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

The next morning, Qin Beiwang was awakened by an urgent communication notification.

It is Zhuang Zhixuan.

"Commander, all the new officers and recruits have arrived at the Shiva Star Naval Port No. 3."

The theater command orders you to proceed immediately to the A-17 large briefing room for takeover and initial instructions.

Qin Beiwang rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the lingering sleepiness.

After a quick wash and changing into civilian clothes, he was taken to the designated location by the military hovercraft that had come to pick him up.

The A-17 briefing room is located in the core area of ​​the main military base on Shiva and is a place specifically used for large fleet assemblies or the issuance of important orders.

When Qin Beiwang, accompanied by Zhuang Zhixuan, pushed open the heavy alloy door, even though he was somewhat prepared, the sight before him still made him pause slightly.

too big.

The briefing room, with its circular, tiered layout, was packed with people.

All the seats, roughly estimated to be nearly a thousand, were completely occupied!

The uniforms were all dark blue federal uniforms, with shoulder boards ranging from second lieutenant to colonel, forming a breathtaking blue ocean.

Everyone stood up straight, their eyes fixed on Qin Beiwang, who had just entered, with a mixture of awe, curiosity, and a quiet composure born of strict discipline.

Qin Beiwang remained expressionless as he walked along the central aisle toward the podium, subtly turning his head between each step.

Ask Zhuang Zhixuan in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"So many people?"

Could it be... that even the main gun commanders of each ship have been summoned?

His doubts are reasonable.

A typical Federation carrier-class fleet (rapid mobile strike group) is usually configured as follows: two main tiered fleets (each containing 6-7 sub-fleets, plus directly subordinate ships), plus a small carrier strike group (containing one aircraft carrier and supporting escort and support ships).

The total number of ships is approximately between 220 and 250.

Correspondingly, the number of high-ranking military officers required to be present to receive the order would be far less than that.

Zhuang Zhixuan followed half a step behind him, responding quickly in a low voice, her voice carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible vibration.

"Commander, our previous estimates... were too conservative."

She spoke faster and reported clearly.

"Based on the complete supplementary list and personnel configuration table we just received, the theater command has supplemented our 'Pluto' fleet with more than just a squadron and a carrier strike group."

"Instead, it is a complete, standard-organization mother-class fleet, including a carrier strike group and two graded fleets."

Qin Beiwang paused almost imperceptibly.

How come this replenished fleet has more starships than the original fleet?

If outsiders heard this, they might think that their Pluto fleet had been reorganized by the enemy.

Qin Beiwang had already reached the edge of the podium.

He stopped walking, not immediately turning to face the audience, but instead using the action of adjusting the microphone angle to process this astonishing information.

Including his original Pluto fleet (which was equivalent to one and a half graded fleets).

He will now command two carrier strike groups, three tiered fleets, and eight fighter wings.

A "rapid maneuver strike group" of this size has already surpassed the scope of "rapid maneuver" in terms of actual combat power and strategic projection capability, and is sufficient to serve as the core strike and decisive force in a strategic direction.

The theater command... or rather, the higher-ups, have made an astonishingly large move this time.

This is not just an award, but also a heavy expectation, and... the unimaginable pressure and risks that may follow.

Qin Beiwang turned around, facing nearly a thousand pairs of eyes below the stage.

The huge circular briefing room was completely silent, save for the low rumble of the ventilation system.

His gaze slowly swept across the audience.

These unfamiliar faces will soon become his new subordinates, and together they will ride this suddenly expanding steel behemoth towards the unknown and inevitably more brutal battlefield of space.

He didn't speak immediately, but just stood there quietly, letting the silence and the focused gazes linger for more than ten seconds.

Then, he pressed the microphone switch.

A clear and steady sound resonated throughout every corner of the hall.

Good morning, everyone.

"I am Qin Beiwang."

"From this day forward, most of you will serve alongside me under the banner of 'Pluto'."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the highest-ranking commanders in the front row with an almost tangible intensity.

"I know you come from different star regions, different galaxies, have different experiences, and may even have doubts or expectations about coming here."

I'll only say three things.

"First, forget your past. Here, there is only 'Pluto'."

"Secondly, I don't care who's behind you or what your qualifications are. Here, we only look at ability, battle achievements, and whether you can keep up with the fleet's pace."

"Third, and most importantly—"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a cold, sharp edge that belonged to the survivors of Savannah.

"We are about to face the Empire's most elite and ruthless fleet. They will not show any mercy just because we have more ships."

"Glory is earned with the blood and steel of the enemy, not with mere paperwork."

"Bring your people, familiarize them with your ships, and get them into their positions."

"Seventy-two hours from now, I want to see this newly formed fleet achieve initial combat capability."

"Disband!"

There was no unnecessary talk, no grand mobilization.

Only clear, even ruthless, orders, and the heavy responsibility weighing on everyone's heart.

The officers below the stage stood up in unison, and a thunderous response resounded throughout the hall.

"Yes, Commander!"

Amidst the uproar, Qin Beiwang turned and left the podium.

Zhuang Zhixuan quickly followed and whispered.

"Commander, this is a detailed list of all the newly acquired ships and the files of the principal officers, as well as encrypted documents from the theater command regarding our new area of ​​defense and recent mission briefings."

Qin Beiwang took the military data tablet she handed him and swiped his finger across the screen.

The densely packed ship codes, parameters, and personnel information scrolled rapidly on the screen.

He looked up at the heavy alloy door of the briefing room.

It was as if he could see through it his new warships, which had just arrived and were quietly moored in the naval port outside.

Destroyers, cruisers, replenishment ships... most of them were standard models, and although they were brand new, they did not exceed his expectations.

Until his fingertip stopped on a special category entry, the holographic projection next to it automatically magnified, revealing a three-dimensional structural diagram of a starship.

His gaze was instantly captivated.

That was a battleship.

However, its appearance is completely different from any of the Federation's current main battleships.

The ship's hull lines remain long and powerful, but its bow is the most eye-catching feature.

Instead of the robust particle-accelerated gun barrels or vertical missile launch arrays of traditional battleships, there was an exceptionally complex multi-layered structure.