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

The commander of the Divine Arrow Fleet, his sharp eyes gleaming, initially showed disbelief, which was replaced by intense fighting spirit and curiosity. He licked his slightly dry lips and whispered, "Mother-class fleet... interesting. We must clash at them in the next joint exercise."

The commander of the cavalry fleet slammed his fist on the command platform, his face beaming with excitement: "Damn! That's fucking awesome! That's the way to fight! Forget about seniority, whoever can cut off the Imperial fleet's dog heads is the boss!"

The bridge of the Flame Demon Ship.

Nie Xinghe stood there, his cheeks still seemingly tingling from the slap he had just delivered to Zhou Junfeng.

As he listened to the promotion order and watched the fleet sailing silently on the screen, seemingly surrounded by an invisible halo, the last trace of complex emotions in his heart finally subsided completely.

It's not about being relieved, but about accepting it.

It is a soldier's pure recognition of the stronger.

He has reached where he is today through 25 years of steady promotions.

The opponent achieved a brilliant victory, leaping to the same level, or even... a broader platform.

The paths may be different, but they converge at the same destination.

Nie Xinghe was convinced.

He slowly turned around, his face regaining its usual resolute and composed expression, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of solemnity.

He established full-frequency communication with the entire escort fleet, including the Pluto Fleet.

His voice, clear, steady, and powerful, resonated in the command center and public channels of every ship:

"Announce to the entire formation."

"At the highest standard—"

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the bridge porthole, meeting that of the battered flagship "Kunlunshan" in the distance.

Then, word by word, as if making an oath:

"Protecting our heroes—"

"go home."

After a brief silence—

"Snow Leopard Fleet received! Escort formation adjusted! Heroes, welcome home!"

The Snow Leopard Fleet commander's voice followed immediately, filled with sincere respect.

"Arrow Fleet received! Top-tier escort in place! Salute to the Pluto Cluster!"

The commander of the divine arrows spoke with unwavering resolve.

"Fleet of cavalry, received! Damn it, keep up! Anyone who falls behind is a coward! Head home!"

The cavalry commander's rough voice revealed undisguised enthusiasm.

In an instant, the massive joint escort fleet seemed to be infused with an invisible force on the vast and silent waterway.

The formations of each fleet were slightly adjusted, becoming more solemn and rigorous.

Inside the portholes of each starship, officers and soldiers alike instinctively straightened their backs, facing the direction of the Pluto fleet, and paid their respects.

Without any orders, a solemn yet fervent atmosphere flowed silently through the cold steel fleet.

They were escorting not only a victorious fleet returning home.

It is also the birth of a legend, the rise of a general, and... the purest yearning and salute to the word "victory" in the hearts of all soldiers.

The Pluto fleet sailed toward the starlight of Elvira amidst this silent, highest level of respect.

A week later.

A silver-gray, sleek Federal-standard high-speed shuttle departed from Elvira Starport and silently glided into the jump channel.

The submarine had few passengers, but it represented the core of the newly formed "Pluto" rapid-mobility strike group.

The newly appointed Senior Colonel Qin Beiwang, Deputy Commander Zhuang Zhixuan, and several squadron commanders and key department heads who performed outstandingly in the Battle of Savannah.

Their destination is the political and military core of the Federation—the capital planet of the Galactic Star System.

The purpose of this trip is to receive public honors and awards from the highest levels of the federal government.

Savannah's battle report and promotion order had already shaken the upper echelons, and a formal, Federation-wide honor ceremony was inevitable.

After several precise and smooth jumps, the shuttle traversed a vast star field.

As the blue glow of the final jump faded outside the porthole, the scene ahead, even for these soldiers accustomed to deep space and massive fleets, brought a visual and emotional shock.

The capital planet has appeared.

It is not alone, hanging in the darkness.

Its surrounding space is an extremely busy and spectacular three-dimensional world composed of light, metal and orderly movement.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dense array of "spots of light," as dazzling as the Milky Way in midsummer.

Those were countless starships of all types.

Small and swift shuttle boats and transport boats, like swimming fish, flow continuously through the fixed light belt of waterways.

Medium-sized cargo ships and passenger ships moved slowly along the wider channel, their belly indicator lights flashing regularly.

Further out are various types of large warships and large civilian vessels, all with large, well-defined outlines, quietly anchored in designated areas or undergoing orderly movement.

The Federation's star emblem and the insignia of each fleet on these steel behemoths reflected a cold gleam under the starlight.

Between starships, countless tiny navigation beacons, automated service vehicles, and defensive orbital platforms form the lifeblood and nodes of this three-dimensional transportation network.

The indicator lights for laser ranging signals and communication channels turn on and off silently, weaving together a highly efficient and orderly optical network.

The entire space was busy but never chaotic, filled with an overwhelming sense of power and technology belonging to the top core of an interstellar civilization.

The most breathtaking thing is the "umbilical cord" connecting this busy space to the blue planet below.

Hundreds of magnificent "anchor points" are evenly distributed along the rotational orbit of the capital star.

Each anchor point is a massive geostationary space station, far exceeding the size of an ordinary military starport.

From the "bottom" of these space stations, hundreds of straight "lines" emitting a soft blue guiding halo extend vertically downwards, breaking through the thin atmosphere and firmly "nailing" themselves onto the giant receiving platforms at corresponding locations on the planet's surface.

This is the famous "Tower of Babel"—the Capital Star Orbit Elevator.

They are not simply transportation pipelines.

Inside each "elevator" guide light strip is a high-speed vacuum magnetic levitation channel.

Giant passenger/freight capsules travel between heaven and earth at astonishing speeds, efficiently transporting people and goods.

These orbital elevators are the true lifeline of the capital planet.

The ships docked at the starport receive supplies, passengers come and go, resources sustain the planet's operation, and even modular components for some light ships are exchanged continuously through these giant pillars made of steel and light.

The shuttle adjusted its attitude and merged into a guiding route pointing to a specific orbital space station.

Like a small silver fish swimming among a pod of giant whales, it steadily and firmly sails towards the heart of civilization where light converges in this magnificent and bustling spectacle of starry sky, created by human technology.

It was very quiet inside the boat.

Everyone silently gazed at the breathtaking view outside the porthole.