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

On the communication channel, Meng Changfeng remained silent for five seconds.

Then he said.

"All officers and men of the Thunder, obey orders!"

"All troops, charge!"

"All officers and soldiers of the Shadowblade, obey orders!"

"All troops, charge!"

……

Qin Beiwang nodded.

"All ships attack!"

The order has been issued.

The engines of all eight starships simultaneously emitted blue light at maximum power.

In deep space, the small fleet began to accelerate, like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the distant enemy lines.

On Qin Beiwang's three-dimensional star map, the eight blue dots representing his side were neatly arranged in an attack wedge shape, their speed increasing steadily.

Ahead, the twenty-four red lights remained in a long, straight line, and had not detected their movements.

The distance is rapidly decreasing.

"Large-scale fleet signal detected! Azimuth 177, Depression -3, Distance—100 million kilometers!"

The sensor operators' gasps echoed across the bridge of the Imperial Glory.

His fingers stopped on the data panel, and he slowly looked up.

"Repeat."

"Federal fleet spotted on the flank!"

Quantity estimate... 8 ships! Flagship cannot be identified!

They're cutting in from our four o'clock position, and they're moving incredibly fast!

The bridge was deathly silent.

Wells stood up abruptly, the hem of his tactical robe sweeping across the armrest of the command chair.

He rushed to the main tactical screen, swiped his finger in the air, and brought up the sensor data for that direction.

On the right side of the screen, the previously empty deep space area is now illuminated by eight dazzling blue dots.

They were arranged in a standard attack wedge formation, with all their bows facing the stern of their fleet.

There was only the slowest dragon lizard fleet there.

"How is this possible..." the adjutant murmured, his face pale.

"Our flanking reconnaissance array is clearly..."

"The power of the flanking array is only 30% of that of the main array."

Wells' voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Because our main threat is on the front."

He stared at the suddenly appearing fleet, his mind racing with calculations.

One hundred million kilometers—an awkward distance in space warfare.

Too far away to engage in battle immediately.

Too close, and there's no time to adjust the formation.

Even more fatally, his fleet was now in a long, serpentine formation, pursuing the fleeing "Pluto Fleet".

The distance between them exceeds 150 million kilometers.

The vanguard has approached the area of ​​the previously detected "fleet communication signal".

Meanwhile, the slow-moving dragon lizard fleet was still trying to catch up.

If we turn around now to engage the enemy at the rear, it will take the entire fleet 30 minutes to complete the turn.

30 minutes is enough time for the opponent to fire seven or eight rounds of shots.

If he doesn't turn back and continues forward, he will completely expose his vulnerable rear to the eight enemy ships.

"Commander, we..."

The adjutant's voice trembled.

Wells did not answer immediately.

His gaze darted quickly between the two threats on the tactical screen.

Ahead lies the potential "Pluto Fleet," behind which are these eight newly arrived reinforcements.

A pincer attack from both sides.

A complete encirclement.

He himself, like a foolish long snake, slithered straight into the center of the net.

"We've been set up."

Wells' voice was low and cold. "It was all planned from beginning to end."

"So now we..."

"retreat."

Wells was resolute.

"Order the entire fleet to abandon the pursuit, turn towards 092, and disengage from the battlefield at full speed."

The remaining dragon lizard fleet broke through on its own and regrouped at the third rendezvous point.

"But Commander, if we retreat now, the Dragon Lizard Fleet will..."

"Good luck to Gore Victor."

Wells interrupted him, his eyes cold.

"The most important thing now is to preserve the directly subordinate fleet."

"Pass down the order and execute it immediately!"

The order was instantly transmitted throughout the entire command fleet and the Dragon Lizard fleet via quantum communication.

The massive fleet began to make an emergency turn, its engine exhaust tracing chaotic arcs in deep space.

However, the drawbacks of the long snake formation were now fully exposed.

The ships at the front could turn easily, those in the middle could adjust, but the Dragon Lizard fleet at the back needed much longer to keep up with the turning pace.

In the midst of this chaotic turn, the reconnaissance ship ahead delivered its final report.

"commander!

We caught up with that "reinforcements"...

The sounds coming from the communication channel were utterly absurd.

"It...it only has one ship. A Gale-class cruiser."

These multi-fleet communication signals are all simulated by it!

Inside the bridge, the air seemed to freeze.

Wells stood there, motionless.

His fingers pressed against the edge of the console, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

On that weathered face, there was first bewilderment, then realization, and finally, a raging fury.

"A ship..."

He repeated it in a low voice, his tone filled with self-mockery and anger.

"I was tricked by a ship."

They were completely outmaneuvered by a cruiser.

He recalled every decision he had made before.

Sending the main force to pursue, adjusting formation, fearing an ambush, deciding to retreat...

All of this is based on a false premise.

They were pursuing the Pluto fleet.

The truth is, there was only one lone cruiser, putting on a one-man show in deep space.

But now is not the time to be angry.

He forced himself to calm down and turned his gaze back to the tactics screen.

The eight enemy ships behind were already close to the rear of the fleet, while his fleet had only completed less than a third of its turn.

Worse still, the dragon lizard fleet, lagging behind, was about to be exposed to enemy fire.

On the bridge of the Kunlunshan, Qin Beiwang stared at the slowly turning red serpent on the 3D star map.

"They want to run away."

Qin Beiwang said slowly.

"Should we give chase?"

Zhuang Zhixuan asked.

"No."

Qin Beiwang's fingers moved rapidly across the control panel, locking onto the starship in the middle of the Dragon Lizard fleet.

That was the flagship of the Dragon Lizard Fleet, the battleship "Salamander," an old Imperial battlecruiser with heavy armor but slow maneuverability.

"Thunder calling Kunlun Mountain."

Meng Changfeng's voice came through the communication channel.

"The Thunder has locked onto the flagship of the Dragon Lizard Fleet and is ready to fire at any time."

"Let's give it to the main gun of Kunlun Mountain!"

The flagship of a sub-class fleet is perfectly suited to be the first to unleash the power of its two main guns!

Qin Beiwang said with a smile.

Inside the bridge, everyone held their breath.

They knew what was going to happen next.

The Kunlun Mountain's most powerful weapon, the heavy particle beam main cannon known as "the world-shaking force," has the power to vaporize a small meteorite in 0.3 seconds with a single shot.

However, the charging time is long and the energy consumption is huge, so it can usually only be launched two or three times in a battle.

Qin Beiwang, however, intended to reserve the first salvo for that outdated, old-fashioned flagship.

"Target locked."

The enemy flagship, the "Salamander."

His voice was calm.

Immediately afterwards, the artillery officer's voice came through the communication channel.

Distance: 2 million kilometers.

Azimuth correction: -0.3 degrees. Charging begins.