleet, despite being outnumbered, rushing straight towards his tail."

His first reaction wouldn't be to "fight back".

Rather, it's a trap.

Qin Beiwang retrieved a 3D simulation of the assault route.

He would wonder, why does this fleet dare to charge like this?

Is there reinforcement?

Is there an ambush?

Did I miss something?

He zoomed in on the details of the joint area.

"And in those few minutes when he hesitated..."

Our strike force has caught up with him.

Once he engages the enemy, he has no time to think things through.

He only had two choices: confront them head-on.

They risked being severely damaged by our elite equipment.

"Either retreat temporarily and regroup."

"If he chooses to retreat, the Lightning will be saved."

Zhuang Zhixuan understood.

"more than."

A cold glint flashed in Qin Beiwang's eyes.

"If Wells turns around, then we'll back off!"

Their starships are not as advanced as ours!

They can't catch us!

He brought up the communication interface, where an encrypted message was being edited.

"I want to send a message to Commander Yang Shao."

Zhuang Zhixuan looked at the brief message:

The main force of the Wells Squadron, its direct fleet, and the Dragon Lizard Fleet are currently engaged in battle with our forces on the planet Agbart.

Coordinates have been attached.

It is recommended that the Shiva and Ork war zones immediately organize a counterattack.

To delay the opponent's reinforcements.

Safe jump points within the galaxy can be used to ambush and cut off the enemy's retreat.

"What are you doing...?"

She gasped.

"This is a gamble on a much bigger game."

Qin Beiwang clicked send.

"If Wells was indeed as cautious as the intelligence suggested, he would likely have chosen to retreat when he was attacked and learned that he might be surrounded."

Once he began his retreat, the entire Wells squadron's offensive collapsed.

Meng Changfeng's voice came through the communication channel. This time, there was no doubt, but rather a hint of deep thought.

"Commander, are you sure Wells would think that way?"

What if he sees through this bluff?

"Then let's proceed with Plan B."

Qin Beiwang said calmly.

"We fought and retreated, using our equipment advantage to wage a war of attrition."

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we pursue; when the enemy is trapped, we harass!

The Kunlun Mountain's "Kaitian"-class heavy particle beam main gun has a longer range than any of their ships, and can attack them from outside their main gun range.

This buys time for the Lightning, and also buys time for the other fleets.

He paused, then added.

"But according to my calculations, there is a 70% chance that Wells will choose to be cautious."

For an old general like him, a risky victory was far less important than preserving the strength of the fleet.

In the Frey Empire, the fleet is their lifeblood.

If you destroy it, you'll lose everything!

He can't afford to lose!

Silence fell over the bridge.

The officers exchanged glances, and they could see the hesitation on each other's faces fading, gradually being replaced by a resolute determination.

Zhuang Zhixuan looked at Qin Beiwang's profile.

A hint of admiration crept into his eyes.

This "academic underachiever," who once didn't even know the basic distance of quantum communication, is now devising a tactic that could influence the outcome of the entire war zone.

His logic is impeccable.