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

There is no war here, only prosperity and order.

But they knew that it was the sacrifices and victories of countless distant battlefields like Savannah that had brought up this brilliant and peaceful starry sky before them.

Qin Beiwang's gaze calmly swept over the orbital elevators and the forest of ship shadows, finally settling on the increasingly clear blue planet below.

Awarding a medal is an honor.

But for him and the soldiers behind him who had just emerged from the flames of war, arriving at this center of power and glory must have been a complex experience.

Their battlefield is ultimately in the distance.

Following precise laser guidance, the shuttle slowly glided into the docking bay of a dedicated military port on the outskirts of the capital planet.

In stark contrast to the bustling and vibrant civilian starports on the outskirts, the atmosphere here is solemn and quiet.

The berths are mostly occupied by warships with sharp lines and austere paint schemes, as well as a few official shuttle boats marked with the insignia of high-level departments.

The port is spacious inside, but sparsely populated. Only uniformed ground staff and security personnel are working silently, their footsteps echoing clearly yet restrainedly on the polished alloy floor.

The hatch slid open silently, and a gentle breeze, balanced by air pressure, blew through.

Qin Beiwang stepped out first, followed closely by Zhuang Zhixuan and the other officers.

There were no welcoming crowds, no flashing media lights, only the even lighting inside the port and the low hum of machinery in the distance.

The entire return trip was kept secret, which is in line with the military's usual practice of handling the travel of frontline commanders to and from the core area discreetly.

They crossed the connecting jet bridge and entered a spacious waiting hall inside the port.

This place is also sparsely populated, but the view is extremely open.

One entire wall is a huge floor-to-ceiling transparent alloy window, replacing the traditional porthole, presenting the starry sky outside and the planets below without reservation.

"Wow……"

Several subordinates from remote star sectors or who had always been junior officers couldn't help but let out quiet gasps of amazement.

They walked quickly to the glass, their faces almost touching it, their eyes filled with shock and curiosity.

Outside the window, the vast universe unfolds like a curtain, dotted with countless stars.

Directly below, the azure sphere of the capital planet slowly rotates, surrounded by white clouds, with the outline of the continent faintly visible, forming a breathtaking picture together with the magnificent "Tower of Babel" and the endless stream of ships in orbit.

For many Federation soldiers who spend their entire lives stationed in star systems or at frontline bases, seeing the capital planet in person, especially from this perspective, is indeed a rare, even unique, experience.

Qin Beiwang looked at the rare, almost tourist-like expressions on his subordinates' faces and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He knew that for many ordinary federal citizens and rank-and-file soldiers, the capital star was a symbol, a center, yet also as distant as a star in the sky.

"It's still early; the medal-awarding ceremony will be tomorrow."

Go and take a look, take a close look.

He spoke to the crowd in a calm tone.

"The scenery here is indeed different."

With the commander's permission, the officers relaxed a bit, gathering by the window to discuss and point things out in hushed tones, temporarily escaping the tension of the battlefield.

Qin Beiwang turned his gaze to the side. Zhuang Zhixuan did not go to the window like the others. She just stood quietly in place, looking at the scene outside the window with a calm expression.

Qin Beiwang was about to speak, to say something like, "Why don't you go and take a look?", but then he changed his mind and stopped himself.

He remembered that Zhuang Zhixuan, like him, came from the Federal Star Sea Academy, and those years of her academic life must have been spent on the capital star.

For her, this place is perhaps more like a familiar "old haunt" than a wonder to marvel at.

Zhuang Zhixuan seemed to notice his gaze and the unspoken question.

She didn't turn her head, still looking at the blue planet outside the window, her voice steady.

It was as if he was stating something, or perhaps responding to the thoughts in his mind.

"Back on the capital planet, even the air smells different."

More...organized, more densely packed, and busier.

She paused, turned her head, and looked at Qin Beiwang.

"It feels even more unfamiliar to the commander, right?"

After all, this isn't Earth.

There was a hint of understanding in her tone.

Qin Beiwang nodded slightly, his gaze also falling on the beautiful planet below, but his eyes seemed to see beyond it to a more distant place.

"Yes. This place is wonderful, very prosperous, it's the pinnacle of human civilization."

He spoke slowly, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"But Earth... is a different kind of 'good'."

He described it briefly, as if sketching his homeland in his mind.

"There aren't that many skyscrapers there, and there aren't any rail elevators."

The land is vast, but the population is sparse.

The sky was crystal clear; at night, you could see the true Milky Way reflected in the sky, not just navigation beacons.

"The food we eat, the air we breathe, and the land we walk on all carry the most primal flavors."

It is not an artificially synthesized "nature," but nature itself.

Some families have operated there for centuries, not so much residing as preserving the land as it was originally.

He smiled, a smile that lacked the sharpness of a commander and instead possessed the gentleness of youth.

"Sometimes, looking at the endless steel and starry sky from the bridge, I suddenly miss the smell of earth after a rain on Earth, or an afternoon under an old tree where I don't have to think about anything."

Zhuang Zhixuan listened quietly without interrupting.

She knew about Blue Star, one of the few planets in the Federation that was strictly protected as a "model of human pastoral civilization," a "luxury" homeland that only the top class could possess.

It represents not the clamor of the center of power, but an almost mythical tranquility and naturalness.

Just as the officers were absorbed in the view outside the window, and Qin Beiwang and Zhuang Zhixuan were talking in hushed tones—

A series of heavy, orderly, and extremely imposing footsteps came from the direction of the hall entrance.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Each step seemed to strike the smooth alloy floor, carrying a certain undeniable, weighty rhythm.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A troop of soldiers marched into the hall with perfectly synchronized and powerful steps.

They wore crisp, dark green army uniforms, a stark contrast to the navy officers' dark blue uniforms.

What's even more striking is their physique—each one is nearly or even over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick backs. Their dark green military uniforms are stretched taut by their bulging muscles, making them look like moving hills as they walk.

With a cold and stern face and sharp eyes, he exudes a rugged aura that comes from years of rigorous training in ground-based or gravity-based environments.

In the interstellar age, starships dominate the skies.

However, landing operations, fortress battles, and planetary surface control still rely on these down-to-earth, steel backbones who fight amidst gravity and smoke.

They are the elite of the Federal Army, commonly known as the "Marine Corps".