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

Because Wells couldn't afford to lose.

Having a leap interrupted is already a stain on one's career.

If it happened again, and in open airspace with no cover, what awaited him would not only be defeat, but the destruction of his entire fleet.

The airspace surrounding the seventh jump point.

Inside the bridge of the Ironback, sensor alarms suddenly sounded.

"Large-scale fleet signals detected!"

The operator's voice almost changed.

"The number... exceeds sixty!"

They are converging on the jump point from three directions!

Zhao Rui suddenly stood up from his command chair and strode to the tactical screen.

On the screen, the once silent deep space is now lit up with countless red dots, like death flowers suddenly blooming in the night sky.

The insignia of the four fleets are clearly visible.

Poisonous spider, fire fox, ranger, brown bear.

The four sub-fleets under Wells's fleet are currently rushing towards them at full speed from the directions of Shiva and Oak.

Ahead of them was the Wells fleet, which had just suffered a crushing defeat.

More than sixty-five Imperial starships are surging toward the seventh jump point.

"Oh shit."

Zhao Rui cursed under his breath, but there was no fear in his eyes; instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited within them.

"These bastards really know how to pick their time to meet up."

Lieutenant Li Wen turned pale.

"Commander, the enemy's forces are more than five times our size."

With only the Iron Spine and twelve escort ships, our attempt to block them head-on would be futile.

Yes or no……"

"Is it what?"

retreat? "

Zhao Rui turned around, a nearly ferocious smile spreading across his face beneath his thick beard.

"Old Li, I've told you before, what was the first lesson Marshal Qin taught me decades ago when I was under his command?"

Li Wen was stunned.

"A soldier's duty is to stand firm and not back down when it's time to defend."

Zhao Rui's voice was resolute.

"Commander Yang Shao's current order to us is to seal off the seventh jump point."

This is the position of our Uranus fleet until reinforcements arrive.

Losing the position is a disgrace!

"When a person dies, that's their natural course!"

He stopped looking at Li Wen and turned to the entire bridge.

"All ships, listen up! Level 1 combat readiness!"

All non-essential systems are shut down; all energy is being transferred to weapons and shields!

The order was issued like thunder.

The Iron Spine, a 15-year-old ship, began to roar, its main gun turrets slowly turning, and the muzzles glowing with a blue light as they charged.

The twelve escort ships surrounding it.

Four cruisers, six destroyers, and two reconnaissance ships.

They quickly deployed their defensive formation, like a thin yet sturdy metal dam, standing between the Imperial fleet and the jump point.

"But Commander!"

The tactician's voice was filled with despair.

"The enemy numbers are too large, and our firepower simply cannot cover all the penetration routes."

They could easily split their forces and bypass us…

"Then let them not dare to divide their forces."

Zhao Rui interrupted him.

"Heat smoke grenades, all of them launched!"

Covering an area of ​​500,000 kilometers ahead of us!

"However, thermal smoke is ineffective against optical sensors; it only interferes with infrared and thermal radiation detection..."

"Do as instructed!"

Thirty seconds later, the missile launch tubes of the Ironback and all its escort ships opened simultaneously.

Hundreds of special warheads roared out, exploding into thick, grayish-white fog in deep space.

These smog particles, composed of nanoscale metal particles and inert gases, spread rapidly, forming a barrier tens of thousands of kilometers thick in the void.

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Rui issued his second order.

"Full-band communication array activated, power set to maximum!"

Simulate multi-fleet coordinated communication signals.

I want Wells to hear the sound of at least three Federation main fleets closing in!

The communications officer's fingers flew across the control panel.

The Iron Ridge's quantum communication array began operating at full power, and countless carefully forged communication signals spread in all directions.

Fleet call signs, tactical orders, fire coordination, and even arguments between commanders...

Everything was simulated perfectly.

Under the cover of thermal smoke, the effects of these false signals were amplified several times over.

Any Imperial reconnaissance ship that intercepts the signal will come to the same conclusion.

At least three main Federation fleets are rapidly assembling ahead.

"Now!"

Zhao Rui stared at the red dots hesitating at the edge of the smoke on the tactical screen.

"Let's see if Wells dares to bet."

Inside the bridge of the Imperial Glory, Wells stared at the strange area of ​​smoke on the sensor screen, his brow furrowed.

"Thermal smoke, and massive communication signals..."

The adjutant was analyzing the data.

"At least four different Federation fleet identification codes were detected, and the tactical command frequencies overlapped with each other."

Commander, this might be...

"It might be a bluff."

Wells said coldly.

After all, they had previously been deceived by a fleet communication system simulated by a cruiser.

But Wells wasn't entirely sure either.

"It could also be a real ambush."

He zoomed in on the scan data of the smoky area.

The thermal smoke completely obscured infrared and thermal radiation detection, while the dense false communication signals severely interfered with the quantum sensor's filtering system.

At this moment, that area appeared as an unfathomable fog on the Imperial fleet's sensors.

You only know there's something inside, but you don't know how much, what it is, or where it is.

"Commander!" the communications officer reported.

"Brown Bear Fleet requests instructions."

Their forwards are near the edge of the smoke zone, should they continue?

Wells remained silent.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the armrest, his brain racing with calculations.

If this is just a bluff, then if the enemy only has one or two fleets, they simply cannot stop his sixty-five elite ships.

In ten minutes at most, he can clear the path to the jump point.

But if this is truly an ambush...

If the monster from before had again predicted his rendezvous route and deployed heavy troops here in advance...

"Staying here means certain death!"

Wells finally gritted his teeth.

"We have no more capital to gamble with."

He turned to the tactics screen and quickly drew a new formation with his fingers.

"Order the Brown Bear Fleet and the Fire Fox Fleet to lead the charge, forming a wedge-shaped assault formation."

The direct fleet was in the center, with the Poison Spiders and Rangers bringing up the rear.

The entire fleet shall maintain the highest level of combat readiness and, once engaged with the enemy, advance forward regardless of the cost.

Our goal is not to annihilate the enemy, but to break through the blockade and reach the jump point!

"clear!"

Commands are conveyed.

The massive imperial fleet began to change formation.

The four heavily armored cruisers of the Brown Bear Fleet moved to the forefront, their thick armor plates and full-power shields shining brightly on the sensor screens.

The three electronic warfare ships of the Firefox Fleet followed closely behind, their jamming arrays fully operational, ready to suppress the Federation fleet's fire control system at any moment.

Behind them, the four fast cruisers of the Venom Spider Fleet and the four fast assault ships of the Ranger Fleet, like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, all pointed their cannons into the depths of the smoke.

"All fleet, charge!"

Wells's voice was transmitted to every Imperial starship via quantum communication.