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

His tone was no longer as cold as usual; instead, it carried a faint, almost comforting quality.

"commander!"

"This result... might be a good thing for you."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, and turned her gaze to their fleet outside the window.

Do you remember when you first took office?

"Alcoholic, undisciplined, and completely ignorant of naval affairs, everyone thinks you're just a rich kid who's here to gain experience."

The corners of her mouth even curved slightly, as if she had remembered something.

"But you changed starting from the Elvira galaxy."

It has become... incomprehensible, yet undeniably impressive.

"Lead us to fight Wells, fight Obsidian, fight Megalodon..."

Every time it was a desperate situation, every time we thought it was all over, but you always managed to lead us out and achieve results that no one could have imagined.

Her voice was soft, yet every word was clear.

"You are no ordinary general."

You have something about you that... can ignite desperation and create miracles.

This kind of thing is more valuable than an entire fleet.

"Given time, you will surely reach even greater heights."

Like Marshal Qin Qianfan, one must wield power in a region and truly influence the格局 (geju, overall situation/格局) of Xinghai.

She withdrew her gaze and looked directly at Qin Beiwang, her eyes clear and calm.

"It would be a waste and too cruel to send a talent like you to join us... to fill a pit that is destined to be filled with blood and flesh."

"While the headquarters' actions may be cold-blooded, from a higher perspective... they're correct."

"You must live. The Federation needs you to live and rise to higher positions."

Her words were rational, insightful, and even carried a martyr-like calm.

She accepted her fate and tried to get Qin Beiwang to accept the "path to survival" that had been arranged for him.

Qin Beiwang listened quietly.

He looked at Zhuang Zhixuan, his always calm and reliable deputy.

At this moment, like a true soldier, he calmly faces his known fate of death, and is still comforting the person he has been protected.

The pent-up flame in my heart was not extinguished; on the contrary, it burned even more fiercely and painfully because of this composure and sacrifice.

They regarded him as a "talented leader," as "hope," and as a spark that needed protection.

But has anyone asked whether this "spark" of his is willing to leave the "firewood" that burns for him and is also willing to be extinguished for him?

He slowly inhaled and then slowly exhaled.

All emotions vanished from his face, replaced by his usual calm, even more profound than before.

Qin Beiwang slowly shook his head.

"No."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a rock that had crashed into an icy lake—clear, firm, and uncompromising.

"I will not accept this order."

He looked at Zhuang Zhixuan, his eyes showing neither anger nor grievance, but only an unquestionable determination.

"No one can separate me from my fleet."

It didn't exist before, it doesn't exist now, and it won't exist in the future.

Zhuang Zhixuan widened her eyes slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But looking into Qin Beiwang's unfathomable eyes, which burned with a kind of flame she had never seen before, all her words of persuasion stuck in her throat.

She knew him and knew that when he spoke in that tone, everything was already set in stone.

"Activate fleet-wide broadcast."

Qin Beiwang commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"All channels are mandatory to listen to."

"...Yes, Commander."

Zhuang Zhixuan took a deep breath and turned to carry out the order.

She was shaken, yet also subtly moved by this madness that went against the tide.

Soon, a deep and familiar voice forcefully cut into every starship, every cabin, and every pair of headphones in the Pluto fleet.

"All officers and soldiers, this is Qin Beiwang."

The moment the sound rang out, countless officers and soldiers who were busy, anxious, or demoralized subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

It's the commander's voice!

"I know that you, like me, have seen the battle reports of the surrounding galaxies constantly collapsing."

Blue moon, flowing light, grand mansions, a myriad of sights… the imperial fleet is closing in step by step.

The voice calmly stated the cruel truth, without concealment or embellishment.

This gave many soldiers, who were filled with anxiety, a strange sense of reassurance.

"We may feel powerless, angry, and doubt whether we can hold onto the stars beneath our feet."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, taking on a sharp edge:

"But just now, a transfer order was sent to me."

"They want to transfer your commander."

"Let me leave Pluto, leave you all, and go to the rear—to be a safe, cowardly turtle."

These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the ears of all the listeners!

Countless officers and soldiers suddenly raised their heads, their faces filled with disbelief.

Inside the command center, the officers exchanged shocked glances.

Inside the hangar, the ground crew gripped their tools tightly.

At the gun emplacement, the soldier's finger hovered over the button.

"You say—"

Qin Beiwang's voice came through the radio, carrying an almost provocative, soul-searching question.

"Can I?! Or can I not?!"

silence.

A massive, fleet-sized silence.

Many soldiers subconsciously looked at their comrades beside them, at the bulkhead, and at their tightly clasped hands.

Some of the newly recruited soldiers looked hesitant and fearful. They wanted to raise their hands in agreement, but dared not, and in the end they just carefully put their hands down.

however--

In the midst of this silence, from some corners, a hoarse yet resolute roar suddenly erupted!

"No way!!!"

"No way!!!"

"We won't agree!!!"

Those were veterans who followed Qin Beiwang and crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Elvira!

They were fierce soldiers who fought their way out of the hellish siege of Savannah!

They are the backbone who have personally witnessed how this young commander led them to create miracles!

Their roars were initially scattered, but they quickly converged and amplified, like sparks that ignited the entire silent wasteland!

More and more people realized that something in their blood had been ignited.

Fear? Hesitation? Faced with the stark contrast between "being abandoned" and "being chosen".

They were quickly replaced by another, more primal and fervent emotion—the bond of comrades, the sense of belonging to share life and death, and unwavering trust in the commander who led them to victory!

"No way!"

"The commander cannot leave!"

"We're sticking with you!"

The roars were like a tsunami, reverberating through the unclosed local communication channels and eventually converging into a deafening wave of sound. Even through the broadcast, one could feel the surging power!

On the radio, Qin Beiwang seemed to wait a moment, allowing his roar to fully intensify.

Then his voice rang out again, this time no longer questioning, but with an almost fanatical declaration that cut off all escape routes.

"very good!"

"Then I'll tell you too—I, Qin Beiwang, am not leaving!"

"Not only will I not leave, I'm taking you all with me to pull off an even bigger heist!"