The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

An industrial fleet is anchored here, receiving large amounts of supplies from the space city.

Inside one of the engineering vessels of this industrial fleet, a somewhat overweight young man was rummaging through his suitcase.

"**, official titles, game consoles, movies, figurines, body pillows, soft drinks..."

One by one, items were pulled out of the suitcase, and the bed where the obese young man was sitting was piled with all sorts of things.

"John, what are you doing? *hiccup*"

A drunkard, carrying a bottle of liquor, leaned against the metal doorframe, burping drunkenly as he asked.

The obese young man, who had been called by the drunkard, replied briefly, "Prepare the food."

"Food? Where's the food? I happen to be missing some snacks to go with my drinks."

Upon hearing this, the drunkard immediately started looking around, his eyes darting furtively across John's bed, hoping to sneak some snacks to go with his drinks.

Unfortunately, none of these things were edible. The only edible item was soda. John, who was on a diet, didn't prepare high-calorie snacks as usual.

John, who was still checking his luggage, waved his hand impatiently and replied, "Stop looking. It's all spiritual nourishment. This time we're going on a voyage that will last for more than a year, and we'll stay at our destination for two years. Unlike before, when we could just set up a space city and connect to the network in a few weeks. Without this spiritual nourishment, I'll dry up."

"That sounds really pathetic. If you could learn to drink, you wouldn't be like this, hahaha, hiccup."

The drunkard laughed heartily and then let out another burp.

The obese young man rolled his eyes. "Personal preferences differ. For you, alcohol is a good drink, but for me, it's as disgusting as horse piss."

"Hiccup, you talk as if you've actually drunk horse piss. You really don't know how to enjoy life."

As he spoke, the drunkard began to gulp down the liquor from the bottle.

After checking his luggage and repacking everything into his suitcase, John turned and asked.

Did the captain say when we would depart?

"You do not know?"

The drunkard was taken aback and looked at John with some surprise. John was the second mate on the engineering ship, which was considered a leadership position.

John said helplessly, "I asked last time, and he said it would be more than a week before we set off, but he didn't say the exact time."

"Departure time is the day after tomorrow," the drunkard replied after thinking for a moment.

"Don't be so tense, John. Put your spirits up. We're the pioneers of all mankind this time, the first humans to arrive in the Kuiper Belt."

The drunkard laughed and walked over to pat John on the shoulder.

"On this one point, I don't think you have the right to criticize me."

John glanced at the bottle of liquor the drunkard was carrying and muttered a strange remark.

The industrial fleet docked on Neptune will embark on a deep-space voyage the day after tomorrow, heading to the Kuiper Belt, where it will remain for an extended period.

The Kuiper Belt is a region that humans have never explored before.

Although half a century ago, there was a decision to have the industrial fleet patrol the Kuiper Belt in order to ensure that humanity could retain its industrial capacity in the war against the Trisolarans.

However, for various reasons, this decision was later rescinded, and no human spacecraft ever reached the Kuiper Belt.

For the people in this industrial fleet, this was a completely unfamiliar mission.

Many people take various measures to suppress their inner tension, such as John checking his luggage and the first mate who keeps drinking next to him.

John carried the first mate, who was completely drunk in his room, to the ship's dining room. Turning around, he saw a group of people shouting and making a scene, their emotions running high.

"Cheating! This is blatant cheating!"

"Damn it! Human fleet, you better step up your game! I'm betting you can destroy more than ten enemy ships!"

"My God, my money! Last time we were able to destroy more than twenty enemy ships, how come we couldn't even destroy one this time?"

"I'm dumbfounded. This time, I'm afraid I'll have to give up even my underwear."

"That's a month's salary of mine..."

"Aba Aba..."

Some people were crying their eyes out, while others looked stunned. Some of these people were ordinary crew members, while others were senior crew members. What was unusual was that the engine room workers, who usually stayed in the ship's cabin, were also among them.

"What happened?" John walked over and patted one of the men on the shoulder.

When the third mate saw that it was John, he gave a brief explanation.

"These people, having nothing better to do, started a small betting game in private, betting on how many enemy ships the human fleet can destroy in this virtual war exercise."

Virtual war betting, a game that John and his crew often played on board to pass the time during their space voyage.

In virtual war exercises, how the players and the space force will perform is completely unknown, which is more exciting than horse racing and more likely to win over gamblers.

"And then?" John asked.

The third mate shrugged with a wry smile and said, "The defeat is inevitable. The human fleet has not destroyed a single enemy ship so far and continues to be crushed by the enemy."

John nodded. No wonder the crew members were wailing, since not a single enemy ship had been destroyed.

Everyone knows that the Trisolaran fleet always wins in virtual war exercises, so everyone bets on how many ships the Trisolaran fleet will be destroyed. The more ships destroyed, the higher the multiplier; if none are destroyed, the multiplier is zero.

The third mate, devastated by the loss of his money, looked pitifully at the captain.

"Captain, how about we just let this go this time?"

"That's right, Captain. Even the Trisolaran fleet couldn't pull off this kind of attack last time."

The crew members around him chimed in.

"The Trisolaran fleet possesses abundant antimatter and a variety of terrifying weapons, even capable of revealing the entire map, which is already quite cheating. This time, they've gone even further with such blatant cheating, making it hard to believe."

The captain sneered, "I don't care if you accept it or not. A bet is a bet, and if you're trying to cheat, then don't play next time."

"Please make an exception..."

"Fuck off!"

The captain glared at the group, and these people, who were still begging and pleading, shrank back in fear of the captain's authority.

John put on the virtual glasses and watched the virtual war between the human fleet and the Trisolaran fleet from a God's-eye view.

The war has become extremely fierce. Of the eight planets in the solar system, only four remain: Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. All of them have disappeared without a trace.

Near the orbits of these celestial bodies, there are numerous pieces of spacecraft debris, which, when refracted by sunlight, appear to resemble some kind of huge, irregular celestial body.

Some human warships were heading towards the sun when suddenly, death notices appeared on these warships, visible only to the audience.

The warship was unharmed, but the pilot inside was dead.

John adjusted the coordinates. The Trisolaran fleet was currently operating in orbit around Uranus. Through the debris scattered throughout space, John saw the Trisolaran fleet unleashing an invisible attack.

This attack spreads outwards, starting from the Trisolaran warship and expanding into a huge plane as the distance increases.

Zooming in for a closer look, John saw that it was a flat surface that could distort light, looking like a glass plate, but John knew it wasn't; no glass plate could grind a solid piece of metal into metal powder.

When the glass plate sweeps across, the matter it passes over will disintegrate into powder.

However, as the distance increases sufficiently, the plane loses its ability to crush matter and becomes invisible to the naked eye.

John quickly switched the camera to the inside of the target system, where he saw something astonishing.

The pilot, who was operating the warship, suddenly froze, then curled up in pain and collapsed, with a large amount of blood flowing from Qiqiao, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

John, no longer interested in watching, exited the spectator mode and asked the captain a question.

"Captain, what kind of attack did the Trisolaran fleet use?"

"I don't know, there's no official announcement."

The captain shook his head, somewhat melancholy, and said, "This time, the human fleet is completely useless. Lasers can't penetrate it, electromagnetic cannons can't penetrate it, and they can't even outrun the enemy fleet. This kind of war is impossible to fight. The gap is as wide as an insurmountable chasm. It's a pity that they just achieved some good results last time."

……

From the very beginning of the virtual war, players encountered an unseen attack. Many warships were undamaged, but their pilots died. After some players risked their lives to investigate, the players and the space force learned that the brains of the deceased had been turned into a mess by some unknown force.

The Space Force was unaware of the nature of the attack; they only learned from the command headquarters that Lin Feng had once again strengthened the Trisolaran fleet, and they were about to face an enemy even more powerful than the antimatter warships.

Thus, the battle took a very unfavorable turn from the very beginning.

Without understanding the true nature of the attack, it is impossible to achieve effective defense. Faced with an invisible attack, the Space Force's thick armor is as fragile as paper.

It's as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, no, even easier. This kind of attack hits an entire area at once. Many times, the entire fleet dies inexplicably, and no matter what measures the players or the space force take to protect the human body, it's all in vain.

Players and space forces alike felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Fortunately, by chance, the human fleet finally discovered that hiding near a planet could effectively defend against enemy attacks. The closer the enemy's attacks were to the celestial body, the more significantly their power would be weakened.

After much analysis and summarization, they determined that the unknown attacks from the Trisolaran fleet were gravitational waves.

Gravitational waves can penetrate any matter, and apart from distance, virtually nothing can weaken them. However, their behavior is affected by gravitational wells, making it difficult to interfere with matter within those wells.

Gravitational waves are like pressing down on cotton. The difference between the original thickness of the cotton and the thickness after pressing down is the power that gravitational waves can exhibit.

A gravity well is like a continuous force that compacts loose cotton. If the compacted cotton wants to be pressed thinner, it needs even more force to press it down.

The smaller the thickness difference, the weaker the gravitational waves will be.

Therefore, gravitational wave attacks are severely weakened near massive celestial bodies.

Therefore, the human fleet, relying on massive planets such as Uranus and Neptune, engaged in battle with the Trisolaran fleet.

Unfortunately, while the massive planet could weaken the gravitational wave attack, it created an opportunity for antimatter bombs.

Jupiter and other gas giants were successively bombed with antimatter bombs by the Trisolaran fleet. The massive explosions that released mass and energy at close range buried the entire human fleet, which relied on these four gas giants, into the universe.

The surviving warships fled towards the sun, hoping to rendezvous with the remaining human warships, but were killed one by one by the gravitational wave attacks released by the Trisolaran fleet.

The Space Force leadership is closely watching this virtual war. This is yet another devilish upgrade that Lin Feng has given to the Trisolaran fleet, and they cannot help but pay attention to the performance of the various fleets in the virtual war.

"The human side has 12 remaining fleets: 5 fleets belonging to the Space Force and 7 fleets belonging to the players. They are currently relying on the star's gravity to defend against the enemy's gravitational wave attacks."

Among the high-ranking members of the Space Force, someone made a simple count of the surviving human fleet.

"The player survival rate is so high?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"The Space Force has always been a key target of enemy attention."

"While players occasionally deliver brilliant performances, their consistency is inconsistent."

"They are now relying on the gravitational wells of stars to defend against enemy gravitational wave attacks, but this also means that antimatter bomb attacks could come at any time."

"It's better not to jump to conclusions so soon. Maybe they still have some plan to turn things around," a senior executive said, but even he himself didn't quite believe it.