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

The monitor stared intently at the three curves on the screen that represented the peak of the transition energy and were climbing rapidly.

They come from three familiar coordinates.

L-7, N-12, S-22.

Battleship class, with clear distinguishing features—everything foreshadows a colossal entity tearing through space and entering this star field in the next second.

His hand was already hovering over the button to issue the highest-level raid alert to the fleet.

Then, those three curves are just about to reach the critical point of the "transition completion" threshold.

Without warning, as if sliced ​​by a sharp knife, it fell vertically.

The energy reading plummeted, and the spatial disturbance waveform instantly subsided into background noise.

All that remained on the screen were three cold coordinates and a rapidly dissipating, negligible residual energy signal.

Like a grand opening performance, just as the curtain was about to rise, all the lights suddenly went out.

The monitor's fingers froze in mid-air, his eyes widened, and his mouth was slightly open, but he didn't utter a sound for a long time.

He repeatedly refreshed the data and switched between monitoring views of different frequency bands, but the result was always the same: empty.

"Gone...disappeared?"

He finally found his voice, dry and confused.

"The jump signal... was actively canceled at the last moment?"

This is illogical.

The jump process of large ships is like an arrow released from a bow. Once it enters the final stage, the risk of forcibly interrupting it is extremely high, and it will leave behind completely different chaotic energy characteristics.

This precise "cancellation," just before the critical point, is more like... a controllable switch.

He swallowed hard, realizing that things were far from simple.

This wasn't a mistake; it was more like a meticulously planned operation.

He immediately sent the abnormal data packet and conducted a preliminary analysis.

"The highly simulated transition signal, suspected to be artificially controlled, was actively terminated in the final stage."

Uploaded urgently.

The bridge of the Obsidian Fleet flagship, the "Unbreakable Barrier".

Lancaster stood in front of the tactical platform, his hands resting on the edge, his eyes sharp as an eagle, repeatedly scrutinizing the three coordinate points and the vast star map around them.

The bridge was unusually quiet, with only the low hum of the equipment and the commander's suppressed breathing.

He muttered to himself, as if organizing his thoughts, or perhaps speaking to the staff officer beside him.

"In the final stage of the simulated jump, it is actively canceled."

"Commander, do you mean... this is a feint?"

Their main force has no intention of breaking through from these three points at all?

"The chief of staff asked."

"It is highly likely that they are trying to mislead us."

Lancaster spoke slowly, his finger tracing across the star map, pointing to other areas far from these three "bustling" coordinates.

Those more hidden interstellar dust belts, the edges of gravity anomaly zones, and even seemingly impossible long-distance jump paths.

"Their real breakthrough point is likely elsewhere."

They used realistic fake signals to keep our attention firmly pinned here.

They move our troops back and forth, wearing us down, and then…

He paused, his tone becoming even more somber.

"Of course, we can't completely rule out the possibility that they're just playing the 'boy who cried wolf' game."

The staff officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"The wolf is coming?"

"right."

Lancaster's eyes were cold.

"This time, or the next few times, it's all fake."

We were so busy running around that we gradually lowered our guard and thought it was just a harassment tactic by the enemy.

When we become complacent and think, "It's just another fake..."

The fourth time might be a true leap forward for major players.

At that time, our reaction speed and troop deployment could have fatal gaps.

Two possibilities, each more troublesome than the last.

The first interpretation implies that the other party has a meticulous plan, using a feint to the east while attacking the west, with the real blade hidden in the shadows.

The second type requires precise psychological manipulation, which tests the discipline and sustained focus of the imperial army.

Regardless of the reason, Qin Beiwang, as an opponent, demonstrated cunning and patience far beyond his age and experience.

"Order!"

Lancaster no longer hesitated, his voice resolute.

"The Amethyst, Emerald, and Jade Fleets must maintain a high-intensity surveillance and rapid response posture over the coordinates of L-7, N-12, and S-22, and must not let their guard down!"

However, the alert zone has been expanded to a surrounding 10 optical spectrum area, with a focus on searching for potential stealth reconnaissance units or signs of subsequent infiltration.

"Sapphire, Ruby, and Emerald fleets, retreat from your ambush positions."

Form mobile patrol formations to expand the surveillance area and guard the reliable route from the Elvira system to the Savannah system.

"Directly subordinate fleet, adjust formation and improve mobility and readiness."

I need to be able to provide strong support in any direction within one hour.

The order was quickly relayed.

The Obsidian Fleet began to make complex and cautious adjustments to its formation, neither daring to completely abandon the defense of those three points, nor being able to disperse more forces to deal with the unknown real threat.

Lancaster felt a long-lost sense of pressure.

This is not the pressure of facing superior forces, but the solemnity of facing unknown strategies and high uncertainty.

Elvira system, three River-class battleships.

"Third simulated jump, aborted."

The cold, electronic sound echoed inside the bridge of the "Tianhe" ship.

On the Imperial monitoring screen, the drama of energy spikes rising and then stopping abruptly played out once again.

The observers at the Imperial monitoring station had become too lazy to even show an expression, numbly recording "Signal X3, suspected to be false, interrupted."

The officers and soldiers at the front lines of the Obsidian Fleet went from initial tension to frustration and a vague sense of relaxation after being repeatedly provoked.

Once or twice is a warning, but three or four times... it's a bit of a helpless "Here we go again?" situation.

But then, things changed.

Almost at the same time that the three River-class destroyers had just finished their third fake jump demonstration.

The vast, silent buffer zone between the Savannah and Elvira galaxies.

Thousands of sparsely distributed, relatively rudimentary Imperial passive monitoring buoys have internal chips that record a set of subtle yet synchronized data changes.

It is not a violent transition fluctuation, but a continuous high-energy radiation that is significantly higher than the background noise.

Those are the contrails that are difficult to completely conceal when multiple high-powered starship fusion engines are running at full speed, as well as the specific frequency harmonics generated by the high-speed movement of the ship and the friction of the thin interstellar medium.

There are clear signs of engine activity at the boundary!

The report was quickly labeled "abnormal activity at the border" and sent to Obsidian Fleet Command.

The flagship of the Obsidian Fleet, the "Unbreakable Barrier".

Lancaster had just finished listening to the report of the third jump signal interruption and was pondering the ultimate purpose of this repeated deception when the boundary anomaly report jumped in front of him.

"Multiple high-energy reactions detected at the boundary?"

He immediately pulled up a detailed star map of that area, his brow furrowing even more deeply.

"What does he want to do?"

The chief of staff was also puzzled.