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

Two months later.

A top-secret intelligence receiving station of the Federal Central Intelligence Agency (FCB) buried deep beneath an asteroid.

A covert agent codenamed "Pangolin" risked exposure by sending a hyperspace communication that was encrypted with multiple layers of encryption and was an astonishingly long message.

When the message was decoded layer by layer and finally presented on the terminal of Fu Yizhou, the duty supervisor, this veteran intelligence officer, known for his calm and composure, suddenly had his pupils contract and his fingers holding the data tablet turned slightly white from the force.

The intelligence was clear and alarming.

[Source: Pangolin (Credibility: Extremely High)]

[Target: Large-scale assembly and mobilization of the Imperial Navy]

[Location/Trend 1: Outer reaches of the Bushman Galaxy]

- Signs of a large-scale Imperial fleet buildup have been observed, with the number continuing to increase.

-Units of size at or above the public fleet level have been identified as including:

·Giant Serpent Banshee Fleet (Public Class)

• Goat Fleet (Public Class)

• Lava Roaring Fleet (Public Class)

... (The rest are pending verification)

[Location/Trend 2: Inside the Opal Starfield, towards the Savannah Galaxy]

- Confirmed movement of Imperial "Sequence Fleet" class units: The Pandora Fleet has left its permanent star system and is moving towards Savannah.

- Accompanied by at least two unidentified public-class fleets.

Fu Yizhou's gaze was fixed on the words "sequence fleet" and "Pandora fleet," and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.

Sequence Fleet!

That was the true strategic pillar of the Imperial Navy, the ultimate hammer used to determine the ownership of star systems or even star regions!

Its organizational standards are extremely stringent, and there is a terrifying rumor that "no number less than 100,000 is not in the order of operations"—meaning that its number of standing combat starships is at least 100,000!

This does not include the much larger number of auxiliary ships, fighter jets, and accompanying marines.

The Pandora Fleet is one of the most notorious fleets in the Imperial fleet, known for its cunning, cruelty, and powerful siege capabilities.

And the giant serpent banshee, the goat, the lava roar...

These are all veteran, top-tier main fleets of the Empire, and are by no means ordinary forces.

A fleet of this size was being mobilized and assembled in Savannah, in the Ten Thousand Stones Starfield...

This is by no means an ordinary rotation or deterrence!

Fu Yizhou's breathing became heavy.

The glorious battle report of the Battle of Savannah flashed through his mind, along with Qin Beiwang's young face and the bright, shining planetary medal that had just been awarded to him.

The Empire is... seeking revenge!

Moreover, it was a strategic-level retaliation, a furious outburst aimed at completely erasing the shame!

The target was too obvious—the Elvira system, especially Qin Beiwang and his Pluto fleet, who had just created a miracle there!

"director?"

The adjutant beside him noticed Fu Yizhou's sudden pallor and solemn expression, and tentatively asked a question.

Fu Yizhou snapped out of his daze, slammed the data panel heavily on the table, his voice slightly hoarse from urgency, yet carrying an undeniable determination.

"Top Secret! Immediately!"

"Send this intelligence, verbatim, with the highest priority, to:"

"First, the Federal Joint Chiefs of Staff's Supreme Briefing Room!"

"Secondly, to General Wen Tingtao, Commander of the Wanshi Starfield Theater!"

He practically shouted it out:

"Add my urgent assessment: The Empire is highly likely to launch a large-scale offensive in the Savannah direction in the near future, aimed at completely destroying my main frontline forces and reversing the strategic situation in this star system!"

Their target may be my 'Pluto' cluster!

The Supreme Command and the theater command are hereby ordered to immediately assess the situation and respond swiftly!

"Yes, supervisor!"

The communications officer's expression changed as well. His fingers flew across the control panel, sending the intelligence—a message powerful enough to cause an upheaval at the highest levels of the Federation—through the encrypted red channel leading to the core of power.

Fu Yizhou stood there, watching the confirmation icon for successful intelligence transmission light up, his heart still pounding.

He could almost see, on the other side of the cold, deep starry sea, the engines of countless imperial warships were lighting up with a ghostly blue light, like awakened steel behemoths opening their eyes, forming an endless torrent of death, slowly turning toward the territory of the Federation.

The peace has completely ended.

Wanshi Starfield Theater Command, the main communications hub.

Lieutenant Feng Haoyu, the young duty officer, had just finished a routine communications check and was about to get up and stretch.

The highest priority information receiving terminal in front of him suddenly emitted a blinding, rapid red flash, accompanied by a low, continuous beeping sound that indicated the highest level of urgency!

"Top Secret (Red)?"

Feng Haoyu's heart skipped a beat, and he was wide awake.

He quickly sat up straight, verified his permissions, and clicked "accept" with slightly trembling fingers.

A message window popped up; the content wasn't long, but every line felt like a hammer blow to his nerves:

[FCB - Top Secret]

[Source: Pangolin]

[Content: Top Secret]

What sent chills down his spine was the striking label at the end of the intelligence report—[For the Commander's Personal Use Only - Immediately]!

This is a top-secret matter that requires the immediate and personal handling of General Wen Tingtao, the highest-ranking commander in the theater!

Feng Haoyu dared not delay for a moment. He quickly exported the entire intelligence from the encrypted receiver and stored it in a specially made physical encrypted storage module.

"Director! Director Jiao!"

He practically ran towards the communications director's office next door, his voice filled with barely suppressed tension.

"Top Secret! For the Commander's Personal Opening! From FCB!"

Jiao Jinghui was reviewing a routine report when he heard this and suddenly looked up.

Seeing Feng Haoyu's pale face and the black storage module in his hand that represented the highest level of emergency, his pupils contracted.

He immediately stood up, took the module, and without even asking about its contents—something that could make the duty officer so flustered and was marked as top secret by the commander meant that it was definitely not a trivial matter.

"Continue your shift, strictly adhere to discipline, and do not mention this to anyone!"

Jiao Jinghui hurriedly left a sentence, grabbed the storage module, and rushed out of the office, sprinting towards the core command area of ​​the theater command.

His heart was pounding in his chest.

The last time he was required to deliver top-secret Red intelligence in such an urgent manner was during the most intense phase of the Battle of Savannah.

Jiao Jinghui traveled without hindrance, but he could feel the surprised looks from the guards and officers along the way.

Without bothering to explain, he went straight to Commander Wen Tingtao's office and hurriedly spoke to the adjutant at the door.

"Top Secret, FCB Urgent Intelligence, Must be presented to Commander immediately!"

The adjutant recognized Jiao Jinghui, noticed the black module in his hand, and his solemn expression.

Not daring to delay, he immediately turned around, knocked on the door to announce his arrival, and then gestured for Jiao Jinghui to enter.

Wen Tingtao was discussing the rotation of defense zones with Chief of Staff Wen Shiheng when he saw Jiao Jinghui barge in without prior notice, and his brows furrowed slightly.

But seeing what he was holding and the expression on his face, I immediately realized that something big had happened.