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

The long-standing "traditional conflict" between the Navy and the Army (especially the Marine Corps), which spans across planets and the stars, has never truly disappeared due to changes in the form of warfare.

This is a subtle competition and mutual rivalry stemming from different combat environments, different ways of thinking, and even different honor systems.

Upon seeing the appearance of this group of "Hulks," the officers of the Pluto fleet, who had been peering out the window in amazement, almost reflexively and instantly abandoned their relaxed expressions.

They quickly turned to face the Marines, instinctively straightening their backs and raising their chins.

The relaxed curiosity on his face was quickly replaced by the somewhat indifferent and aloof expression of a naval officer.

Without a word, a silent aura permeated the space between the two groups of soldiers from different branches of the armed forces.

The most imposing officer, wearing four silver diamond-shaped epaulets, stopped five steps away from Qin Beiwang.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, quickly sweeping over the bar and two stars on Qin Beiwang's shoulder that represented the rank of lieutenant colonel. The cold, hard expression on his face was instantly replaced by a formulaic seriousness.

"Snapped!"

He stood with his heels together, back ramrod straight, and gave a near-textbook-perfect army salute, his voice booming and echoing through the hall:

"Good morning, sir!"

"Dragon War Legion, Hundred Dragons Marine Division, 104th Orbital Airborne Brigade, 3rd Mechanized Infantry Regiment, Armored Cavalry Platoon!"

"Feng Jinsheng, Captain!"

All the soldiers behind him stood at attention at the same time, their movements perfectly synchronized, like a dark green city wall frozen in time.

Although no words were spoken, the solemn aura was overwhelming.

Armored cavalry squad... Qin Beiwang understood.

It turns out they are elite armored infantry units that pilot light assault mechs or heavy powered exoskeletons. No wonder all of them are at least experienced sergeants and have exceptionally robust physiques, which are basic requirements for operating heavy equipment.

His expression remained calm as he raised his right hand in return, giving a crisp and clean naval salute.

"Thanks for your hard work."

His tone was calm, neither warm nor cold, consistent with the usual response of a senior military officer to a subordinate unit.

However, in this brief exchange of military salutes, during which both sides maintained rigid etiquette—

Wow! Mom, look!

Those uncles are so...so strong!

Like a steel giant from an animated film!

A childlike exclamation came from the direction of the lobby rest area.

A well-dressed boy of about seven or eight years old was excitedly pointing at Captain Feng Jinsheng and the group of muscular soldiers behind him. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were full of undisguised admiration.

But a wealthy woman beside him, adorned with jewels and exquisite makeup, suddenly changed her expression and hurriedly pulled the little boy back to her side.

She covered his mouth with her hand, lowered her voice, and spoke with obvious displeasure and a lecturing tone.

"Silly child! What are you yelling about!"

She glanced disdainfully at the dark green figures. Though her voice was low, it was clear to everyone because the hall was unusually quiet and she was somewhat agitated.

"What's so great about being a 'tin can' vendor?"

It's dirty and tiring, and you still have to be at the front to get shot!

She pulled the little boy closer to her and continued her "earnest instruction".

"If you want to be a soldier, you have to be a starshipman!"

Ideally, a fleet commander!

Like that lieutenant colonel Qin something-or-other who's been all over the news lately?

Yes, yes, Qin Beiwang!

The noblewoman's voice carried a hint of envy and shrewd calculation.

"Look at them, they drive such a huge starship, hide in the back, and fire a shot from afar, and then they can still run away!"

How safe!

The credit is even greater!

That's the path a smart person should take!

She patted the little boy's head, her tone both "loving" and realistic.

"But with your guts, you probably wouldn't even dare to fire a gun."

Never mind, Mom feels bad for me.

When you grow up, I'll have your dad arrange a position for you in the Quartermaster Department or the Logistics and Communications Department. You'll be sheltered from the wind and rain, and you won't even see the enemy. That's what I call a peaceful life!

We won't follow those big, dumb idiots...

Her words came to an abrupt halt as she finally noticed the eerie silence around her and the countless gazes directed at her.

Captain Feng Jinsheng's originally serious face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, with veins throbbing on his forehead.

The soldiers behind him gritted their teeth, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, their eyes burning with humiliation and anger.

Even the naval officers behind Qin Beiwang had strange expressions.

Although they were categorized as "intelligent people," the lady's extremely utilitarian remarks, which completely distorted the values ​​of soldiers, also made them uncomfortable.

Qin Beiwang sighed softly to himself.

This deep-seated branch-of-service discrimination and utilitarian view of career have long existed in certain circles within the Federation.

In many people's simplistic and crude understanding: armored cavalrymen who charge into battle in mechs are superior to ordinary infantrymen; naval personnel who command starships are superior to army personnel who roll around in the mud; and at the very top, the most enviable positions are always those in logistics or clerical positions that are far from the front lines and offer a stable and worry-free life.

Although the interstellar navy looks down on those land barbarians, this is an internal military matter.

We cannot tolerate those who have never even been on the battlefield desecrating this.

Therefore, Qin Beiwang was very dissatisfied with what the noblewoman said.

He lowered his head and whispered to Zhuang Zhixuan.

"I'll check their identities later; I quite like that kid."

He has the potential to become a destroyer captain!

When he turns eighteen, I'll ask the recruitment agency to take him over!

In this interstellar age, military service is the duty of every citizen.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for the other party to escape from one's grasp.

Then Qin Beiwang slowly looked at Feng Jinsheng, his tone still calm.

"Captain Feng, prejudice has always existed."

But true value is never determined by what others say.

"Your dignity lies where your battlefield is."

Continue with your mission.

Captain Feng Jinsheng took a deep breath and saluted again. This time, the gesture was less formulaic and more heartfelt.

"Yes, sir!"

He gave Qin Beiwang a deep look, then turned and led his soldiers away with heavy steps that seemed to carry a deeper meaning.

The hall returned to silence.

Standing next to Qin Beiwang, Qin Zhixuan said softly, "He's got some impressive size."

Upon hearing this, Qin Beiwang's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but his gaze remained calmly fixed on the empty starry sky outside the window.

He was fully aware of his exaggerated physique.

That's a typical outward manifestation of being injected with a low-level gene enhancer.

These types of enhancement agents can significantly improve basic muscle strength, bone density, and trauma tolerance. They are relatively inexpensive, readily mass-producible, and are the mainstream choice for arming ordinary Marines and some basic branches of service.

The trade-off is that it significantly promotes muscle growth, leading to a general trend towards "giant" body size and a heavier physiological metabolic burden.

But he, and the true core of the Federation's upper echelons, use something completely different.